mettatonvevo: (Peace sign)
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[The camera turns on and the lighting is honestly incredible for the equivalent of your typical smartphone camera. There seems to be... a filter of some kind on the edges? Little bright pink flowers and hearts that perfectly frame the screen. It's not until the camera moves again that it becomes readily apparent that, no, this isn't a filter, these are stickers that whoever owns this phone painstakingly put on so that their face is perfectly framed by it.

Who did it is readily apparent when a certain robotic face pops into view.]


Helloooooooooooooooo Wonderlaaaaaand~! ♥

[Mettaton grins, blowing a kiss to the camera.]

Did you all miss me? Don't answer. I know you did. And while I certainly did not plan, at all, to come back here for a second tour... I guess Wonderland had different ideas for me!

[He sounds only vaguely annoyed rather than furious. It's fine. He had his little tantrum before this broadcast.]

So! For all of you who have been here for awhile or since I have been gone- tell me all that juicy Wonderland gossip on what I've missed! And perhaps explain to me how I have gotten trapped again in this hellhole without the bare decency of having forgotten my previous stay?

[His smile is a bit strained at that comment, but he carries on.]

Regardless, I am back again to bless all of your lives! And I look forward to meeting you all.

[He blows another kiss to the camera and cuts off the feed.]
mettatonvevo: (Peace sign)
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[If there is one thing Wonderland should have gotten used to by now, it’s that Mettaton is a diva who loves to surprise. Therefore when the camera pops on, Wonderland is greeted with the beautiful face of the robot… and the pumpkin that is currently on his head. That has his face carved into it. It’s a startlingly good replica of his face but begs the question of why he put the pumpkin on in the first place if he was going to “show” it anyway…]

Hellooooooo~ Wonderland! Did you miss me? It’s once again been terribly long since I have posted here and for that I do apologize! To make up for my tearful absence, I want to propose an idea! Yes yes, I know what you’re thinking-

But Mettaton! The last idea you put forth you didn’t follow through! How can we ever trust you again?

[The robot puts a hand on his chest, tilting his head to the side as if completely heartbroken. The carved pumpkin face, however, does not change its orange smile.]

I know, darlings, I know, it’s terribly tragic the things I have gone through while here in Wonderland as of late, but never fear! It seems that the winds of fortune are changing and that I will be more present with you all once again!

Now! Onto the good stuff!

My next proposal for this glorious month of spooks and scares is- a haunted house! Wonderland not turning itself into its OWN haunted house notwithstanding, I think a simple haunted house that’s run by fellow residents who we are 99.9% sure aren’t trying to kill us would be a great way to blow off steam! What do you all say?

I’ll be taking volunteers for this little project up to October 23rd so that we’ll have plenty of time to get things ready once we’ve confirmed everyone who is pitching in! I look forward from hearing from you, darlings~!

[Mettaton then makes a heart with his hands and then cuts the feed.]

((OOC: I made an OOC post about this here so feel free to hit that up too if you'd like to keep track of things!))
punful: (heh that was a good one)
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[Sans is in his room, slouching in a desk chair and rotating it back and forth with one foot. He's got an open bag of candy corn in front of him and is painstakingly sticking them onto the ends of his fingers. Like claws. Candy corn claws. His cat, 4, is in the background of the video, apparently attempting to eviscerate a very tiny pumpkin.]

[There's also a song playing quietly nearby.]


candy corn is super underrated. we'd get bags and bags and bags of it coming down the rivers back home. starting right in november, just this candy corn flood. i guess it's a really contentious candy for humans, but i dunno. they're pretty much just sugar. what's not to like?

[He proceeds to eat one of them off a finger, then attaches another one.]

anyway, it's that time of year again. any day now, wonderland's gonna break out the probably-cursed candy and the probably-enchanted decorations. i think it was last year, i ended up with an army of tiny, ambulating plastic skeletons. actually, that reminds me--so i get that skeletons are like...part of the theme, but if anyone puts up any skeleton decorations, can you just like...make sure they got clothes on? it's, uh. awkward otherwise.

[He eats another candy corn. In the background, 4 does a butt wiggle and launches at the pumpkin like it just insulted his mother. Sans completely ignores the horrible murder going on behind him and tries to attach another candy corn. It falls off.]

so i was thinking--there's gonna be an event for halloween, cause there always is, but do we wanna get up to something beforehand? i think max was suggesting a movie night or something? there's been some bad vibes lately about, yanno, us non-human folks, so...i dunno, some kind of party might be good. halloween's a good time for humans and non-humans to come together, chill, eat candy and remember that we're not all out to get each other or anything.

[It only seemed to be one guy who had issues with supernatural people, but the idea of a human/non-human divide in Wonderland is...extremely unsettling. This place has enough problems.]

[He grins, inspecting his shitty candy corn manicure.]


anyway, let's at least just try to have some fun before whatever wonderland throws at us, yeah?
mettatonvevo: (hmmm)
[personal profile] mettatonvevo
[When the camera clicks on, Mettaton can be seen looking quite normal. The last time he appeared on the Network he'd been a bit... possessed. Completely ignoring that, of course, he is all sunshine and smiles.]

You know, I never expected to be trapped here in Wonderland for two years. But it seems that is my current state of affairs. And may be my state of affairs for awhile.

[He sighs, shakes his head, but then continues.]

