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[When the camera turns on, Alice is just out of frame, revealing an empty tea room.]

Everyone! I have something very important to tell you! The next event, I'm not entirely certain why or what else is going on but--

[--Alice pops up from the bottom of the screen, dressed up as a cat! It is quite literally the cat's pajamas.]

We get to wear costumes all weekend! It sounds like so much fun that I decided to dress up too to tell you. I think I'd want to go as my cat Dinah. I like to think she would appreciate the tribute. After all, I'm her biggest fan! What would you dress as? Or who?

[That seems to be most of the announcement, but then Alice looks a bit sheepish and glances downward, hiding some of her face in her hood.]

...I wanted to apologize too. For the seance, and for everything that happened because of it. I promise, I had no idea that would happen or I wouldn't have done it. And I absolutely won't do it again. I'm...I'm really sorry for messing everything up.

[With that, Alice shuts off the camera.]
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[ A lot has happened the last few weeks. Sure, the dusting of a large portion of the populace, the disappearance of the White Queen, and the freaking Jabberwocky are all weighing heavily on Julia's mind. She's trying to make sense of it. Everyone is. And they are all having just about as much luck as anyone would expect from a bunch of people living in a world shaped around a fictional fever dream.

So she's dealing with it, which means, sometimes, not dealing with it at all. This is one of those times. When the feed starts, Julia is in the kitchen, her mass of curls tied back in a ponytail and her apron covered with flecks of flour and sugar. ]


I've tried three different cake recipes I found in the library and each one has come out inedible. Would anyone like to take some time off from the reality of this Hellhole and teach me how to make something guests might be able to stomach at my wedding?
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Um, has anyone pointed out the massive Jabberwocky in the room?

[Dipper is standing in the middle of Angel Investigation, staring at the camera wild-eyed. The office has always had the odd mystery board or two standing around, but Dipper’s gone a little nuts lately. There are boards with string and pieces of paper lined up on all sides of him, strings crisscrossing and connecting each board with each other and… yeah it’s definitely a fire hazard. But working on that is so much better than actually thinking about the entire family except Mabel dying just before the Jabberwocky escaped. Dipper starts to pace.]

Or Jabberwock. Still not clear on the spelling. What I am clear about is that this is really bad, guys. And what the heck happened to the White Queen? Did the Jabberwock-slash-y eat her? Did she turn to dust? Did she not come back with the rest of us?

[He clutches his hat with one hand, waving the other vigorously.]

So many questions!

[He exhales and straightens.]

Okay. It’s okay. I also have resources. If you’re new, or just want to get brushed up on the basics? Mabel and I made a guide. Needs to be updated with some of the new people, but it’s mostly pretty up to date.

[Attached to the post: Dipper and Mabel’s Guide to Wonderland.]

And we’ve got a bunch of other stuff here at Angel’s Investigations if you want to come down! If anyone has answers or theories or anything please, please bring them over.

[He slowly turns around, staring at his tangled web of mystery boards.]

We need all the help we can get.

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May. 15th, 2019 08:55 am
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[Souji looks pensive as he appears on the feed. Maybe even a little worried, which is something for him.]

I died during that last part of the event. It was my fifth time dying...but nothing strange has happened. I feel the same as always.

[He pauses, uncertain where he's going with this, before asking:]

What does that mean?
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[On Saturday afternoon, there is an explosion.

With its origin in the basement, it would have been easy to miss, except that it punched a beam of pure energy upward through the Mansion and into the sky. Outside, dark clouds begin to form and swirl around that beam.

The black garnet, a bit less intact than it was that morning, is continuing to give off bright reddish-white energy in the background and it washes Entrapta's features out as she appears on the feed. Her lab is in shambles and she looks like she's seen better days herself. But she is smiling like she just won the Powerball and knows exactly how she's going to spend the money.]


So. That didn't quite go to plan.

[Her voice is high pitched, but quickly comes down to normal as she speaks. Her words come out with increasing speed.]

