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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!]
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cut for length )


[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'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.

An Video

Jun. 20th, 2016 12:36 pm
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::A video appears on the network, but there's no actual video, just audio, although if you pay close attention little glints of smudged light appear near the edges of the feed -- does someone have a finger on top of the actual camera lens? Yes. Yes, someone has his overly-large finger covering up the lens.::

Hello, uh, my name is Asgore Dreemurr, and I believe that I have died. I have awoken in a... um... well like it is a very dry Waterfall... it's full of old junk. There is a lot of old junk here. Broken chairs and tables and... what is a bowling champion? Someone was very good at 'bowling' and there are several trophies for 'bowling.'

I was unaware that this is what happened when a monster dies. I had thought that our souls dissolved into dust as well...

There was a small... Personal Computer next to me... and a little flashing note about saying hello. It is a very small Personal Computer and there is no keyboard, it is just a small screen. I am not very good with technology. That's why I hired a royal scientist, ho, ho, ho.

I am the King... or I was the King of the Underground, until, well. If some other dead monster could please let me know where I am, I would appreciate it very much. I...

::there is a sudden, long pause, then a softly mumbled::

Other dead monsters...

Please forgive me, I must... if someone could help me I would greatly appreciate your efforts.


Jun. 6th, 2016 12:47 pm
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Now, I get what you were going for here, but I must say, it’s just not working for me at all. Where’s the music? The entertainment? The escapism? Most people go to a bar to get away from their problems and the mediocrity of their lives, not to be surrounded by another place as equally drab and boring!

[Lucifer is clearly at the bar, and while it’s likely quite lovely and fine, this is The Devil we’re talking about. He’s not satisfied with much that he doesn’t do himself.]

This won’t do at all! Do you even have anyone hooking up in this bar or does everyone walk back to their rooms sad, alone and feeling sorry for themselves? It’s pathetic, really.

[He suddenly appears as if he’s had a revelation of sorts, though honestly he probably started this knowing exactly where he was taking it.]

Never fear, citizens of Wonderland. I’ll make sure you’re all able to partake in some real debauchery very soon.
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[Well, this could have been a more... pleasant way to open up.

The view spins around wildly for a moment as the sound of something scratching against the phone's surface garbles up everything else. It almost sounds like... claws? Thick claws scraping and a blur of white fur before it finally settles on the image of a young goat. He's outside, looking very nervous and he starts to walk with the device in his hands.]

Um. Excuse me, but I think someone dropped this. They left it on.

[And he can't seem to turn it back off again. If he's really on the Surface, and it's a human's, he doesn't want to make them mad.]

I couldn't find a name or anything on it. But I can leave it around here so they can pick it up again, ok?

[The kid hops up onto the fountain, tiny clawed feet singing off the side to watch the fish bubble about in the water. He's quiet for a good, long while, resting his paws over his lap and looking contemplative. This might not be the best place to sit if... it happens, but it was nice for at least a few minutes.]


I think I want to go back underground, now.
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He flicks on the stage lights he had gotten from his closet, reaching over to position a nearby lamp so that it throws his face into flattering relief.


His communication device is fully charged and ready to go.

Aaaaaand ACTION!

Turning the camera on and grinning broadly, Mettaton sweeps his hair carelessly to the side, allowing it to land lightly back on his face in quite an attractive manner. He's only been here for a few hours at most, but he is ready to make an impression.]

Helllloooo beauties and gentlebeauties of Wonderland~! This is Mettaton, star celebrity of the Underground and the surface! It’s come to my attention that this place is woefully lacking in entertainment and I, the resident star, am here to correct that!

[At his words, the camera zooms out to show him posing dramatically on a couch, his legs propped up and crossed and his head held up by one of his arms. He is smirking.]

Don’t fret if you don’t know who I am yet- you will! Your tender hearts will soon be soothed and invigorated by my programs! I have some lovely things in store for you all. Stay tuned, darlings~!

[He blows a kiss to the camera and winks. The screen goes black and then displays the letters MTT in bright, sparkling hot pink letters. Then the feed cuts.]


May. 27th, 2016 01:43 am
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[The video feed clicks on, and... it's just a black screen. Looks like somebody left the lens cap on, or something. At least you can hear her voice.]

Greetings. My name is Toriel. I am... new to Wonderland, apparently. I am also a monster.

I do not know much about this place yet, but. It is my understanding that most of you here are humans. You may have already seen some of my kind around here, but as many of us can look very different, I still would like to remind you. There is no need to be intimidated. I am just a- wait, did I...

[She trails off, and there's the sound of footsteps getting closer- the obstruction comes away, to reveal her face, smiling a bit.]