My last anniversary here, I celebrated with a big inaugural concert at my performing arts theater. I was planning on doing the same if I was still here at my two year mark but with this war coming up, it doesn't feel like quite the right time to do so. But! I don't want things to go unmarked so how about this:

If we all survive, and in relatively one piece, from this power struggle between our two illustrious queens, why don't we all throw a party of some kind? Things have been rather... rough and perhaps a spot of fun might be good for all of us! What do you all say? Ideas? Questions? Rejections?

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Jun. 2nd, 2018 12:46 am
pleasereset: mearisuu on deviantart (Done with this shit)
[personal profile] pleasereset
Do you get a special cake or a wish when you've been here a year?

[Here is an Asriel, looking very done with everything. He's only found out a few minutes ago that today was the day of his arrival. And while this should be a day of reflecting on what he's learned and experienced, or be grateful that he's had his body back for this long, he's really just bitter that most of his family has left. Or that he was just recently imprisoned and brainwashed. Or that he's got a war to look forward to soon.]

I want a chocolate cake.
mettatonvevo: (HE HAVE. TEH GUN.)
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[Good afternoon, Wonderland! Those of you who still mistakenly have your network devices on you will be privy to a special broadcast from Wonderland's favorite celebrity! (A self-proclaimed title, for sure.)

When the camera clicks on, Mettaton is once again facing away from it, scribbling furiously on an easel paper flip board. He writes for about a minute before nodding in satisfaction and turning around to the camera. He flashes a brilliant smile.]


Hello there, my dear Wonderland! As I'm sure you all know, we are having a truly amazing time this event! Now, I know the main topic on everyone's minds are the Reapers - a very controversial subject, I'm sure. But I'm on the network today to tell you all- the Reapers are not nearly as bad as you think!

[He steps out of the way of the paper, grinning proudly as he gestures to what he's written.]

I've compiled a short list of the reasons that these fun new invaders of our home are actually good! So listen well, my dears, because by the end of this message, you'll completely understand where I am coming from here.

[He points excitedly to the first bullet point on his list.]

Number one: Fashion. They're fashionable. What, Mettaton? Fashionable? What do you mean by that? Well dears, what I mean is, is that if you let these lovely synthetics get a hold of you, you'll be upgraded and given a fabulous makeover!

[At that Mettaton takes the camera and brings it closer to him, where anyone watching can see that he has in fact been "upgraded" with Reaper tech. Mettaton's body now has many glowing blue lights and tubes throughout it, giving him an eerie glow.]

See that? Blue is so in this season, darlings! Get on the Reaper's good side and you, too, will look as good as me! ...Well, maybe not as good. It's hard to beat a face like mine. Now! Onto number two!

[He points back to the paper, slapping it loudly.]

Dedication! The Reapers are nothing if not dedicated to their cause of liberating all lifeforms if their actions here are any indication! Look at them! Taking their time from their galaxy back home to stop by little old Wonderland and giving us a taste of their work! Miraculous! Stupendous! A true inspiration to all of us! Coming back every 50,000 years like clockwork! I bet we all wish we had that kind of work ethic!

[He laughs then, shaking his head fondly, and then gestures to the paper once more.]

Now, point three, and this one is my favorite- Extinction.

[He says it with a particular relish as he pulls out a red marker and circles it multiple times.]

There is no escaping the Reapers. There is no winning against the Reapers. We know this. Everyone who has attempted to fight back against them this event probably knows this. I'm sure even Shepard is having some troubles of her own by now!

Now, to all of you determined heroes out there still thinking about resistance- is submission not preferable to extinction? Is it not better to align yourself to the winning team than to fight fruitlessly against that which cannot be defeated?

The answer is simple, darlings- submit to the Reapers, and you shall see eternity! And if you still think you can win, well...

[He sets the camera down and grins, as his body begins to shift and change into a form that not many people have seen in Wonderland- his NEO form, a form specifically dedicated to warfare. He lifts the cannon towards the camera as a light begins to form inside of it.]

I'm sure it won't take me long to teach you that lesson.

[The light of the cannon and the Reaper modifications glint off his malicious smile as the camera cuts there.]

((ooc: feel free to hit up Mettaton on here if your characters want to argue, as well as feel free to run into him roaming the Mansion as he basically tries to hunt anyone who isn't serving the Reapers at this point.))
mettatonvevo: (who made my baby sad i'll kill u)
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[When the video clicks on, at first only Mettaton is visible. After a few quick seconds, however, it becomes obvious that he is standing in an empty room. There is nothing remarkable about it in any way, shape, or form. It has four walls, all stark white, and one wall with a window and one wall with a door. All in all, with how utterly unremarkable it is, Mettaton looks almost comically out of place.

The look of empty sadness on his face is the only thing that matches the room.]


Wonderland, have you ever felt an absence? As if one day your heart is whole, the next, something important in your life, something you always thought would be there, is gone?

[He means both literal and figurative in his case, but he knows he's in the minority on that front. He turns to look out the window, facing away from the camera.]

It's like a piece of you is missing. Like you'll never be quite full ever again.

[He pauses. He doesn't want to speak this into reality, even as the reality bores in on him as bright and biting as the walls around him.]

I'm sure that those of you that knew her will understand my feelings when I say that... Alphys is gone.

[His voice crackles with static.]

And I don't think she is coming back.

((ooc: Mettaton will mostly be staying in what was Alphys's old room on the second floor next to his if you're looking for an action thread for the rest of the day.))

