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[personal profile] forwearemany
(As always, to those unfamiliar with them, Legion will seem calm. To those who know them well enough, however, the flashing lights and fluttering headflaps tell a different story.)

Shepard-Commander is gone.

[Video]

Feb. 21st, 2018 06:55 pm
didntknowbest: (Forlorn)
[personal profile] didntknowbest
Greetings. This is Toriel.

I have been... putting off mentioning this for a while. I had hoped that they may return after a brief absence, as sometimes happens here in Wonderland, but. I am getting the feeling that is not the case here.

Chara is gone.

I understand that they have gotten close to a number of people here, that there are many who care about them but do not stop by to see them every day... so I thought it best to say so, so that there would not be anyone wondering.

I am sorry.

[Toriel... completely lacks the warmth and energy that she usually has, when she makes network posts. Really, she just looks and sounds tired, more than anything else. Completely drained. Those who are familiar with her would definitely notice the difference.

Those who are familiar with seeing her around, cooking in the kitchen, stopping by the library, or just enjoying a leisurely walk around the grounds, would also notice something different- namely that she's not doing any of those things anymore. She doesn't really seem to be leaving her room at all, really. For about a week now- and it's unlikely to change anytime soon, if left to her own devices.]
deadshapes: (have to go listen to my cells die)
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Hey so like, do you think there's a way for Wonderland to just stop having events? Like, what if we found Wonderland's...brain, or whatever, cause this place is like kinda sorta alive almost? What if we found Wonderland's brain and just went up to it like "dude hey, stop doing events. Just like stop effing with us."

Like I get that Wonderland needs something from us and we're all just glorified batteries while we're here, but we could make a deal with it or something? Yanno? I'd voluntarily give up some words or phrases or whole memories or whatever if it meant just, no more effing events. Do you think we can just do that?

Or maybe just stop having murdery events or events where people have to relive their worst memories or shit like that, that'd be nice. I mean like, come on, there's no reason for this bullshit. Just like have fun or nice events. Or frick, have them be optional. If Wonderland has enough magic to create entire worlds then it should have enough magic to just not eff with us and like, figure out an alternative.

Like, come on.
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[The plan failed. 

Asriel didn't want to kill any of them, him and Chara wrestled for control... and the villagers decided to take matters into their own hands. Driven by fear, Asriel was shot at and beaten all while Chara screamed at him to fight back. To take the six SOULs so that they could finally be free.

And he couldn't do it. 

Asriel wakes up in the mansion with a startled cry, hands in the air feebly trying to defend himself from the humans attacking him. But all of a sudden, they're just... gone. And he's here, in this unfamiliar mansion. H-how did...

Where was Chara? He can't feel them, he can't... they had to still be there, right? Was Chara mad at him and that's why he can't feel their SOUL? They can't be gone yet, they didn't finish the plan. That was the whole point-

He finds a mysterious phone in his pocket, fishing it out and looking at it. It's newer than anything he's ever owned, and after a few minutes of fumbling with it, he kind of figures it out. While unaware that the video is on, his scarred up face appears on the screen. There's a jagged mark across his face, his ears look torn up. His eyes are wet and he's still sniffling. His whole body hurts, he's terrified and alone, and with shaky hands he ends up sending a message across the network for help.]

M-mom, dad? Are you there? I'm - I'm sorry, I messed up, I'm so sorry. I - I want to go home, I don't know where I am-!

kingtrousele: (Peace sign!!)
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[The video opens to...a singular skull eye and and nothing else. Gah!!]

OKAY, GOOD! IT'S ON!!

[The skull eye pulls back to reveal...oh, it's Papyrus! One thing that one might notice differently is that he's wearing a new, slick battle body! Huh. He beams at the camera.]

PEOPLE OF WONDERLAND!! THE TIME HAS FINALLY COME!!! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HAVE FINALLY FINISHED MY GIGANTIC PUZZLE!! YOU SEE, WHERE I COME FROM, PUZZLES ARE A WAY OF LIFE!! TO GET FROM POINT A TO POINT B, YOU MUST SOLVE A SERIES OF PUZZLES!! ORIGINALLY, I WANTED TO BUILD THIS PARTICULAR PUZZLE SO IT WRAPPED AROUND THE MANSION, BUT SOME OF THE MECHANICS WOULDN'T WORK PROPERLY THAT WAY, SO I MOVED IT TO THE HILLS. BEHOLD!!!