Or that is to say, it went exactly to plan except at the very end when it kind of exploded all over the place. But that doesn't matter, because you will never believe how much data we've managed to gather. We spoke to the Core. It spoke!

[She cackles, a little too excited.

But after a moment, she calms considerably, looking around at the mess.]


We still have to compile all of our findings, but I swear, you'll be amazed! For now, though, be careful of weather anomalies. The last time I unleashed the power of the black garnet, it froze an entire forest solid, and this is the power of the Core, so who knows what will happen this time!

[She...she could really stand to be a little more worried about this. Or a little more contrite.]

And I think the Mansion will repair itself? So if your room just got ruined, don't worry!

[With that, she turns away to hurry back to the black garnet, shutting the feed off with a flick of her hair.]


[OOC: Feel free to have your room/establishment messed up by that blast!]
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Hello, everyone. For those of you who don't know me, my name is Julia Shumway and I write for Wonderland's Shattered Mirror blog.

[ After a year, she has at least gotten used to saying the word 'blog' without fighting a roll of her eyes. She feels like part of the Wonderland community now, and it's been a while since she felt like her way of doing things was the only right way. At least, for the most part. ]

I'm going to be running a series about people in Wonderland and the different backgrounds we all stem from. My hope is that it will be not only informative, but a way for all of us to find some common ground and relate to each other, and to learn from each other. It will also help keep documentation of people who have come to Wonderland, even after we're sent home.

I've compiled a list of questions to ask you and we can conduct the interviews in person or via text. Participation is entirely voluntary, of course, but if you would be interested in being interviewed for a piece, please respond to this message or contact me privately. I really look forward to speaking with some of you.

[ She offers a parting smile before ending the feed.

More information can be found in the linked post! ]

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Oct. 17th, 2018 08:12 pm
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[ When Claire had first begun to instruct him on using this device, he wanted nothing to do with it, finding no purpose in it. But then she’d patiently showed him how useful it could be as a means to communicate. Recognizing there would be times when they’re separated and something could happen, it does gradually sink in to Jamie that there is a point to this strange magical object.

The first few days with Claire, he can’t be bothered to think of anyone or anything but her. But as he heals and starts to feel better, he’s restless, and it occurs to him that he could perhaps get to know others here a bit better. And soon, hopefully, he’ll be released from bed rest. ]


I dinda think I’d put my hands on this...thing at all. It seemed a strange and useless tool, but my wife’s advised me of the error in my thinking. [ Are people truly listening to this? How odd. ]

When you find yourself still confined to bed rest long after it’s necessary - [ He says this pointedly and loudly, so Claire can hear him in the next room ] you start to become desperate. I’m told many of you here are fond of my wife, Claire Fraser. Perhaps - if ye’ve some sway over her - ye might speak to her on my behalf? Tell her that her husband is quite well and good now and willna do anything more than thank the Almighty for the blessing of fresh air again.

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Oct. 15th, 2018 05:49 pm
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[ In between caring for her husband, Claire sends a message quickly to the network. ]

Effective immediately, I will not be maintaining hours at the clinic for the foreseeable future. If you need any assistance, you will be in good hands with Mikan and Liv. Thank you for understanding.

Private to close CR

Jamie's returned.
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FALL FESTIVAL A CHANGE OF PACE FOR WONDERLAND
Julia Shumway, Staff

[ PHOTO: Misty Day poses with the guest of honor, Lil' Sebastian Jr. ]

The third weekend of September ushered in Wonderland's very first Fall Festival, and it did not disappoint. Stretching extravagantly across the grounds, gardens, and maze area, attendees could find rides, games, and a variety of food items - the kinds of things that may be reminiscent of fairs and festivals to many of us.

Below the fold. )
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[Georgia looks entirely composed and emotionless under her sunglasses. She's not happy, but like fuck she's going to let that show on camera.]

