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[Guess who's been looking everywhere for his best friend? Guess who hasn't found said best friend?

Ron's just...wandering around, looking lost. And uncomfortable. He knows what everyone's said about people leaving, and he understands what it means that Harry's room is empty.

Still, he can't help but hope.]

...Anyone seen an Invisibility Cloak around?

[That makes no sense, Ron.]
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[What's a radio announcer to do in a place that has no radio and, worse still, no news updates?]

[Well, do the news, of course.]

Is this place a prison, or a sanctuary? You could ask the same about life itself. You could ask the same about many things. Welcome...to Wonderland.

Play us in, Disparition. )
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[What's this? A new voice on the network? Oh, and what a voice it is. One might even call it smooth, if not also sonorous. It's a male voice, and whoever he is, he doesn't sound all that frightened or surprised.]

...Helllloooo? Night Vale? I don’t know if you can hear me...I seem to have slipped out of time and space again. This time, however, my surroundings are--actually quite pleasant! I am in a large room that looks a bit like an upscale hotel room. Possibly a Marriot? There is a bed and other appropriate furniture, as well as a closet and full length mirror on one wall. There is a door...I can only assume it leads to the rest of the hotel.

If this even is a hotel.

[There's a shuffling sound of feet on carpet.] There is also a window. I am moving over to it now...perhaps I can get the lay of the land from here. Let’s see. There are trees…and beyond that is...oh...oh my. It couldn't be. Listeners...you’re not going to believe this...I can see the ocean from here! Oh, dear listeners...I think it’s safe to say that...I’m not in Night Vale anymore.
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[ Isaac might have kept to himself. He might have hidden away and spoken to no one and made no posts to the network, silent to the point of non-existence. But you're in luck, Wonderland, because thanks to your little hellhound outbreak, newcomer Isaac Mendez has decided to grace you with his presence. You're so very lucky.

He's kept his eyes and ears open, and apparently hellhounds are pretty dangerous or something? Who would have thunk it, but people are getting hurt, and he really isn't fond of that when something can possibly be done to prevent it. Also, it would sure be nice to focus on something beyond his own angst and guilt.


[ What was that, buddy? This man's voice is cracking and raspy from lack of use. Not too social, this one. He clear his throat and tries again. ]

I need--if I could just get painting supplies, I might be able to find a way to help. I know, it sounds crazy, but...if anyone knows where I can find some...I would be appreciative.

[ He doesn't sound sure of himself at all. ]

08 [Video]

Aug. 3rd, 2013 08:34 am
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[Harry meant to sleep in a bit this morning, but weird noises kept waking him up. And they weren't just any weird noises: those were definitely howls that he was hearing. So he got up and did the first thing that made sense to him: ask if anyone else was hearing what he was hearing.

So, bleary eyes and all, Harry turned on the device to see if he was going mad, or hearing things, or imagining things.]

Um, hello. I just wanted to ask if anyone else was hearing howling coming from somewhere outside.

[He rubbed the back of his neck a little apprehensively. Howls could mean a lot of things, especially in the wizarding world, but also in general. He hoped that the howls were coming from just regular wolves, and not werewolves or anything like that.]

I mean, yeah, I could be imagining it, and I almost hope I am. Just thought I'd ask and see if anyone else is hearing it or not, because then I'll know.

[Know if he's crazy or if it's more of a collective thing.]


Jul. 26th, 2013 04:34 pm
designates: and also not hot. (oh right. you're delbert. you're balding)
[personal profile] designates
Greetings Wonderland,

I am here today because many of you have asked me who I am. I am the United States of America. This answer has led many of you to confusion. I do not entirely blame you for your ignorance. I am repeating myself time and time again when asked to explain who and what I am.

Today I present point-by-point answers to your questions. )

[ Filtered away from America, 100%. ]

Hello Wonderland, this is Will Graham. I'm really sorry for all this.

I just want to say I don't share any of these opinions. I only transcribed what America forced me to write. He's very friendly, and I like him, but I'd appreciate any advice on how to get him to leave. Please. I've been trying to get him to go for two hours.

I don't think I can listen to him recite the Declaration of Independence again. I'm pretty sure he's crazy. Please help. I'm running out of patriotic songs to distract him with.

[ooc; replies will be coming from both [personal profile] designates and [personal profile] ahousedivided. the original notes that America forced Will to transcribe can be found here, here, here, and here for your viewing pleasure. god speed.]
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[Alice's eyes look almost black when she turns on the video. She's trembling, even more pale than usual]

I... I need somewhere to stay. Please... My room... My Mirror fed in my room. There's blood everywhere.