[The camera then swerves to reveal...!

Woah. That's one hell of a puzzle. It looks more like an obstacle course. As the camera pans from left to right, the puzzle starts with a switch puzzle - contraptions that act like switches are placed precariously around the section. The middle of the puzzle consists of a pretty sizable sheet of ice, with patches of snow marked carefully, leading anyone who steps on them into a routined path, which leads into the grand finale: a maze filled with deadly spikes!! ...except the deadly spikes are just nails and tacks, because apparently the magical closet doesn't produce deadly spikes. But!! Throughout the maze's paths, several bones start jutting in and out of the ground, providing a bit more of a challenge.
]

IT TOOK A LONG TIME TO MAKE THE SWITCHES BY SCRATCH, AND TO CALIBRATE THE ICE PUZZLE, AND TO MAKE A PROPER MAZE WITHOUT THE PROPER SPIKES, BUT IT'S FINALLY DONE AND WAITING FOR YOU TO COMPLETE IT!!! COME TO THE HILLS AND TRY OUT THE PUZZLE FOR YOURSELF.

...OH, AND ALSO!! I'VE BEEN TOLD THAT MAKING SOMEONE TRY THIS KIND OF PUZZLE WOULD BE 'TOO DANGEROUS' AND 'MIGHT SERIOUSLY HURT SOMEBODY', EVEN THOUGH I'LL BE RIGHT HERE MAKING SURE THAT NO ONE ACTUALLY GETS INJURED, BUT I DID LEAVE OUT AN ALTERNATIVE FOR THOSE OF YOU THAT ARE TOO INTIMIDATED BY THIS PUZZLE. SEE?


[And once again, the camera swoops to the side. Nearby the gigantic puzzle, there's a table with neatly stacked books of jumbles, crosswords, sudoku and horoscopes.]

SO THERE!!! PUZZLES FOR THE PEOPLE THAT ARE TOO SCARED OF MY AWESOME PUZZLE ARE HERE TOO!! COME BY WHENEVER!! I'LL BE HERE BY THE PUZZLE, MONITORING YOUR PROGRESS!!!

[And, true to his word, if you decide to go to the hills, there Papyrus will be waiting, along with his gigantic puzzle and the not so gigantic table filled with books. Do you dare take on the challenge?]
powerofmabel: (☆ the heart is slow to learn)
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 [It's May-May and the Hog, comin' at you live in the AM!!

Except it's really just Mabel broadcasting from her perch on top of the receptionist's desk in Angel Investigations with Boris the boar sitting on her lap. She looks... troubled, to say the least. And a bit nervous.]


Hey, guys. Mabel here. [She waves, uncertainly.] That was some event last week, huh? [Her laughter is strained and peters out awkwardly.] I guess since Dipper told you about the zombies and stuff, you figured out that it was our event. Both sides of it- the zombies are all on Dipper, since I told him not to raise the dead, and he did it anyway.

[It doesn't sound nearly as accusatory as one would expect- it's just a fact.]


The rest of it was... [she huffs, blowing an errant lock of hair out of her face.] Look, some of you guys weren't here when I first showed up in Wonderland, and some people even still don't know that I used to be a liiiittle bit... okay with what Wonderland did, if only because it kept me from real life, which is terrible, by the way. I knew that summer was ending in Gravity Falls, and I wanted someplace where it could feel like summer forever.

And then I went back home, and somebody tricked me- not naming names, but he knows who he is- [she looks around shiftily, and then adds, in a scathing tone] Bill. [ahem. moving on.] They told me I could have a little more summer if I traded them something that pretty much doomed the world. I didn't know that, at the time, but let that be a lesson to you- don't give people things that look evil or important, no matter what they're offering you.

Anyway, so Gravity Falls got plunged into crazytown because I wanted reality to go away. And I got trapped in this bubble, and... What you guys saw was my bubble. A world that was just for me that I could hide in, where anything I wanted I could have, but there was so much going on underneath it that you stopped to think about it, it was actually kinda awful.