Both Tims are gone. Jay. Cissie. Becks. Clementine's nowhere to be found, though her stuff is still here, so for the moment I'm choosing to believe she'll be back.

[Fuck does she ever hope Clem will be back. She's lost too many people.]

They're not it, of course. Despite my best efforts, I can't manage to track every single arrival and departure. But these are the ones associated with the Shattered Mirror. That leaves it at just Shaun, Maggie, Julia, and me. The news will march on no matter what. This place has too many secrets and mysteries for us to stop. As long as I am here I swear to you I will keep you informed, to the best of my ability, of the truth as I see it. I won't knowingly lie to you.

But we could use more help.

If you're interested in writing for us, contact me, or visit our office on the ninth floor. We welcome contributions, whether you want to put out something regularly or just submit a piece to our weekly zine. We'll look it over, and so long as it meets our standards, we'll print it. Please come to me with any questions.

[Softly, she adds:] Mahir. Iris. Buffy. Lois. Clark. [Then she switches off the camera.]
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[ Shawn's bored, and when Shawn's bored, he starts messing with things until he either breaks them or discovers something new. And so, he realizes he can poll the community at large. ]

Poll #20297 Hey we can do polls on our devices!!!
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 17


Being in Wonderland reminds me of:

View Answers

The show LOST but without the plane crash.
4 (23.5%)

That one Narnia place with the Jesus lion.
2 (11.8%)

Actual Alice in Wonderland as Disney intended.
1 (5.9%)

An acid trip which I wouldn't know anything about but I've heard things.
5 (29.4%)

What I imagine Hell is.
0 (0.0%)

Maybe the world ended and we're all in some kind of holding pattern until a new Earth is found.
4 (23.5%)

That one game where people roll to decide how crappy things go for you.
3 (17.6%)

A combination of more than one choice (Explain via text to me.)
0 (0.0%)

Something not listed (Explain via text to me.)
2 (11.8%)

Click this if you either support an idea on this list or u love pineapples.
7 (41.2%)

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Jul. 5th, 2018 06:05 pm
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[The image begins with a fairly irate looking Barbie tapping a pack of cigarettes against the unseen surface beneath the device. One side of his chin bears a blackish sooty mark, and looking close enough will reveal a bit of singing around his beard. Not a lot but it's there.]

So... someone got a secret on how to make the closets stop, I don't know, pranking me? Most of the stuff I ask for? I get, no problem. Sure, I've got one helluva collection of supersoakers and enough Spam to last me for a damn decade but for the most part? It's worked for me.

Except this...

[He pulls one of the smokes from the pack, lighting it with a wooden match before holding it away from his face.]

They all look identical but I have about a fifty fifty shot of getting...

[The cigarette explodes, a trick toy that Barbie has only ever seen previously in Marx Brothers and Three Stooges movies.]

What the hell am I doing wrong?
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The Queen is dead. Long live the Queen.

On Monday, in front of a crowd filled with Mirrors and Reals, the ground opened up beneath the Queen of Hearts and swallowed her up into a bright light. In her place, the White Queen, long thought dead, was restored through the boxes of donated memories. Anywhere else, the war that's been brewing for months would be the big story of the day, but Wonderland has never been anywhere else, and the much-touted war turned out to be a chess game. The Red Queen beat the Queen of Hearts, she took it poorly, and then the real story started.


Before her resurrection, the White Queen was the sister about which we knew the least... )

[As usual, Georgia leaves copies of the article close to several mirrors, and leaves hers uncovered in case anyone wants to talk about it. They deserve to be informed about their monarch.]
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[The message that comes through is audio, and the first couple seconds are quiet as Alice figures out how to start. Wind can be heard, but that isn't very much location information.]

...Do you ever think about how odd some words are? How they contort and change meaning over time?

[That seems like a good, neutral place to start. Nothing that will raise any red flags from monarchy.]