Please, I can't... I can't stay here until the blood smell is gone.
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[ Hello world, we all know you've missed Scott - don't worry, he's missed you too. Sort of.

At least he has a shirt on this time.

Uh --

[ He's not so blandly ignorant to claim he hasn't missed anything - not only does he not know how long he's been gone for, but he can also smell the sort of frustrated annoyance in the air, expelling off of... well, everyone. It's not very reassuring, definitely not putting his heart at ease for second about the well beings of his friends, and he shuffles a bit on the screen, leaning back and forth like this is the most uncomfortable thing he has to do. ]

... hi, Wonderland. [ nailed it. He offers a wave, goofy grin and all. Trying to be cool, even though he's pretty sure last time he was here, his mirror was getting cut in half, and he was clinging on Allison. Which means that if everyone's still around, they've probably been a little bit worried - or Scott thinks so, at least. Not the best position to be in. ] This is a little awkward. Um...

How is everyone?

[ can you feel him sparkling through the feed ]

I mean - is everyone okay? It doesn't take a genius to know something is off and... [ This is your stunning leader, Wonderland. Yeah he's trailing off, running a hand through his hair, eyes saying 'I've got nothing else' before he goes to fiddle around with the device.

and try to make it private, but it doesn't work. This was meant for wolfpack oops

If you guys are still here, I'll be up in a second. 

[ click! ]

✑ one

Jul. 10th, 2013 12:09 am
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I do believe the French have coined a phrase for it. Folie à plusieurs, madness, shared by many. It seems entirely improbable considering the circumstances where several of you have found their way to this establishment. [ He's glancing behind him, towards a towering window in a hallway he's found. ] As unlikely as it seems that so many of us share a delusion in which we've been abducted from a familiar place and set here, perhaps it's best to accept such a fact. The alternative... [ Being that they are here, that this is actually something that's happening. ] Is more so.

I would like to ask a question of those who have found their way to this mansion. Did you recall what happened when you lost sight of your own existence? Was there an event that triggered the occurrence? Perhaps a particular food that you've never tried before. [ He's determined to understand this, to analyze their surroundings and what they mean. Certainly there's a symbolism, a common ground that's caused them to find themselves here. ]

And speaking of food, is there a kitchen available? According to this leaflet I've found in my assigned room, there's apparently not a possible way out. I figure I would make the most of my time in a productive manner.
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[ At first, the only thing visible on the feed is a book - or rather, lots of books, stacked in haphazard piles on one of the library tables. A few seem modern - soft-covered, mass-market - but most are old, manuscripts and scrolls and ancient hand-bound books lettered with gold leaf. More importantly, each and every one is holy.

It's every edition of the Word of God that Lucifer bothered to retrieve from the shelves, and no version has been spared. King James, Wycliffe, Luther, the Quran, the Tanakh, the Wessex Gospels... all accompanied, of course, by the garish, stock-model covers of the first several books of the Winchester Gospels.

(The Devil is nothing if not thorough.)

By the time the feed turns to Satan himself, though, it's pretty clear something else has captured his attention. Brow furrowed, he's flipping through something that greatly resembles a supernatural teen romance. (It may or may not be Twilight.) Whatever the book is, it's pretty clear that it's lowering Lucifer's already-dismal view on humanity. ]

I'm not sure if your fiction has gotten better-- [ He spares a short glance for all of the books laid out on the table. ] --or even worse.

[ The Devil: part-time literary critic, everyone. ]
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[ All you can see is a grinning face. Already you may feel the dread. If you've seen a calendar you already know what this means and, if you're smart, you've put in the ear plugs already because shit's about to get loud. ]




[ This isn't even text. The flickers of red white and blue are audible. It rings with freedom and inspires a certain kind of joy, like the kind that erupted when it was announced that Arrested Development was being brought back.

America steps back to reveal glory.

He's outside on the grounds. Everything that can possibly be associated with the 4th of July is there: burgers, hot dogs, apple pie, soda, ice cream, all sorts of glorious products and brands that aren't even around in the 1860s. Does that matter? Of course not. Today is a day when sense isn't even relevant.

The most indestructible car in existence has its bed full of fireworks, some that are probably illegal in most states. There's two cakes, one frosted like the Union flag and the other the Confederate, and both have sparklers stuck in them.