Sorta like Wonderland, right? That's... definitely what I thought when I came back here after that. 

[she sighs, realizing she's just babbling on.] I know, I know. "C'mon, Mabel, just get to the point." And... This is the point. I know Wonderland is really bad- like really, really bad- but there's a lot here that makes it worth staying in. Free stuff from the closets, awesome new friends you wouldn't have met otherwise, new experiences, new pets. [She holds up Boris.] And it's fine to think that- there's nothing wrong with enjoying Wonderland. Hating everything about it is kinda dumb, if you ask me. We all have things we like.

But, at the same time, no matter how bad your life is back home, you can't just decide a fantasy is better in comparison. I learned that the hard way- I mean, you guys saw how tempting Mabelland was. It's important to remember that Wonderland isn't forever. So appreciate what we have here, but don't forget about what's beyond that. Reality's just as scary as Wonderland is, and it doesn't have magic closets, but it's where we're supposed to be. 

And I don't know about you guys, but I'm gonna keep making the most of my time here until I have to go back home. [she smiles, and this time she sounds more sure of herself.]
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[When the video begins, it's not a face that appears. It's a close-up of a white, oval gemstone. 

The camera then shifts. This time, it's Pearl's squinting left eye. She has her face right up to the device, completely unaware that she's broadcasting a close-up of herself to copious amounts of people. It's kind of frightening, really.]


I-is this thing on? [Oh, dear. Looks like she's muted herself by accident. The camera has been pulled back enough to allow a good, visible look at her puzzled face now, and she's mouthing words that nobody can hear. Frustrated, she lightly smacks the side of the device, and a loud 'BEEP' sounds as the audio returns.]

Ah! 

[That was startling. She's got it down now.] 

A-ahem! Hello. I'm Pearl. [The gentle introductory smile she gives is earnest, but it's clear her head is in a different spot, as though she's mentally preoccupied with something else.] I'm new here, and I suppose I could use a bit of help. First of all, has anyone seen my Steven? He's a young boy with dark curly hair, and a red shirt with a yellow star on it. It's very important that I find him! A-and second of all, how do I get home immediately?! I was working on something very, very important, and it's urgent that I--

[She trails off, mind filling with the countless disastrous scenarios that might unfold if she doesn't finish what she was working on.]

...well, if you know anything, just...let me know! Thank you! Really.
normandysbest: (« [Speak] Oh girl whattup)
[personal profile] normandysbest
[As usual, when the camera turns on, Shepard looks a little stressed. When is she not, if we're being real here. She's not as serious as the last time she was on the network, but this is obviously a prepared address. As usual, her torso and head are in view, as she's broadcasting from her omni-tool on her left arm currently swung around to her front.]

Alright, so in the spirit of New Year's resolutions, I'm back to put some action items on the table. For those of you who remember the last time I was around, it's kind of about that. For those who don't or are too new, here's your reminder or introduction that this place is trying to kill us.

[She links to her last broadcast, which she'll do at pretty much every opportunity. That is not information she's letting die.]

That said, after talking with Evelyn O'Connell about this, she instituted the death count and I'm here to keep up my end of the bargain. I want to establish a guard, sort of- this isn't a full-time position but I can't promise it's not dangerous. We need to have something in place to protect people with higher death counts, and stop ones who are low from gaining more. Ideally I'd be looking for people to commit to playing bodyguard or organizing with me and others when shit gets rough. While Evelyn is... missing, for a while, I've got access to that data. Which if you haven't reported to her, I think you should.

[Or at least, the version of it before she left, that Shepard will be referencing.]

I want to stress that this is voluntary, but I also want to make it pretty damn clear that I'm tired of people fucking off and dying. The more hands on deck we have, the better. That said, if you commit to this, I want you to commit. I'm gonna need general defense and some point people to play personal escort during events to high-risk targets. If you're interested in either, let me know.

[A small pause.]

I'm also totally here to accept questions on 'oh shit, this place is actually trying to murder us' and 'who the hell are you', because I bet I'm going to get a thousand of those too. Which uh, right. Hey. Commander Shepard. Trained marine, sniper, ten years special ops experience, I know what I'm doing, thanks.