I am sorry, I have never been terribly good with these things. Anyway, I am just a silly little lady, and I do not mean you any harm. I look forward to getting to know all of you.

[Toriel pauses again, her expression sombering slightly.]

Also... to anybody from the birthday party that I interrupted. I am terribly sorry. I did not mean to cause such a scene.
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[Sans seems to be sitting against a tree somewhere. There's angry growling coming from the vicinity of his coat.]

so, you know, i consider myself a pretty fun-guy, but this is kinda crazy.

[This might not be the best time for puns. The growling in his coat seems to agree.]

...anyway, uh. where is everyone? if you're from the underground, check in? hell, even if you're not from the underground, check--crap--

[There's a groaning moaning sound from nearby and it's very rapidly getting closer. Sans gets to his feet and the camera swings around to show a runner about ten yards away and charging at Sans.]

ah crap hold on--

[The camera turns toward deeper in the trees and then--

[--the video seems to cut out, the screen filling with glitching static.]

[A moment later it's back. It's still the forest, and it being a forest, it's hard to tell that the location has changed much. But there's nothing groaning anymore. Just the sound of angry hissing from Sans's coat.]

[Sans lets out a breath.]

uh. anyway. just. wanna make sure everyone else is okay. i, uh. i haven't seen anyone yet, at least no one...yanno. alive.

papyrus and everyone else, let me know where you are.


Apr. 5th, 2016 03:04 pm
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[Wow. Undyne feels like crap. Funny how dying will do that to you. Her limbs ache almost distantly, like they're remembering pain that's already gone. She finds her way to her room and moodily locks the door and sits on the bed, shoes kicked off to the side.

She just thinks, for a while. About how she should be gone. About how she didn't just go to dust when that knife plunged into her. About her friends... Did they die after she did? She was sure it would happen at the time.

Only one way to find out. She pulls out her phone from her pocket and turns on the video feed. She figures that'll be the easiest way to reach everyone at once.


Was anyone going to tell me we don't stay dead here or???

[Well, whatever. Too late now. Now she knows.]

Anyway. What'd I miss?

[Hopefully not too much death and destruction.]
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[The camera clicks on, being held steady and centered well; this is obviously someone who knows and understands this technology. A redheaded woman looks on, pretty serious about this situation, and despite the camera cutting off at her chest, people on the network can see she’s in heavy, and rather advanced, armor, and armed to the teeth in weaponry. She’s also wearing some sort of visor, displaying a holographic screen over the right side of her face.]

This is Commander Shepard of the SSV Normandy, reporting from some sort of mansion in the middle of nowhere. No intel on planet or time, though it appears to be habitable. If anyone is on this channel and has any information about my current whereabouts, and how I could make contact with my ship, that would be incredibly helpful.

[She pauses for a second, looking a bit off camera and grinning.]

And if no one has that, I’d love information about the current whereabouts of a cocktail, as that would be equally as helpful.
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-land's influence on you. [ Good morning from the tired and faintly exasperated countenance of Robyn, who hastily replaces a wayward braid behind her ear before actually attending to the broadcast. She smiles wearily, clearing her throat before addressing the mansion. ]

Hello, Wonderland. In case we've yet to meet, my name is Robyn Cousland of the Gr- [ She cuts off momentarily to glance away, frowning, and speaks to someone or something off-camera. ] Stop. Sit.

[ There's a low whine, but she returns to the device with a satisfied, short sigh. ]

When I arrived, I... found, if it can be called that, a mabari - a Ferelden hound - in the wardrobe of my room. He isn't nearly as well-behaved as my own, unfortunately; he seems much younger, though I've just been thinking it might be because of the way that this place seems to affect us all. Though, luckily, we haven't all been taking little things from other people and hiding them away.


Which... brings me to my point, which is that the dog has apparently been taking things that don't belong to him. Some of them have names written in them, some books, but most of these things have been difficult to return. I know for a fact that he confiscated possessions of an Emily Bennett, Evelyn O'Connell, and Cullen Rutherford. Also... [ At this, the Warden sifts through the pile as she speaks: ] Several boots, gloves, and gauntlets, mostly leather. A... necklace, I think, made of bone, a clay flower pot, some kind of- [ Maker's breath. She looks momentarily pained and spots of pink rise into the apples of her cheeks. ] Something... called Busty Asian Beauties, and several other things I've yet to identify.