For example, "to reap". I've looked it up, you know. In many dictionaries, it means to cut or harvest by cutting, or to receive a reward. Similarly, a Reaper is just...one who reaps. A person who does that cutting or harvesting. And there are many worlds where people still reap crops, I'm sure. Some of yours, maybe.

[Alice doesn't have as much of her usual energy today. She sounds like she's put more thought into what she has to say today than usual. She's really tried this time, but doesn't know if that trying will be enough.]

But...that's not what I think of when I think of a Reaper. Do you? Do you imagine a farmer with a sickle, or something else entirely? Because I imagine death, and I imagine things taken against their will. [A pause.] Wonderland's reaped a lot from us already, I suppose.

[This is Alice though, and even she's bothered by how sad it feels, so she switches over to video - she's laying in a patch of grass somewhere and her hair is everywhere but she forces up a smile.]

Don't worry. I know I haven't said very much and it's all quite alarming-sounding, but chin up! Or at least try to. No matter how bad it gets, no matter how horrible things seem, it will end. And when it does, I promise you'll be alright. Sometimes...sometimes when things are too much, Wonderland knows and fixes it. It's sort of eerie, really.

[Suddenly the Duke (her pig guard from the Duchess) enters the frame and nudges her right in the crook of her neck, and it breaks her serious optimistic determination. She laughs and rolls over, network device forgotten.]

What are you doing? Stop that! We'll get caught, good sir!

[She says that, but she's still laughing up a storm, and it's a laugh she really needed. The device shuts itself off after a moment or two.]
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[Becks hasn't used, or even really looked at, the network much since she's been here. That in itself is kind of out of sorts, because usually that would have been the first place she went, and probably where she spent a large sum of her time. Reading over backlogs and the like, to see what she could glean from the masses about this place.

But....

Waking up from death does a lot to mix up your priorities. Imagine that.

The... Event had not be great for her. She kind of lost herself to a lot of things going on in her head, things that bugged her, bothered her in a down-to-her-bones kind of way that she hated immensely. She wasn't what a person could call weak, but god, she felt it lately.

Still does, even now, as she pieces together this post. Hidden behind a wall of anonymity that would have Georgia giving her, her best 'I'm not mad, I'm disappointed' face if she knew she was making it this way.

Normally, Rebecca had no problem signing her name to anything and everything she ever wrote, or said, in any manner or fashion. But this... this was a little easier to do with that step outside of herself.]


Not gonna lie. I'm a little ashamed of myself for doing this, at least...doing it the way that I am. It's not really me, to hide behind a mask, but...I don't think I could do this without it right now, so...here I am.

Here's my question for the Wonderland masses:

How many of you can say this place is a second chance on borrowed time?

I know I can't be the only one who died back home. I don't know about the rest of you, but I know I feel like being here completely steals away everything I stood for, everything I died for.

I died for a purpose. With a purpose. It was the right decision for everything that was going on. My death meant my people survived, and the people that deserved it would be getting the information we needed to share. I was okay with it. At peace with it.

And then I woke up here.

And it was all ripped away from me.

I don't know how to cope with it. I really don't. And that bugs me, a lot, because I'm totally the 'get up and push on' kinda person, so feeling this lost and stuck is weird and new and I hate it. And I want to fix it.

Or at the very least, commiserate with people that maybe can understand this feeling on a personal level.

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No decent person wants a war. However, after the carnival's not-so-Grand Finale, we may not have much of a say in the matter. I propose a spot of basic training. It won't be the first boot camp I've supervised.

[ she exhales and steadies her attention on the device. revealing this sliver of herself is easier than she'd anticipated. it helps, perhaps, that she's shared elements of her story with some acquaintances and friends. details, doled out slowly and in more personal conversations. either way, she volunteers nothing else about her relevant work experience unless asked. ]

If you've never seen combat before, I can show you the fundamentals. If you have, then there is no harm in a refresher. Participation is voluntary. My aim isn't to make soldiers, but to make damn certain we're as ready as we can be. Because there is wisdom in arming yourself with tools you hope won't ever have to use.