[She gives a little two fingered salute to the camera, tapping from her right temple.]

Shepard out.
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[Taako stares at the camera. For a moment, it looks like he's gonna just turn everything back off again. But then he blows out a sigh and begins speaking.]

Look, I know people, like, go back and forth all the time. So maybe it's just, like, a quickie. But still, uh.

[With a wave of his hand, a small hologram appears in front of the camera. It's a little boy in glasses and fancy clothes.]

Anybody seen this nerd? His name is Angus. Uh. It's been a while since I saw him, so.

[NOT THAT HE CARES OR ANYTHING.]

Just, y'know, with all the weird Candlenights stuff. Maybe he's just eating cookies somewhere.

[Yeah. That's it.]

Uh, speaking of, those cookies are crazy magical. Like, you all probably figured that by now, but if you didn't. Like, don't eat them, maybe? I don't really care, though.

[And with that-- and an oddly troubled look --he shuts the feed off.]

[Video]

Dec. 13th, 2017 11:25 pm
didntknowbest: (Warmth)
[personal profile] didntknowbest
Holiday Greetings! This is Toriel!

You know, this really is a wonderful time of year, is it not? There is so much cheer, and gifts being exchanged, and this year, everything is made of delicious sweets! And if you do not want to eat the mansion, there are even these delightful baskets of cookies! Really, everyone should try some of them.

I hope that everyone is having a happy holiday!

[Those who are familiar with Toriel might notice that she's being just... a bit more energetic and positive than usual. They might also notice it if they happen to pass her by in the hallways, or find her in the kitchen in the process of baking what must be thousands of christmas cookies, wearing a little santa hat and humming christmas music to herself.]
kingtrousele: (My spaghetti is still top notch!)
[personal profile] kingtrousele
[Before making an entry, Papyrus wakes up] - Action, closed to Sans )

---

[The video feed open to a beaming skeleton, who immediately after realizing the camera is on, strikes a pose. Sans is here in the background too, and he waves to the camera.]

PEOPLE OF WONDERLAND!! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HAVE RETURNED FROM THE DEAD!!! DYING WAS…

[There’s a flash of concern in his expression before he starts thinking hard about how to describe this. Hmm. How exactly does he explain dying without it sounding absolutely traumatizing?

It was painful? Terrifying?? Heartbreaking???
]

…A THING. DYING WAS A THING. I DO NOT RECOMMEND IT.

ANYWAY, THE POINT IS THAT I’M BACK!! I’M GLAD TO SEE THAT EVERYTHING IS BACK TO NORMAL, TOO!!


[If he were to wake up and be at that bathhouse again, he would flip out.]

NOW THEN, WITH THAT BLEAK TOPIC SAID AND DONE WITH, I AM GOING TO CONTINUE TO MAKE PLANS FOR A GIGANTIC PUZZLE!! IT’S GOING TO BE MASSIVE!!! IT’LL TAKE UP ALL OF THE CHECKERBOARD HILLS, I IMAGINE!!! BUT, WITH A PUZZLE THAT BIG, IT WILL SADLY TAKE A LOT OF TIME TO CONSTRUCT EVERYTHING.

[He reaches over to the side and grabs a notebook and a pencil, and briefly shows what’s written to the screen. It’s…surprisingly analytically drawn, with different structures and measurements for everything.

Oh, and there’s a lot of deadly spike doodles riddled around it, along with doodles of a buff Papyrus on the sides of the paper. So there’s that to look forward to.
]

WORRY NOT, HOWEVER!! WHEN IT IS COMPLETED, I WILL UNVIEL IT TO YOU ALL AND YOU’LL SEE HOW FANTASTICALLY GREAT IT IS!!! LOOK FORWARD TO THAT, WONDERLAND!!! NYEH HEH HEH!!!
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[personal profile] twixt_dee_n_dum
[The Twins are seated on one side of a round table covered in a deep purple cloth. A deck of cards is spread out in front of them, face down. There's also a small velvet bag sitting to one side on the tabletop. A few people might recognize this as their fortune-telling stand.

The two of them look at the camera with serious expressions, and when they begin to speak, their tone is solemn.]