But most impressive is the absurd amount of booze. Seriously it's almost incomprehensible. It seems to stretch as far as the infinite fences and if you care to look out from a top floor or the roof, it's in the shape of the continental US. You should be terrified that he is setting off explosives this close to this much flammable liquid.

America lifts his arms as though to say behold my domain.

It's my birthday and everyone's invited! Even the Brits. Especially the Brits. I want ya to see how happy I am bein' independent.

Fireworks will happen soon as it's dark enough!

[ And if he's drunk enough he may or may not blow his hand off. He's already getting started on that btw. Join in the festivities, mingle, threadjack, do whatever you like DO WHATEVER YOU FUCKING LIKE TODAY IS A DAY OF FREEDOM. AMERICA WILL BE RIDING HIS DAMN DINOSAUR WAVING AN AMERICAN FLAG AS SOON AS THE FIREWORKS START YEAHHHHHHHHHH FOURTH OF JULY. ]
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[The first thing Armin does is get to the roof of the mansion, because if there’s one place a soldier of the walls feels vulnerable, it’s on the ground. With the help of his 3 dimensional maneuver gear, it’s an easy task. Then he’s left to deal with the hard part of his current dilemma.]

[What the hell just happened?]

H-hello? Is this… Where…?

[He ventures the whole roof in search of comrades, because it’s the most obvious place of refuge in the area, but finds no-one. So he’s been separated somehow. From… where? It’s a little hard to remember, but they had just mounted their horses to set off for the giant forest to begin the operation to try and re-capture Eren.]

[There is a forest nearby, but definitely not the giant forest. In another direction, there are hills that seem to have a strange, checkerboard pattern to them. He could not account for the roof of whatever building he was currently standing on, which was so tall a 15 meter class Titan would have a hard time reaching over it. And then… Such a large expanse of water…]

[He’s seen many maps of the walls territory in his life—in fact he had to memorize them during his time as a cadet. Such an area certainly did not exist within them. So the only logical, yet absolutely absurd conclusion he could come to was that he was somehow outside of human territory.]

[Correct or not, he’s lucky there are no Titans around. But he has to get back in contact with his squad, or make it back to the wall, or… something… Or else he’ll most certainly end up dead.]

[He takes a deep breath.]


[His scream for help is so loud, a flock of birds flies out of a nearby tree with many an angry twitter. He then takes up some really annoying finger-whistling hoping his horse might still be around somewhere.]
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[there's any number of things Bobby expected to find in the afterlife. fire and brimstone was up there. maybe a nice idyllic patch of Heaven with Karen, if he was being particularly whimsical. hell, nothing had generally been his default thought before finding out about demons and their ilk

but pristine shirts arranged neatly on clothes hangers? yeah, that didn't come up quite so much. or the shoes, particularly the ones Bobby just tripped over. he grunts, grabbing at a flannel shirt to keep his balance, only to have it snap off the hanger and send him barreling into the door, slamming it open as he lands in a heap on the ground, shirts following suit]


[he's back on his feet instantly, hand instinctively reaching for the shotgun that isn't there while he surveys the room. if this is Hell, it's mighty tidy; and if it's Heaven, where are all the angels? the pearly gates, the welcoming party?]

What the hell? [he reaches up, fixing the trucker cap skewed from his fall, and straightens his shirt. he'll be damned if he's just going to sit here and wait for someone to find him. besides, he feels naked without a weapon, and he could really use a stiff drink, and neither of those was just gonna appear of their own free will]

[ooc: Bobby's landed in his own room on Floor Five, and he'll be stalking the halls of the mansion looking for guns/booze/whatever he thinks the afterlife offers. feel free to explain him a thing]
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[ So when Scott went to bed last night, he was pretty sure he was going to wake up in his bed again this morning. Not just any bed - definitely not a flower bed, thank you very much irony.

Seriously whatever he had of a reputation is gone now.

So, um. [ He's fidgeting a little bit on the screen, either nervous or embarrassed. From the shot, it's obvious he's not wearing a shirt, bare pecs completely exposed for the world. ( Hello ladies. ) He also looks dirty, not grossly, just like he has some dirt in his hair and on his skin. ]

Does anyone know where I could get some... clothes? [ cough - ] I woke up in just my underwear, and it's kind of uncomfortable. Ha.

And a little awkward.


A lot awkward, actually. Just - yeah, just point me in the right direction. Thanks in advance.

[ And there's a click! ... A few minutes later, Scott signs back on though. ]

Oh! And I'm kind of looking for some people. If anyone's seen a guy named Stiles Stilinski - he's skinny and lanky and if you've talked to him, you probably want to punch him in the face - or an Allison Argent - who's just... really pretty - let me know. Again, I really appreciate it.