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Dec. 10th, 2017 12:45 pm
charlastan: Happier - Guster ((Finally got it figured out))
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[Stan isn't really sure how to begin this message, or what say first. The beginning of the post catches him in a rare moment of being entirely unsure what to say. There's a German Shepard by his side who nudges him and whines a little, as if it knows he's sad. There's two cats curled up nearby, but both intently watching what's going on.]

Shh, don't make this harder!

[He's not a total monster though, so he scritches behind the dog's ears as he talks.]

So, uh. ...I've got a couple animals I need to re-home. This dog's Newt, and that cat over there's Archie. I think they're short for Newton and Archi...medes?

[He looks at the cat as if for confirmation, and the cat looks vaguely put out by the question and meows at him.]

...Anyway, um. They belonged to my brother Stanford, but...his room's all empty and they kinda wandered down the hall to me, and I can't take care of four animals. Heck, I can barely take care of myself half the time! I've still got my cat Freeloader here, and his owl's pretty good at takin' care of himself-- [There's a hoot off-screen.] --but the other two...they need someone else to look after 'em. The cat's got six toes on his paws, and the dog's good for, uh. [He's making an attempt to be discrete about his brother's PTSD business.] ...Emotional stuff, I guess.

[Stan sounds tired. He should have known this would happen sooner or later, but he wasn't ready for it at all. He'd gotten too comfortable with Ford being around. But, at least needing to give away his animals will let him spread the news that Ford's gone without talking about Ford being gone. He should be used to being alone, but it stings even more now that they had patched things up.

He takes a deep breath, and says the only thing that might betray how terrible he feels to anyone who knows him. He won't look at the screen, and makes none of his usual showman gestures.
]

They're free to a good home, first come first serve.
interpersonal: (troubled.)
[personal profile] interpersonal
[ It’s never an easy thing, announcing someone’s departure, but Billy is sorta used to it. Even if it still hurts the same it’s also numb. But he opens the video with resigned look on his face and he starts to speak, Elena Gilbert right beside him. ]

Steve Rogers and Darcy appear to have gone home. For good this time. They had been here for as long as I have and I know they will be missed by people that knew them.

[ Cheesy but true. ]

Usually these announcements are met with melancholy, but I don’t think they would want that. They would want us to keep going and enjoying the moments we can here.

[Elena nods her agreement, squeezing Billy’s hand. She doesn’t make announcements like these, as a general rule. The first real blow Wonderland dealt -- Bonnie's departure -- was mourned in private. It was by no means the last blow, but this seems different. Steve and Darcy were like staples in Wonderland. ]

Billy is right. We keep going; together. We help each other. It’s why the coffee shop will remain standing. It’s what Darcy would want, and we’re determined to see that through. So continue to stop by, and if you want to help out, feel free.

We’ll be there.

[ ... And there’s one more thing and this makes Billy blush. ]

Also uh, I seem to now be in possession of Darcy’s Wall of Butts. If anyone wants it?
restinglichface: DNT ([fire] y'all bout to get fucked)
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[For someone from a place of slightly more primitive technology, Lup seems to get a handle on her handheld device quickly enough, the elf framing her face perfectly in the screen, mouth curled to the side in a sharp grin. She looks totally in her element, confident and poised despite knowing nothing of this place or of the people who run it.

The one thing she does know is she needs out of here. Pronto.

For those unfortunate residents of Wonderland who know Taako, they may mistake this woman for him considering they share the same identical faces and long, elven ears. Her voice is a little different, naturally, but hey, elves get sick sometimes too, right?]


Now, I don't want to crush your game, but I'm gonna need the name of the nerd who runs this place, because I'm a busy woman who has exactly zero time for this bullshit. I can't fault you for wanting some of the good, ol' Lup brand to sparkle up this place, but it just isn't going to work.

It's not me, it's deffo all you.

And hey-- [She holds up free hand in front of the camera, which certainly looks to be on fire.] If you don't want to come out and face me yourself, I'll just start burning it down. I have a feeling that garden out front is gonna make for a pretty choice blaze. And I've got spell slots to burn, baby.

Your move. [And okay, that ending is slightly marred by the fact she struggles to figure out how to disconnect the call, but still!]
mettatonvevo: (the look the hot guy that you hate gives)
[personal profile] mettatonvevo
[Knock knock! It's the Robotboy genius! Coming to you live from his beautiful pink decorated room. He's looking considerably more cheerful than the last time he posted a month or two ago. He's also accompanied by a cute plant companion!

He's stroking it lovingly as he looks at it in its temporary pot.]


Hello, glorious citizens of Wonderland! It seems a lot of us have gotten mysterious gifts from an equally mysterious RQ, and it's such a tantalizing state to be in, isn't it?

[He delicately nudges a bud, untangling it from another leaf so that it can stand out prominently.]

And what a fitting gift this is for me! Flowers for a star! But not just a simple bouquet, oh no; a potential unending supply of beautiful white roses, just for me!

[He moves the pot to the forefront of the camera and lets it take up the whole frame so all its details are on display.]

I don't know who this RQ is but clearly they have excellent taste in being such a big fan of mine. I love you too, RQ!

[Mettaton then pops back into frame and blows a kiss to the camera. Presumably for this RQ he is talking about; how embarrassing.]