Do you have a dark side to you?

Everyone does, don't they now?

How deep down is it hidden? How much does it see the light of day?

It will be seeing plenty of it soon.

Don't expect the heat to slow it down. Nothing can stop it once it gets going.

Nothing but you.
krmvgivv: (i'm mean and bitter)
[personal profile] krmvgivv
[Oh look, it’s Mabel and Dipper again. And… Well, Mabel is crowding in front of the camera right now, so it’s more “Mabel and Dipper’s face squished off to the side. SHE IS VERY EXCITED OKAY.]

Good morning, Wonderfriends! ...Or whatever the time is, since time’s relative here.

Are you tired of not knowing what’s really going on? Are the pamphlets you get when you arrive just too boring and lack both detailed information and color. Do you really not know who all those people who announce events are and why they’re so important?

Well, look no further, ‘cause Angel Investigations has the guide for you.


[Dipper finally manages to push Mabel out of the way enough to get his face more firmly in view, shooting her a frustrated look in the process. WHY IS SHE LIKE THIS.]

Not that the pamphlets aren't great! [EVIE IS HIS HERO HE WILL SAY NOTHING AGAINST HER HARD PAMPHLET WORK.] But they really just scratch the surface and, well, once you're a little more settled in, sometimes you might want all the information in one convenient place rather than having to go digging for it.

[He holds up a small booklet.]

Presenting Dipper and Mabel's guide to Wonderland! Your one stop guide for detailed Wonderland basics.

[Mabel pushes her way back into frame again, gripping Dipper’s shoulders in a sort of hug-tackle so he’ll stay down.] With drawings made by me! Mabel!

[He pushes his way up again, squeezing into the bottom of the frame and scowling.]

And useful information compiled and summarized by me, Dipper.

[He straightens, trying to look as professional as he can considering Mabel basically has him in a headlock.]

We've also got a digital version for people who like having less paper. Come down to Angel Investigations and get your copy today!
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[Magnus turns on his device and before he shows himself he pans over a table (one that looks very well carved though not entirely finished yet) that is covered by many carved wooden ducks. As it pans across the room to show off the ducks, all of his carpentry tools can be seen scattered about and the room is absolutely covered in sawdust.]

[He turns the camera back toward himself, looking like he hasn't gotten a lot of sleep over the last few days since the event has ended. Though you know what he's gotten a lot of?]

[Duck carving.]

So I may have started stress carving once I got access back to my tools. Anyone want a wood duck? They're kinda my specialty.

Also, if anyone else noticed a broken table in the library from this weekend, I'm working on replacing it with a new one since I may have broken one of them during the event. Though the one I'm making is gonna be a lot sturdier than the last, so really I did everyone a favor by breaking that table.

[Because that's the important part to focus on. Not the fact that he broke it in the first place and certainly not why he broke the table...]

Anyway, I'm on the third floor if anyone is interested.

[Video]

Oct. 23rd, 2017 10:27 pm
didntknowbest: (I will guide you through the Ruins)
[personal profile] didntknowbest
Greetings. This is Toriel.

So... we have gotten quite a distressing warning from Alice. We do not know quite what it means yet, but I think that we should take it seriously.

I am putting this message out firstly to alert those close to me, but it may be helpful advice to others as well. It may be a good idea to stick together, and ensure that everyone's location is known at all times.

Chara, Asriel, Frisk- please, do not wander off. If you need to leave your room for any reason, please do not do so without letting others know where you are and how long you will be gone. Also, if you are alright with it, I would prefer that you allow either me, Miss Shepard, or someone else that you trust to accompany you.

By the way, Miss Shepard- how would you feel about staying in my room for a few days, until this passes over? Your room is quite a distance away after all, and if things go wrong I would not want you to be too far away where we may be unable to reach you.
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[personal profile] curiousher
[The first thing anyone sees, even before the person posting...is a little pig, in one of the tea rooms. It snuffles and sniffles and sweeps the room for signs of danger, and once it is satisfied it trots away.