We'll begin with a focus on preparedness, on physical conditioning, and on self-defense. Morning through noon, Monday through Saturday, at 0800. The grassy field by the Checkerboard Hills. Come every day, every second day, every third or fourth if you like. But don't you dare be late; I won't tolerate tardiness.

[ and then she waits, leaving the feed open and steeling herself for inevitable conversation. sharp-eyed observers might realize this is the first time peggy carter has addressed the network publicly since her arrival. and back then, ten months ago, it had been via text only. it seems the threat of a war on the horizon has turned her uncommonly chatty. ]
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[The Red Queen stands on the main path in the garden, facing the Mansion. Stretching out behind her, covering the entire grounds, is a rather inviting scene. She’s smiling serenely, as usual, her hands clasped in front of her. Her broadcast appears on the networks of both the Real and Mirror sides of Wonderland.]

To welcome the spring, I thought to give you a surprise. It was a challenge to prepare… [A slightly pained look crosses her face.] For my dear Bill has gone.

[But then she’s smiling again, composure restored. She makes a controlled sweeping gesture with one hand.]

Since you seemed to get on so well last winter, I thought I would extend an invitation to the Mirror Things as well as the Real Things. There is enough to go around, you see, and nothing should be wasted if waste can be avoided.

[A pause, and her smile turns a bit mischievous.]

That is, of course, if my dear sister will, in her good grace, allow her subjects a bit of long overdue fun.

[She begins to make a gesture as though in farewell before pausing, and adding:]

And don’t eat too much, now.
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( Jamie's in the library like he usually is whenever there's a moment or two to spare. He's read his way through a number of books since he came here to Wonderland but every time he comes here there's more and more books to be had. He has no idea how he's going to read them all and that's what gives him the idea late one night to see if the other people in Wonderland have a way of going about it. )

My name's Jamie Fraser and I've been here for a few months now. I spend a lot of my time here in the library, if ye have a mind to come in here, and I've got a few questions for everyone.

What's the best book you've ever read? There's so many here in Wonderland, books from before and after my own time, and I want a chance to read everything I can before I go back home - if I go back home.
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The Mirrors are watching us. This is common knowledge, one of the first things we tell newcomers. There is another Wonderland through the looking glass, and it's inhabited by the doppelgangers we call Mirrors. Calling them our "evil twins" would be an oversimplification, both because not everyone on this side would qualify as the "good twin," and because while these individuals are supposed to be our reflection and, in some ways, our opposites, that doesn't mean they're evil. Like us, they are complicated individuals and generalizations cannot capture all of them. They serve the Queen of Hearts, and the influence she has on the Mirrors cannot be understated. For one thing, she's their maker, though the Red Queen claims they would exist even without the Queen of Hearts' help. If they piss her off, she can also "unmake" them.

Sounds nice and bloodless when you put it like that, doesn't it? Well, take it from an artificial, imperfect copy with implanted memories that never really happened to me. I was made by mad science, not Wonderland magic, and I lived under threat of being "decommissioned," not "unmade," but the differences are negligible. It’s a pretty word for murder and a reminder that you're replaceable.

If the gun to their heads isn't enough, the Queen manipulates and lies to the Mirrors. She sets them at each other's throats, and she sets them against us. Wirt's Mirror carries a lantern with him constantly. He was convinced by the Queen that it held his brother. We examined it together and quickly proved that it actually contained some material tied to Mirror Wirt himself. It never had anything to do with his brother at all.

It's a lot of effort that shouldn't be necessary if she's as capable of instilling loyalty as she insists she is. She has their loyalty and fear, but their free will is their own. That's why she has to keep them divided. That's why she lies. And that's why instead of fearing the Mirrors, instead of bending to the Queen's wishes and being enemies, we need to become allies. We're all prisoners of Wonderland, whether we originated here or not.