So! My question to you all is: now that I am done showing this off, what should I do with it? Should I plant this bush in the gardens for everyone to see? Maybe erect a plaque on it so everyone knows it is mine? Or should I keep it here and put it in a bigger pot to lavish my room in more elegance? Oh~! The possibilities!
mettatonvevo: (WELL THEN)
[personal profile] mettatonvevo
[The video feed opens to a pair of robotic hands pinning a sign to a pillar in the Entrance Hall. This isn’t terribly peculiar since Mettaton has done this quite a lot in the past for his concerts but the subject of this flyer is of a different affair than anyone is accustomed to seeing. It is rather bare in comparison to the almost gaudy things he’s put up before but this one is straight and to the point: a picture of a ghost that some of Wonderland may recognize and the words on the top and bottom of the flyer say in big bold, eye-catching print HAVE YOU SEEN THIS GHOST? Anyone who happens to explore the mansion today will run into a lot of them hung up all over Wonderland.

There’s a couple of seconds as Mettaton adjusts the flyer so it sits perfectly on it and, satisfied, he reaches a hand back to the camera and turns it to face him.]


Hello Wonderland! It’s been awhile since I have posted here, I know, it’s a tragedy that I need to remedy more often, but that’s a problem for later. For now, dear Wonderland, I need your help. You see, in that last event or perhaps a little before it, someone important went missing. And I know some of you knew them, so I will need your help in finding them!

[He says this with a confidence that does not betray the anxiety that has been building in his soul that he has been fervently denying.]

Now I know one of the first questions some of you may ask me is “Is their room empty?” Well. Their room being empty, whether or not it is, doesn’t matter right now. What matters is that they are missing and that I will find them. Any information you have as to where they may be would be incredibly helpful!

[Now Mettaton looks almost imploringly to the camera, but of course he’d never come off as desperate, no, he’s Mettaton! He’d never potentially lose his cool like this.]

So! If any of you have information about the whereabouts of the dear and lovely Napstablook, I am all ears! I will be all over Wonderland and if you have anything at all, respond to this and let me know.

[With a decisive nod he ends the feed.]

((ooc: If you’re feeling an action thread, Mettaton can be found almost all over Wonderland feverishly looking for his dear friend, so feel free to run into his rather desperate search as he denies that Napstablook is gone. Places of note are The Music Room, the Library and probably the entirety of the Second Floor but he can absolutely be found anywhere you wish other than the Forest, which is a closed prompt.))
singloversing: Two Birds - Regina Spektor (And I'm sorry)
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[Wirt doesn't look good.

He's pale, and he's having a little trouble holding the camera steady. Too beat to stand, he's sitting on the floor leaning against the wall. Thinking is hard and he doesn't want to send out this message at all, but he doesn't have a choice in the matter.
]

I...I need someone to do me a favor.

[It takes him a moment to summon up the nerve to keep going. He uses his free hand to pull his cape tighter around him.]

I need someone to look after my brother Greg. He's only six and I-I'm not-- I'm not good in a fight and I can't really protect anyone. [His voice hitches, his nerves failing him for moment.] I-I can't even protect myself, how can I--

[He can't do this. He pokes his arm out from under his cape and knots his fingers in his hair. The famous cone hat falls off. It takes him a second to collect himself again.]

I-I just. I need someone to come look after Greg, and I need someone to not-- n-not tell me I'm an idiot or dumb whatever for this because like I know that already and it doesn't change anything, so can someone please do that? Please? Please, I...I-I need...

[He shuts his eyes tight and rubs at them. This message is too hard to do without being that guy who cries on the network and he doesn't want to go down with that kind of reputation.]

...I-I need someone to look after him. I...I'm going to go once someone says they'll come. I don't want to leave him alone, but I c-- I. I...need to. Soon. ...Thank you.

[He rattles off their current address quickly and when he pulls the camera closer to shut it off, for a second viewers can see that his other arm is heavily bandaged and blood-stained. It's been hurting him, but he wasn't sure if anyone would come if they could see it, so he's been trying really to keep it out of frame.]
punful: (human le tired)
[personal profile] punful
[There's a thirty-something sickly-looking human man on the network, currently perched inside one of the myriad holes in the cliff face. He looks like he's trying to just chill here, but judging by his body language he's...kinda stressed. His expression, on the other hand, is completely neutral--which is kinda weird, considering. He's wearing robes, or at least some kind of glorified Snuggie, and it's emblazoned with the holy symbol of a hotdog.]

Hey, so uh. It's me. Sans. Usually a skeleton. Currently a human.

[Yeah and let's not get into how godawful weird it is to suddenly have organs and skin and hair and all these weird things that humans have, and the fact that he has no idea how to do anything, and the fact that basic shit like breathing is something he has to actually remember to do. Let's just. Not think about any of that.]

Also currently a Cleric of...heh, okay, I gotta give Wonderland this one. I'm a Cleric of Godtoh. I can spontaneously manifest healing hotdogs. Yeah, ya heard that right. Wonderland really, uh. Threw a whole bunch of crap at the wall to see what would stick this time, huh.

[Like, yeah, make the lazy asshole the healer, and give him healing hotdogs, and gloves that make people laugh. Sure.]

Anyway. The short version is, I'm a sorta healer. Not so great at the fighting and escaping part, and these Gem critters are all over. So I figure...if anyone needs healing, I can come by, but I'll probably need, uh. Help. Got all this brand new magic, and none of it's the fightin' kind. I figure being in groups would be best for this sorta thing, yeah? We call it partying up, in the business. Heh.

[What a nerd.]

So, yeah. Healing hotdogs. I got 'em. Anyone need 'em?