Then in a blink, Alice is standing in the middle of the room, pig cradled in her arms. And for the first time ever on the network, her face has wide blue eyes. She's a bit frantic, but otherwise unharmed.
]

I think I'm starting to get used to doing that on purpose... Ah, hello everyone! It's...been some time, hasn't it?

[Even Alice can't seem to hide the fact that it's rather awkward to suddenly have eyes when she did not before. The pig squirms and she lets it down, as she's discovered it's wisest to listen to what the Duchess' pig wants.]

I'm so sorry to interrupt everything, but I need to warn you all! Something-- something terrible is going to happen soon! I don't want to cause anyone alarm, but it may very well be the worst thing that's ever happened to you.

[It's all distressing, and Alice crouches down to the pig's level so she can play with it's ears absently as she talks. It lets her.]

I'm afraid I still can't explain how I know, and the details are...rather distressing. But I promise, I'd never lie to all of you! I could never!

[She's adamant about that much at least. Even if her message isn't clear, there's more clarity in the way she speaks about it - she understands the importance of these messages now, in a way she'd forgotten for so long.]

Please, everyone. Take care of yourselves this weekend. I think it may be all you can do.
voidfished: (« [Concern] or don't do that)
[personal profile] voidfished
[When the camera turns on, it's focused on an older woman, easily in her late 50's, with short, white curled hair. Her deep blue robes and ornate staff, coupled with her rather serious expression, make her a rather imposing figure. She's holding a blue and silver bound journal, which she seems to be scribbling fervently in until she notices the device is on, and she re-steadies it quickly to give her message.]

I would like to request an audience with whoever seems to have summoned me to their, uhm... lovely home. I understand that there are many who require my attention, but my situation is rather urgent, and I can't spare any time at the moment.

[As the message goes on, she seems increasingly tense, gripping harder to her staff and seemingly obviously distracted.]

Provided this is broadcasting to more than one person, any help would be appreciated.

[Quickly, she reaches out, fumbling with a few buttons before the feed cuts.]
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[personal profile] restinglichface
[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!]
punful: (you're wearing me down to the bone)
[personal profile] punful
[Sans is here, and he looks--a little off. His eyelights are a bit fuzzed, for one thing--and for another, he looks almost...openly nervous about something. Which, if you know him, is a bit strange. He's usually pretty damn good at keeping his expression neutral.]

[He's still smiling, of course, because he's a skeleton, and it's physically impossible to stop smiling.]


well, there's one of those rift things near my door, and it looks like my cat set it off. which i guess means it's honesty hour in room 220 and probably nearby as well. which is extremely--unpleasant, because i'm really not big on tellin' the truth. which is incidentally the truth.

[There's a little voice in the back of his skull that's telling him to shut the hell up, but he can't help it. He can't even just switch the video off and try to ride this out somewhere where no one will try to ask him questions. It feels like he needs to metaphorically bare his soul to anyone willing to listen.]

[There's a scale of things he doesn't want to be honest about, though, so he's hoping he can deflect any impending conversations toward something more benign. Something that won't be as big a deal to be honest about.]


hey, so does anyone else feel like this event is building toward something really bad? because this whole thing is making me pretty nervous. i think it'd be freaking me out more if i was capable of it, but--yanno--depression and all.

[This is gonna really, really suck.]
normandysbest: (« [Stern] AGGRESSIVE PARENTING)
[personal profile] normandysbest
[Those who've been here for a while might remember the last time Shepard addressed Wonderland in the Citadel, all smiles and lackadaisical jokes. However, today, she's addressing the Mansion at large like a commander- her shoulders are flat, back straight, expression serious.]

Alright. So if I'm correct from the network, a lot of us received items with the same cryptic note and a lot of weird stuff. Some of 'em don't seem to do anything. Some of them, apparently, are eyeballs.

[She brings her right hand into view, holding a broken half of a compact mirror; the mirror inside is shattered beyond repair.]

I got this- but it wasn't broken when I got it. It went to the Queen of Hearts. And because I don't believe in bullshitting anyone here, we should talk about the fact that what's going on right now is purposeful, and we need to be a hell of a lot more careful.

Cut for length )
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!

[Video]

Sep. 9th, 2017 03:26 pm
didntknowbest: (Heartache)
[personal profile] didntknowbest
Greetings. This is Toriel.