Many of you may remember the portal incident from last year, when Leo Fitz and Cisco Ramon used a combination of technology and metahuman power to break through to the Mirror side. It was the first successful, intentional breach by a Real in recorded Wonderland history, and it happened because they consulted with Mirrors. Granted, the Mirrors in question were manipulating and lying to Fitz and Ramon, and the results of that experiment were in many ways disastrous. But this does not have to be how it is. Imagine what we could accomplish in a good faith partnership between Mirrors and Reals. We need to find a way to break the Queen's hold, both because it is the right thing to do and because it may be the only way we can take control.

A young Mirror once accused me of wishing death on the Mirrors because of the title of my zine. Shattered Mirror does have a violent sound to it. I can understand where she got that, but it was never my intention. I named my zine the Shattered Mirror because I want to destroy the barriers between us. We will never achieve anything if we continue to behave as they expect us to behave. Break the glass. It's time to rise.


Mirror Writing

[As usual, Georgia makes sure to leave copies within reach of the glass so that any interested Mirrors can snag a copy without actually crossing over and disobeying the Queen. Unlike usual, she very intentionally tugs down the curtain that normally covers her office Mirror. In big, bold, backwards letters she write ƧTͶƎMMOƆ next to a taped up copy of the article. Then she sits and waits.]
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[ Monika pops up on screen, her usual cheerful self, but she's somehow even more cheery today. Why? Because she's comfortable! She's surrounded by a girlish, lavishly decked out room and sitting in front of a magnificent grand piano. It's tons better than what she had to put up with when she first got here. It's not exactly easy to make the network a comfortable place to live, you know! Thank you, closet.exe, you've been very helpful.

Anyhow, she gives a cute wave. ]

Hi, everyone! I felt like we could use a little mood music since I couldn't think of a good poem. Maybe a few of you will recognize it? Oh, and sorry if it's not perfect, but I'm still getting used to this, ahaha!

[ So, without further ado, she begins to play a certain jurassic-themed song, albeit a bit fitfully at times. Give her a break, she's sight-reading! It gets smoother as she goes on and gets her bearings, though. ]

I hope you guys don't mind. Big moments deserve a soundtrack, especially when dinosaurs are involved. They're so majestic, aren't they? Just be careful not to get eaten!

[ Although that might be interesting to watch . . .

Eventually, she reaches the end of the song and glances up thoughtfully. ]

Hmm. I'm trying to think of another dinosaur-related song. It seems to be a very sadly neglected area of music. If you have any suggestions, let me know.

Oh, and. If you see Wirt around, tell him I'm looking for him? [ She grins. ] Thanks for listening~

[ And, mostly as an afterthought: ] Be safe!

[ Monika returns her focus to her piano and resumes playing Jurassic Park music. Someone has to play the fiddle as Rome burns! ]
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[Tweedledee and Tweedledum appear sitting together in the garden. They’re sitting sideways on a bench, back to back and barefoot. They seem to not be aware of how cold it is or of the snow around them. Notably, there are no footprints in it.]

It may not hurt now, but it will.

Or it did.

We’re not really sure which anymore.

But remember--

And we’ll only say this once--

Smaller things are more likely to be stepped on.
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My name is Julia Shumway. If anyone can hear me, please respond.

[ She's found herself, fittingly, on the dock. The last thing she remembers is being on the water, and a bright, blinding light... And now, she's here. Wherever "here" is.

She looks like hell, too. A bandage on her right shoulder is sopping with blood, and she's shivering in the tank top she's wearing, having just come from summer weather. The device is shaking in her hands and she can barely hold herself up, but she's doing the best she can to keep her voice level and clear. ]


We haven't been able to get a signal from anywhere in two weeks and I'm hoping this means I can get through to someone. I'm one of the people trapped in Chester's Mill, or I was, but I don't know where I am now. I just hope this means this is over, please... Someone just tell me it was worth it. Tell me this is over.

[ Video, audio, and action are all welcome. ]

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