[Sans is LFG, but sadly he has shit Charisma and rolled a 9. He might need to rethink his hotdog sales pitch.]
catchacold: :| (flake)
[personal profile] catchacold
We're already in some magical land that makes our dreams come true - mostly the bad ones - so let's think about the impossible some more.

[Leonard may be calling it "impossible" mostly to heckle one specific Brit, given he's travelled through time himself, but maybe it will also flush out other time travellers. May be interesting.]

If you could travel to any point in history, where and when would you go, and why?

Also, if you could travel to any point in your own personal history, your lifetime... Same questions.

Would you try to change anything?


[He has experience with trying and the resulting failure too.]
mettatonvevo: (A little shame and sadness)
[personal profile] mettatonvevo
[When the feed clicks on, Mettaton is at the camera, perfectly poised and smiling wide.]

Hello, Wonderland! Sorry for that little hiccup earlier!

[He fluffs his hair a bit, which definitely looks disheveled; an unusual deviation from his usual picture perfect looks.]

I had a small incident with Wonderland's local dream demon BUT! There's no need to fear, darlings, because your strong, amazing hero Mettaton repelled the evil doer! Wonderland is safe and so are the rest of you!

[He smiles, though it falters for just a brief second before he continues.]

Now, let's put this silly incident behind us, shall we? There's no need to worry about any of these shenanigans or torment yourself with worry over me (unless you want to, of course! ♥). I'm sure you'll see my shining face on the network sometime in the future again (minus any and all unauthorized uses of my brand) so I shall let you all return to your daily lives. Bye, darlings~!

[He pauses for a moment, blinks, and then hurriedly gives a cutesy wave and wink to the camera, though it's clear his heart isn't in it. The feed ends there.]

((ooc: Mettaton may respond to network responses but it will probably be sporadic due to the fact that he's feeling really rough right now. For anyone wanting to personally come and check on him, the door will have many latches and locks and Mettaton will not be opening his door for anyone other than close CR, if that. But he's fine. Absolutely fine! Totally.))
ghflskhu_ph: (nothing wrong here nope)
[personal profile] ghflskhu_ph
[Mettaton’s videos don’t seem to be up to their usual standards this morning. For one, the recording seems to have been started without his acknowledgement- seeing as it isn’t focused on his face or even his fabulous legs- and two, the once pinkish hue of his lights were now saturated to an ethereal gold instead; a yellow color rather more associated with well…]

“OH. YOU’RE STILL HERE…”

[The owner of that voice. The robot, ‘Mettaton,’ stops his trek midwalk as the yellow lights flicker back to their trademark magenta.]

"Of course I’m still here, you utter beast! This is my body! It’s not yours!"

[This is vile. It feels vile. He can feel his body moving but it’s not by his wishes, his will, and he simultaneously feels disconnected and painfully present.]

“WHOA-HO didn’t take LONG to get on YOUR BAD SIDE, DID IT? Come on METTs, Is that any way to GREET someone BACK from the DEAD? I thought YOU WANTED to help me SHAKE THINGS up!” [The lights flash back to yellow, and Bill’s jovial tone drops flat.] “YOU DON’T LIKE IT, DON’T STAY. In a FEW HOURS it won’t MATTER ANYWAY."

[Mettaton’s SOUL lets out a pulse of anger, something he knows that Bill can feel inside this body. One of his (and it is undoubtedly his hands, not Bill’s, never Bill’s) hands clench in reaction to it, a whirring stirring up in his gears that settles down quickly.]

Don’t stay? Don’t stay!? You’re an idiot if you think that I will relinquish any hold on MY body to YOU. To think there was even a moment where I worried about you when you disappeared! I truly am a weak fool.

[Just like he always suspected about himself, huh? If he had never cared for anyone other than himself, maybe this would have been easier to repel. Maybe he never would have talked to Bill in the first place. Besides, even if Mettaton did want to let go or leave for whatever reason, he knows he couldn’t. His magic, his essence, his very soul keeps him tied to this body and its forms. It would take a lot more than this to boot him out if it could happen at all. But… what was that last bit?]

What do you mean it won’t matter? What are you planning to do?

"This isn’t the KIND of dimension that SHAPES up, instead it SHAPES “US." WONDERLAND thought it could SWALLOW ME, well I'm THROUGH with PLAYING its GAME! WITH this form's DESTRUCTIVE TALENTS and my ENDLESS SOURCE of PURE ENERGY we’ll level this CARDHOUSE! ONCE I COLLAPSE that RABBIT HOLE and GET to the HEART of this OPERATION, this DIMENSION FALLS and it's TAKING EVERYTHING with it!"

[No more bizarre emotions! No more threats to his psyche! The eyes of the shared form flicker to notice the camera at last.]

"WELL WOULD YA LOOK AT THAT?.. SEEMS you GET TO GIVE a FINALE PERFORMANCE after all. WHADDIYA SAY give em a SHOW to END ALL SHOWS."

OOC: All right friends; Yes, Mettaton just got his body stolen by Bill Cipher. Yes, Bill Cipher just threatened to destroy Wonderland. Lucky for you,  MTT will succeed in kicking Bill out in a closed thread.  Replying will get you one or both of your esteemed hosts. Have Fun~
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[ It's late and, rather than lay awake in bed, Caitlin's curled up in a tearoom and messing with her device. The questions she pose aren't pressing, not really, just idle curiosity finally given words. ]

I think it's amazing how someone can develop feelings for someone else here, especially if you both come from different worlds. Wouldn't you be worried that Wonderland would suddenly decide to send you home the moment you found actually happiness? Or plagued by the fear that the person you've fallen for isn't who they actually are? Just who they present themselves to be here.