[ Click! For real this time. ]
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So, I think I've heard enough backtalk over the last few days to last me a while.

[ Seriously, his shadow was a brat. No point in dwelling on it, though, so MOVING ON: ]

Anybody interested in a cookout on the beach?

[Private to Aerith]

If I get some interest, you think your friends in the diner would help me out?

[Private to Dean Winchester & John Blake]

When you've got a minute, I'd like to have a word.
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[Henry's been walking around the castle, trying to ditch the little yellow eyed clone who keeps whispering in his ear. If you walk past him, or hear the accidental feed, you'll hear some of Henry's current insecurities.]

Do you really think everything they told you this time was the truth? They lied before, they could lie again. And what about the others. If Mary Margaret did that and she's so pure of heart, imagine what David has done. Or your real parents. How can you prefer your adopted mother over them anyway? They brought you into the world, she just lied to you and caused misery to everyone you grew up knowing.

(OOC Note: Henry can be found almost anywhere in the castle so just say where you are in your subject line or tag and that's fine, so long as I know.)
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Private to Mary Margaret Blanchard & David Nolan )

Private to Martha Jones )

Private to Neal Cassidy )

Private to Dean Winchester )

Private to Balthazar )

Private to Jefferson )


[Emma is a person who doesn't do well without something to occupy her, meaning that most of her time here in Wonderland between various disturbances has been spent restless. During the morning, she can be found in the library, perusing the shelves and occasionally sitting at one of the tables or near one of the windows to look through one of a number of books she's pulled from the stacks.

Mid-day and most of the afternoon, she'll be at the diner on the eighth floor, slowing working her way through a sandwich followed by alternating cups of hot cocoa and coffee with a notebook open in front of her. She goes back and forth between writing and reviewing what she's already written -- there's too much for it all to be from this particular afternoon, but at least three pages of it are fresh.

Late afternoon, she'll be out at the beach, standing out at the end of the dock before seating herself on the edge of it, frowning as she looks out at the water. It's not quite like where she and Henry used to spend their afternoons together back in Storybrooke, but for a quiet thinking spot, it will have to do.]
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This isn’t my off-ramp.

[ cordelia had been expecting white fluffy clouds ... or at least a mall again. which means one thing: skip. but, then, that didn't explain the talking cat … if this was skip's doing, she's sure keanu reeves would be somewhere, lurking in the corners, ready to enter an alternate reality with his glasses. but, he wasn't. ]

[ she fiddles with the device, switching it from audio to video with a few misguided clicks, and her face, eyebrow cocked, distress clear in her eyes and voice, can be seen. the gardens are behind her. she's sitting by the large pond. ]

Can someone tell me which direction a large, metallic looking thing who is a big fan of Keanu Reeves is? Don't let the exterior fool you, he's super friendly. I need to talk to him; it's important. Like I've lost my ruby shoes and this isn't Oz, but, hey, there's a talking cat who knows how to work a phone kind of important.

I can handle red demons and blue demons and singing demons and spikey demons and, hell, vampires with souls! But talking cats?

[ is she freaking out? no way! (yes way.) cordelia can handle green, singing demons with hearts of gold, but talking cats? no way. no, no, no. she's wiggin' out right now. she has to go kick skip's ass for being a jerk and then make him send her on her merry way to becoming ... whatever it is she's meant to be now. ]

[ inhale, exhale. she's back on the right track. ]

His name is Skip. Honestly, you can't miss him.
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[The feed starts by showing an extreme closeup of a man's face, mostly nose and eyes, then the shot zooms out. Looking back at you is a rather handsome middle aged man with a confused look on his face.]

So.. uh.. I'm not sure what this is, but.. I guess I checked into some sort of hotel?

[There's a bed and some floral wallpaper in the background. Not exactly his personal styling choices.]

Anyway, I'm looking for a woman named Kate Beckett. She's tall, brunette, really hot, kind of standoffish. She proooobably checked in with me. At least I'm guessing so. She also might have drugged me because I've never seen this place in my life. Either that or someone else drugged me. Anyway…. answers? If someone is seeing this?

[He nods, then clicks off the feed.]
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[Kid isn't using video for once, and his voice comes across rather haggard, like he hasn't slept well.]

Anyone else run inta...unpleasant hallucinations durin' that event? Wakin' nightmares an' th' like?