[A goat woman is on the video feed. She sounds particularly somber and serious, today.]

I have some rather important news, that I think that I should share. You see, due to the recent bouts of crossing into other's minds and memories while we sleep... I think that I have stumbled upon a somewhat alarming discovery.

I seem to have unintentionally entered the mind of someone from my own world- a small flower, who I last saw deceiving and attempting to murder someone.

[The camera pans over to a flower pot on top of Toriel's bookshelf, upon which a golden flower is growing out of.]

It looks much like this kind of flower, only sporting a face. It apparently must have arrived here, and hidden out somewhere. If you see it, and it advises you on anything about 'friendliness pellets', you should not listen to it. It only intends to do you harm.

That is all.
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[Some time Friday morning, September 8th, a new and particularly important broadcast appears on the network.

The feed flicks on to show Ford at a desk in his lab looking both tired and very guilty. ]


Uh, yes! Hello. Uh. Good morning?

[He clears his throat. Might as well get right down to it.]

As anyone who's slept since Wednesday will know, something weird has been happening. I may have been experimenting with a ward against a certain demonic triangle when there was an explosion that caused the ward's effects to warp and, for lack of better layman's terms, gave everyone the ability to traverse the Mindscape--that is, the realm parallel to any waking dimension.

To put it simply: Once you left consciousness at any point, you likely were able to explore your own mind, and the minds of others.

Fortunately, the effects seem to be temporary and I only singed half an eyebrow in the explosion, so... Good news! Everything should be back to normal by tomorrow.

Ahh, science. Well! That's all for today. If you don't want to deal with it, I suggest visiting one of the tea rooms for a delightful pot of industrial coffee. Always works for me!

[With a winning smile from Ford, the broadcast ends.]
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cut for length )

VIDEO

[So she was wrong. She didn't just make it to the Surface. She made it to another world entirely, or so the pamphlet she read seemed to indicate.

She's done crying now. When she turns on the video, her normally yellow eye looks more reddish and puffy, but other than that, there's no indication that she was just weeping openly at the sky. The network is greeted to a one-eyed, blue-scaled fish woman with fins on each side of her face, her head mostly bald save for a long, bright red ponytail.

She looks all business, as she clears her throat, currently sat at a desk. And then she smiles, a mess of very large fangs revealing themselves, as if she were part anglerfish.
]

Attention humans!! I have an announcement to make.

I'm going to need each and every one of you to explain to me why I shouldn't KILL YOU ALL!!!

[Suddenly hit with a flash of energy, she summons a bright blue magical spear from thin air, half climbing onto the desk as if to rush every human watching through the screen itself.]

I'M DECLARING WAR ON HUMANITY!!! EVERYONE, LINE UP AND FIGHT ME FAIR AND SQUARE!!! I'M TAKING THIS WHOLE MANSION DOWN!!!

I'll be waiting on the grass out front, you punks!! NGAAAAAAAAH!!!

[And with that, her broadcast ends.

She can be found afterward on the grass near the gardens in front of the mansion, around where she first arrived. If anyone noticed her weeping openly at the sky earlier, you definitely imagined it, because she is far from tears now. She's just continuing to marvel up at the sun, squinting at it and muttering things like, "I'll get you, punk," and, "You think you can just float up there, huh??" under her breath.
]
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[A large, burly man who appears to be in about his 40's stares into the communication device like he's never seen anything quite like it. The image him on the screen goes all over, sometimes even upside down, as he tries to figure out how to use it properly.] 
 
This is the weirdest stone of farspeech I've ever seen...let's see if it'll work if I do this... 
 
[He pushes a few more buttons and the device makes a couple odd noises before Magnus deems that yeah...maybe he did something right?] 
 
Taako? Merle? Can either of you hear me? I know these aren't supposed to work in Wonderland, but maybe cause I'm in some weird "bad luck" challenge thing away from you guys it'll work? I don't even know how the hell this is supposed to be me having bad luck since I've just been wandering around bored with nothing to fight.
 
At least in the other challenges there was stuff for me to hit...though I guess I'm glad I didn't get a giant block thing dropped on me like Taako did. 
 