[ She knows something of that, herself. The danger of falling in love with the idea instead of the actual person. ]

If you found yourself in that situation, would you hold back, keep your feelings to yourself? Or would you jump without thinking twice?
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Do you have friends from home here?

( sucre has two. one is her closest friend, and the other she knows well - though not well enough that she would call them best friends. it's been strange, being in another world but still having people here that she already knows, but it isn't an unwelcome comfort. what she doesn't like is the danger they have been put in. already things have happened to zacharie, he's died despite promising not to (and as much as she realises it can't be helped, she's still filled with grief) and the events have put them in even more danger.

wonderland is another chance at being reunited after her death in their home world, but it's also worse - here, they can die, and it's discomforting. )


I have two. It's nice, but it's scary :-(

How do you feel, if you do? If you don't, do you wish your friends were here?

voice;

Mar. 23rd, 2017 02:04 pm
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I have a question of a somewhat philosophical nature, if anyone feels they might indulge me.

[There is a reason he chooses to use an audio only medium for this. While Regis is ordinarily very gregarious, there are certain topics in which it is best that others do not see his reaction to what they say.]

What do you believe makes someone - or something - a monster? It may be a simple answer, or perhaps not so simple. I lean towards the latter.
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[The video opens up to the beach. Still just as pretty as anything else Wonderland has to offer on the surface. Nice weather, beautiful and clear waters. And a masked, 4th wall breaking merchant.

He's sitting in the sand near the edge of the water, back to the camera and a little ways from it. One might think he set it up so he was filmed this way but judging from awkward angle it's more likely Zacharie simply dropped it and it turned on randomly, as Wonderland's communicators tend to do. Zacharie himself seems fairly relaxed yet is dripping wet. Evidently someone decided to go for a dip, even though one might question why you'd go swimming in a sweater and jeans.

Then again, Zacharie's a weird guy. He claimed to be from a video game so maybe he just like swimming in heavy clothing.

The feed continues to record him simply staring at the sea before him. Nice weather today. Always nice.]


....A-a-a query, Wonderland. [Was he someone who stuttered like that?] Would you all leave here if you could? Could? Switch strings to something else? I know some of you won't leave. Won't walk away or Qu-

[Whatever Zacharie was about to say is cut off by a sudden burst of static. If any Wonderland's residents remember a certain man and a certain entry he made a long time ago might recognize it.

Something is wrong here and something is very wrong with Zacharie.]


--at is fine. That is why we are here. So we are fine and we should not worry. Everything is fine. It's okay, it's all okay. I promise, I mean it I͟ ̴̧͝me̸a̕͢n͞ ͞͡i̛͏t̢ I̴ ̷̛m̴̡ęàn ͝ì́̕t̵̀͜ ̢I̶͠ ̵͢͢m̴e̵an͘͟͡ ̴i̷̧͘t͞ ̡̢I̧͘͞-̸͟

<̴͢>͜͠M̨̕͟e̸s̡̛s̡͠͞a͞g̷̀e:̶̴ ͜T͞ó̡ ̶͝m͘u̸̵c͟҉̀h.̴ ͢͞Th̵͡er̛e'̴̢̀s͝͡ ̷to ḿ̡u҉ch҉͜ ̛o͜f̵ ̢̨i͢͠t͢͢. ̢Į̶ ̴̷t̨͘h̶͡i̷̛͏n҉ḱ̴ ̶̛I͞ ̷̷un̛d̡̛ę̵͞ŕst̢̀á̴́nd̶ ̧t̢̨h̵̀͠e̢͜m̕ ̵̢ņoẁ̴.͞

[The audio begins to glitch out as another distortion kicks in as Zacharie sharply turns to look at something that's behind the camera before it cuts out. Quickly words flash on the black feed:

'HELLO AGAIN'

The feed re-appears and Zacharie is walking down one of the many hallways of the mansion using the camera as a recorder. He turns to one of the doors, although the camera fails to catch the number, and tries to yank it open. Locked. Then the camera freezes and the action repeats. Still locked! An unpleasant screech distorts the audio as it cuts out once again.

It picks up in the forest. Zacharie walks through it quietly but there's still something wrong the audio. For some reason it sounds like there are two sets of footsteps despite the merchant being the only one there. He doesn't seem to be looking for anything in particular and at one point Zacharie turns around and the camera catches the still-visible mansion in the background.

He's not that far away. But again a distortion corrupts the image and a few more words appear before it ends for good.

'DtDtDt

* HERE WE ARE

SWITCH IS off']


[ooc: as the links suggest, thanks to an overdoes of DT and interactions with the Operator Zacharie's not doing so good. Zacharie may or may not respond to this, so feel free to threadjack if you like!]
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The camera opens to view one (1) Asgore Dreemurr, looking very large and goatly and like some sort of “he’s gonna make it after all, maybe” divorced goatman. He appears to be in a kitchenette or perhaps even a full kitchen. There’s some countertops and cupboards and other assorted kitchen accoutrements.

Is this… yes, this is on, hello,” he says into the camera. “I am Asgore Dreemurr and today I am doing a Let Us Play that shows you how to make a delicious Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich, which I feel is an easy meal that nearly anyone can make. I am being helped today by the Underground’s most popular TV cooking host, Mettaton.” He looks over at his gracious co-host, like a not-yet-drunk Kathie Lee would look over at a just-starting-to-get-buzzed Hoda.