Cause sure seems like someone was sprayin' poison 'round. Like Lungblossom.


Jun. 4th, 2013 07:43 pm
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[Kate's looking directly at the journal, figuring she can just use it like a tablet or something. She's willing to try anything to figure out where she is.]

Uh, hi. I'm Detective Kate Beckett, and I seem to have woken up in a library of some sort. I'm not sure how I got here, but if you can hear this, can you call the Twelfth Precinct NYPD and tell them to come get me?

[She runs her fingers through her hair, nervous.]

Or if someone, anyone, could just clue me in to how I got here, and how I can get home, that would be great. Um, okay. Thanks.
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[ There's no introduction as River's face appears on the screen. It's shaking everywhere - she's walking as she talks, and it's hard to tell if she's even meaning to broadcast at all. She's hardly addressing the device after all, just rambling without any apparent point to the words. ]

They're in her head, always there, won't get out. She's trying to smile but Sao Paolo keeps pressing into her mind and ripping it away, she didn't want it. Terrifying beasts in pits of fire, with wings and without. Why salt? Why iron?

[ She presses the heel of her hand against the side of her head, screws up her eyes but keeps walking all the same. She keeps pacing the hallway because she honestly can't figure out what else to do. ]

The time will come where he's nothing but his son's memory, in hair but not eyes, won't stop it but we'll try. Everyone will try, but it's not good enough is it? Never good enough, he'll die for two before long. And so many teeth! More than anyone, more even than any wolf with a taste for veal. But control. Control she has and control she'll keep, so long as we all watch our words.

[ She stops rather suddenly, and for the first she actually looks at the device and addresses the network. ]

Why can't you all keep it to yourself? She doesn't want to watch siblings killing siblings and wings burning, burning, burning. The angels fall and who will catch them? No one, that's who. No one.

[ And on that rather pleasant note, she cuts the feed. ]

[[ooc: basically what's happening here is she's leaking out other people's memories, so feel free to recognise any details that may pertain to your character. action-wise, she's wandering just about everywhere so feel free to pick anywhere in the mansion to bump into her, and to handwaved her using your characters life if you want it as a conversation starter!]]
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[There's a new voice on the network. It's the voice of someone very snarky, very posh and very British. Not just British but London British.]

Much as I enjoy seeing new technology, especially technology I haven't had a hand in inventing, I'd much prefer my old cellular to this...device, whatever it is. Though at least it still seems to make calls, and to some kind of database, no less. Well, if it's true that quite a few people are hearing me now, perhaps someone can help me a bit. I'm looking for a certain fellow by the name of A. Fell. Bookish type, favors sweatervests. If you see him around, do tell him that a Mr. A. J. Crowley is looking for him.

Wonderland, eh? Nice trick, that. An even better trick is sticking me here with either no exit, or one that's absurdly well-disguised. Bugger this for a lark...
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[The video starts and oddly, James isn't in it. But that's a very nice view of the mansion grounds from the roof of the mansion, isn't it?

The camera shakes a bit, and then it shakes a lot as the image suddenly starts moving very quickly upward. And then, it takes a sharp nosedive. For the modern-day Muggles watching, it likely looks a lot like those videos of roller coasters taken from the front seat, except without the track to get in the way of the view.

There are a lot of whips and turns, and at one point the camera dips so close to the ocean that mist sprays up on it from the quick movement. Then it swiftly turns back towards land, rising up again. It really is a marvelous view.

But oh, all the quick turns have loosened the camera a bit. It starts to fall, but there are suddenly fingers in view - James seems to have caught it! Oh, but the sudden motion's made him lose his balance. He tries his absolute best to recover, but he was going too fast and now -

Well, now the view is very green, as he's managed to crash camera-first into the hedge maze. The camera gets caught on a branch and yanked from his hand, and there's a terrible view of James tumbling forward and out the other side, landing with a loud thud. He left behind a hold in the hedge, so when he gets up he can be easily seen (though he seems to be favoring one foot much more than the other as he stands).

I'm okay! I'm okay, I didn't die. Everyone calm down. ...I wonder how that came out though?

[And he yanks the camera out of the hedge, shutting it off.]
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[personal profile] envisioner
[the video turns on to reveal a young woman with strange gold eyes. Although her face won't seem familiar to anyone in Wonderland, she doesn't bear the usual confusion that accompanies new arrivals. In fact, she doesn't seem surprised at all to be here]

Curioser and curioser.

[she has already made herself comfortable in a tea room for anyone who chooses to come that way]


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