[He sighs and adjusts the grip on the communicator, and with the new view (still slightly angled) it's clear to see a large ax on his back and a long lance that looks almost like the hand of an elaborate clock.] 
 
So yeah, I guess just hang on and try not to die while I try to figure this shit out? That'd be real great.

[As for the event and the giants attacking this place while Magnus has arrived, he's been lucky enough to not run into any of it yet and get himself lost in empty hallways. Though when the time comes, Magnus is always ready to fight the good fight.]

[Video]

Aug. 25th, 2017 04:20 pm
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[The video feed starts up, to Toriel, with a quite exasperated expression on her face, in the middle of going down some stairs.]

Greetings. This is Toriel.

So- I believe that there may be some kind of event going on right now, because I seem to be stuck in this stairway.

[She turns the phone around, and she seems to be approaching the bottom of the stairwell- and as she goes through a door that SHOULD lead out into the hallway...

She's right back up at the top of the stairwell again. The view pans over the railing, to look at all the stairs going down, just to confirm it.]


I have been stuck here like this for at least 20 minutes now, just trying to get to the kitchen. If anyone would be able to come help me, or offer any kind of advice, it would be greatly appreciated.
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[He woke up and--]

[Man, he hates those kinds of events. They're the worst. Worse than a regular old zombie invasion, worse than demonic creatures in tunnels, worse than anything the Mirrors can throw. Most events are just horrible, but some of them change you, and it's the worst thing. Waking up afterward is horrendous. You wake up unsure of where and who you are, and as the memories start to kind of wisp off, acquiring that post-mindfuck dreamlike quality, you start questioning if you're losing your real self or a fake self crafted by Wonderland.]

[It takes a few days for the mental turmoil to die down.]

[So naturally, while Sans is waiting for that to happen, he's going to pretend like absolutely nothing is wrong.]

[A few hours later, he's broadcasting from his hotdog stand. His regular old illegal hotdog stand where he sells real hotdogs and also water sausages posing as hotdogs, where nobody really gives a shit about food safety (not that it's unsafe, mind you). He's a regular old skeleton with his regular old pet cat selling regular old shitty street food in the middle of regular old Wonderland.]

[He opens the feed without any sort of preamble, as if he was already mid-conversation.]


anyway, i still don't actually know what a republican is.

hotdogs are back in business, obviously.


[He gestures at the top of his stand, where a sign just says "'dogs, 30g". He then gives an expansive shrug and grins wryly.]

what is the deal with politics, though?
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[Hey look guys, it’s a network post from your ole pal, Bill! No, not the lizard and shame on you for being disappointed by that revelation! Yes he is a triangle, yes he is stunning and thankfully he doesn't seem to have packed any extra entertainment to explode into his broadcast today.]

“ALL RIGHT WONDERLAND, I think it’s HIGH TIME someone ASKS the BIG QUESTION-- just HOW MANY OF YOU come from the LAND OF LIVELY CORPSES?!

I GET IT. OUR ROTTING BRETHREN are CHARMING ENOUGH. IF anything the REST of you MORTALS should be like THEM. At least ZOMBIES ACCURATELY DISPLAY the TRUE HORROR of what BEING ALIVE FEELS LIKE—slowly SHAMBLING towards your DEATH every PASSING SECOND, you CAN’T KEEP YOUR PIECES TOGETHER and all you WANNA DO IS GRRRRROAN-- But I tend to LIKE a little VARIETY in my TORTURE! SO I wanna KNOW, just how many more MINDS do we gotta CYCLE THROUGH before we’ve VISITED ALL of your TRAUMA-- because I swear, if I have to GO through ANOTHER REALITY where I FAKE a BLOOD TEST, I just might have to START STOCKING UP.

[The triangle’s lid narrows at that, an unpleasant memory from Genosha flashing momentarily into his retina.]

“Now either we’re FAILING SOME KINDA TEST every time these SUCKERS COME BY or WONDERLAND’S started PICKING FAVORITES…

[And if it’s the latter, he really would like to know.]

“Anyway, you KIDS LOVE CONSPIRACIES; so LAY EM on ME! I think we ALL KNOW what HAPPENS when you DON’T~
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[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.))

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