Mettaton, for his part, looks the perfect picture of bedazzled cooking host, complete with signature chef’s hat embroidered with a glittering gold MTT and matching apron. There is not a hair out of place on his robotic head and his grin is dazzling as he addresses the camera.
It keeps happening )

video

Mar. 17th, 2017 10:10 am
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[They're outside the mansion. Judging from the background noise of rushing water, they've propped their camera up on the fountain. The feed is otherwise silent as they fiddle with components - PVC piping, a can of hairspray, PVC glue, all the usual expected components that scream "misguided attempt at a backyard potato gun." Because that's what they're making. A misguided attempt at a backyard potato gun.]

Amazing, the things the closets will just let you have. Few people seem to consider what being a child in Wonderland means. Bedtime is never, there's no such thing as education, and you can eat nothing but Twinkies and Cap'n Crunch if you want to. I kill the time by working in a diner, and nobody breathes a word about child labour.

Guess it's pretty lucky we never have to worry about growing up, because we're probably learning some pretty messed up things. People like me aren't supposed to have limitless freedom. It's bad for us. We abuse it.

Oh well.

What do you think would happen if I fired a grenade out of this thing?

~1~

Mar. 7th, 2017 12:54 pm
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What an absolutely delectable distraction!

[A frightening feline visage graces the viewer. While it registers more or less as a cat in shape and size, there is something particularly off about it. The eyes are too big, and the mouth gapes, full of crowded teeth pointing in all directions. It’s visibly smiling, which is something a normal cat shouldn’t be able to do. Maybe this is what cats look like in nightmares?]

Such an array of colours and textures! I find myself mourning my poor ability to see all the different shades, but oh, the sensations underneath my toes! The feeling of raking my claws over the various chairs and couches in this lovely building is nothing less than sublime.

I’ve been missing out my entire life, only able to sharpen them against the cold metal of Zone 0. It makes a most unpleasant sound, but one must endure. Hygiene is very important, children.

And they have even made me a little present. While I would prefer some fresh quarry to chase, or perhaps something to open those vexing little tins with, this device is more than satisfactory. It is made just for the charming, rounded shape of my paws.

[It kneads them against the screen, purring in a satisfied manner.]

Tell me, my well-kept inmates, what is the purpose of our prison? I was thoroughly convinced that my world had been reduced to nothingness, as my wanderings proved fruitless, and yet I am here, vibrant and alive! The puppeteers have made quite the tangle of strings here, but it does not bother me any more than any other ball of yarn, which we cats are so expert at unraveling.

I implore you to tell me all you know. I am very, very curious.

[OOC: Before playing with The Judge, please check out his
permissions post! He has a particular fourth-wall breaking power that you need to know about before engaging with him.]
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[Today’s little network post opens with the camera pointed toward a festive little booth outside the mansion. Its purpose seems clear enough, but just in case you don’t get it, don’t fret! Because here is a handsome robot to turn the camera onto his face and explain it to you!]

Hello beauties and gentlebeauties! As you are all probably aware, today is Valentine’s day! For those who may not be in the know, it is a holiday devoted to love and the expression of love! Pink and red hearts, delicious chocolates, heartfelt confessions, secret passions; today is the day for it all!

[Here he adjusts the device so it is sitting on the booth and you can see his outfit clearly, as he props up his chin with his hands and flashes the camera a coquettish grin.]

Now, some of us have a special someone to spend this beautiful day with, and that is wonderful! For those of Wonderland who aren’t so lucky and feeling down about not getting that special Valentine’s Day kiss- never fear, for your favorite star is here! Come on down to the gardens and, if the price is right, you’ll get to experience these luscious lips for yourself~!

[He’s certainly put on a shiny red lipstick for the occasion…]

The price is, of course, anything Valetine’s day themed that you think I will like! There’s no currency here, so regular money just won’t do darlings! Impress me with something really extravagant, and your kiss may be extra special!

I look forward to seeing you here, sweethearts! Bye for now!

[He blows a kiss for the camera and it switches off.]

((ooc: Feel free to respond to this post on the network, run into Mettaton in the gardens, or do both! His default kiss is going to be a chaste kiss on the cheek or lips depending on how your character wants and the thread goes, but if you want ~something more~, feel free to pm me or hit me up on plurk and we can hash it out! Kids are 100% welcome; he’s gonna kiss the heck out of those cheeks and foreheads!! Let’s have a lovely Valentine’s day, Wonderland! ♥))
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[This kid's been busy, it turns out. Very busy. It's Valentine's Day, as most everyone is in all likelihood well aware, and for the first few moments of the broadcast, they appear to be quite busy with something, tongue stuck between their teeth, brow furrowed with concentration.

Eventually they glance up, however, and hold up a simple heart cut out of red construction paper. They appear to have been in the process of drawing myriad swirls along the edges. They were going for something reminiscent of a lace pattern, but results are...inconclusive.]


If anyone needs valentines, I made... [A brief pause, and they duck out of sight, only to return with an armful of hearts of every color in the rainbow.] I, um, I have a lot extra.

[But that's just the first purpose of their broadcast. The second is something they've been hard at work on for some time. A combination of careful observation, idle speculation, and wheedling questions has yielded some interesting results, and it's about time those were documented.]

And there's something else, too.

[For a brief moment, they form a fingergun with their free hand, one maroon eye winking shut in a gesture that was, in all likelihood, meant to emerge as flirtatious but simply ends up comically overexaggerated. And then...then they upload the file.]


OFFICIAL WONDERLAND COUPLES

TORIEL + MISS SHEPARD = MOM SQUAD
JAMES + LILY = HAPPILY MARRIED
ALPHYS + UNDYNE = FISHY LOVE
METTATON + CARDBOARD CUTOUT OF HIMSELF = LOVE YOURSELF
QUEEN OF HEARTS + FINDING SOME CHILL = FROZEN HEART
DUCHESS + HER HEAD = BUSY NECKING
ALPHYS + STANFORD PINES = CHEMISTRY TOGETHER
HENRY MILLS + MABEL PINES = FAIRY TALES DO COME TRUE
SANS + A GOOD NIGHT'S SLEEP = SWEET DREAMING
KURT WELLER + JANE DOE = FORGOTTEN LOVE
FRISK + EVERYONE = THE FRIEND ZONE
ELENA GILBERT + DAMON SALVATORE = EPIC LOVE STORY
QUEEN OF HEARTS + THE DUCHESS = FEEL THE TENSION
BONNIE BENNETT + PETER PARKER = YOLKING AROUND
DIPPER PINES + CLEMENTINE = UNDEAD MYSTERIES
SARAH WELLER + RAY PALMER = SWEET SCIENCE

[And yes, they will very much be monitoring any and all chatter that goes on within, so they may update their couples list accordingly. Go hog wild, Wonderland.]
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[Georgia is using video again, staring unsmiling at the camera from behind her usual dark sunglasses. When the feed starts, she gives a nod of greeting.]

Hello, Wonderland. A few orders of business.

After careful consideration, Shaun and I have decided that the network is not the most efficient or useful tool for distributing our articles. Instead, we'll be printing out a weekly zine.

[There's only the slightest grimace as she says the word print. Most people here don't share her disdain for print. It's fine.]

We're calling it The Shattered Mirror and if anyone is interested in contributing, contact me or Shaun, or come to our office in room 60 on the ninth floor. News is our main interest, but we'll accept fiction, poetry, art, or anything else that can be printed.

[She leans forward, expression, if possible, growing even more sober.]

Secondly, I'd like to formally apologize to anyone my brother or I hurt or scared during the last event.

[She doesn't flinch as she says it. Mostly because she has a lot of practice and sunglasses to keep anything from showing on her face. The zombie that rose when she died was not her, and she wasn't responsible for its actions. Knowing that doesn't make her feel any less guilty.]

As some of you are aware, we carry a virus that causes us to reanimate upon death. Normally whichever one of us survived would make sure to put the other one down before anyone could get hurt, but in this case circumstances didn't allow for it. I wish I could tell you it won't happen again, but I detest lying, and I have no way to be sure. We will try and contain the problem, but if we fail, my only advice would be to run unless you have exceptionally good aim.

Clementine will be putting out a document on behalf of our publication with more advice for handling zombies soon.

[She gives a decisive nod and reaches to turn off the camera.]

Thank you, and have a good day.
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cw: drowning )

---

[Greg wakes up in his room. His first thought is that he's sick, because something feels wrong, and he doesn't remember going to sleep. Usually if that happens it's because he fell asleep in the car on the ride home from Grandma's, or because he had a fever. So he's probably sick.

But slowly, he remembers. He was going to the next room and he was supposed to...tell Wirt he got there, right? Oh no. Wirt's gonna be mad he fell asleep. He better send his message fast.

When Greg peers into the screen, his face is flushed and he's lost his teapot, but he otherwise looks okay. He takes a deep breath, then:]


Dirt! High afraid sit! Army book way?

[He looks a bit sheepish, suddenly. Apologetic.]

Sir my flip slip.
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[Forward-dated to when the dead revive.]

[That could have gone better. But now Zacharie knows what death in Wonderland is like, compared to what happened in that white room. One out of five.

Guess it was time to move on.

Or he would if Wonderland hadn't decided to play an additional joke. Zacharie was willing to admit that dying from oxygen starvation had left him more than a little shaken. At least in OFF it was quick. But that was why the NPC hadn't gone on the network immediately, to give himself time to relax and focus his thoughts.

Turns out things didn't settle even if Zacharie did. If he talked to himself it came out garbled and in code. Writing didn't work and Zacharie sincerely hoped that Wonderland wasn't going to make him mime out his items list. He could be considered a comic relief character yes, but Zacharie had his limits.

In addition to this, it seems the Resets were still happening. Zacharie stares at his phone, wondering just how many times he's sent out these texts. But hey, sometimes you just had to roll with it.]


Crush the bones and turn them into fine powder.

This event? Plays love me loves me not with us. Not fun Wonderland. Not Safe.

<>Change Face Graphics: le batteur, 16, Left.
<>Play Sound: ZachMaw
<>Message: How are you all today?

Myself? Tuer, tuer, tuer.

You?


[He knows it won't make much sense. The French might - "Tuer" means kill but the context isn't quite correct. Oh well, someone can probably ask. He'll wait.]
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[There's sound coming through, but it's breathing sounds. Very, very relieved-sounding breathing sounds. And then, a few seconds later, a child's voice pipes up.]

Gotta question. Other than th' obvious "What is this place?", why is it floodin' in this place?

[She'd appeared right in the hallway, underwater, and in a panic managed to find herself in an empty bedroom.]

An' where is everyone? What kinda game is this?

[It may not seem obvious at first, but she doesn't even realize she's got the device on, in her panic. She's merely talking to herself.]

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