[ The picture on the cover of that particular piece of reading material is overwhelmingly embarrassing and she hastens to end the broadcast. ]

Andraste's grace. Please stop by room thirty on the first floor if you've been missing something, or just tell me what you've lost and I will return it once I've made some sense of this mess.
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[So Alphys has been in her room the last couple of days, entirely of her own choosing, because she's finally figured out how the closets work. So when the feed comes on, anyone viewing can see Alphys, but in the background can clearly view a television, DVD player, and what looks to be a stack of DVDs. Occasionally, when the camera moves, a stack of light novels can be seen next to her bed. She was serious about replenishing that collection, after all.

Still, when the feed clicks on, Alphys can be seen smiling, trying to look inviting.]

S-So, uh, I may have found, uhm, a c-copy of this anime, that, uh, I r-really like, and, I know s-someone mentioned to me, uh, that there m-might be a way to do screenings, uhm, somewhere? And, uh, it's really good, s-so if other people uh, w-wanted to come watch with me... it's, uh, it's called Mew Mew Kissy Cutie and i-it's really good! It's about this, uh, h-human girl with cat ears a-and she can control people w-with magic kisses but she realizes-- wait, no, t-that's spoilers!

[She's fidgeting and looking like she's trying not to spill all the plot details right this second.]

A-anyway, uhm, does anyone know if t-there's a place with a projector, or, uhm, a nice tv? I c-can bring the DVD player. And, uh, if anyone has r-recommendations for other, uhm, shows, we can w-watch those too!

[She grins again before the video ends.]

[Text; Private to Sans] )
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[The concept of other worlds isn't as surprising as it would have been to him a year ago, but Kanji is used to jumping into them on his own terms-- aside from his first visit to the other side of the TV. His first thought is that this is some other part of the TV world, some corner of it he's never seen before, but there's no fog, no shadows-- it doesn't feel the same. That doesn't mean much, considering they supposedly fixed that place the last time they were there, but who knew? Wasn't the first time they thought they'd solved the case, though he'd been pretty damn sure it had been for real this time around.

After some exploration, he finally stops somewhere on the third floor and turns his attention to the device he'd shown up with in his pocket, his cell phone from home nowhere to be found. Probably a good idea to make sure he's not wandering around here on his own, anyway, though if it is anything like the TV world, there was a good chance he wouldn't like whatever answered him.

If something nasty did turn up, at least he wasn't helpless. Nobody ever would have used that word to describe him, he's pretty damn sure, but shadows were a hell of a lot less intimidating when you had a Persona to help you out. He'd put his Teddie glasses on out of habit, but it hadn't taken long at all to figure out he didn't need them-- so what the hell was this place?]

so uh
anyone out there? not just shoutin into the void, am i?
dude if this is another kidnapping, lemme tell you, this ain't my first rodeo
i've had a lot of practice beatin the crap out of assholes like you!
if there's anyone friendly out there it'd be good to know, but anyone who tries to screw with me is gonna get their ass pounded!

[He probably could have phrased that better.]

( video )

Mar. 8th, 2016 06:31 pm
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[ The feed eventually shutters to life and it's pointing at the ceiling. It's a mostly nondescript ceiling, please enjoy it for being pleasantly neutral. Because it's going to be ruined in less than ten seconds.

Carver's face pops into the view and he stares at the device like it's some unholy abomination that just tinkled on his favorite shirt. It's clear he's in a terrible sort of mood—but when is he not?—by the harsh line of his brows and the curl of his mouth. While he doesn't have his full plate armor on, he still wears the blue and silver of the Grey Wardens. ]

So, apparently this sodding thing is supposed to let me talk to other people. [ Here he is. Doing just that. ] I'm—

[ He stops, sighs through his nose then rubs the side of his head. Does he introduce himself? Maybe. Ugh. ]

My name is Carver Hawke and I have a request and don't really know where to start. I'm looking for books. [ The harsh lines of his expression soften to the slightest degree for a brief moment. ] Easy ones. Ones that kids can read. Don't know what is considered that here, so.

[ He lifts a shoulder in a shrug as if that will explain the rest of the request so he doesn't need to. Basically, he needs pointing in the right direction with titles and maybe even large print.

Off-screen there is a small scuffling noise and it's followed soon by a little yappy sort of bark. There's a fun, bright usage of several even more fun curses before Carver disappears for a second. The video shakes as he picks up the device to hold at arms length. In his other hand is this abomination of a dog. It wriggles in his hand and that only seems to irritate him further. ]

And what in the Maker's name is this bloody thing? It's like some horrible Orlesian dog some sod would wear on their hat. What good are these wardrobes if this is what I get instead of a mabari?

[ The puppy happily licks Carver's nose and he grunts in disgust before putting it down and returning to the device. It seems he wants to say something more, but he isn't sure how. Clearly annoyed—and mostly with himself—he frowns all over again then just shuts the feed off. ]
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[The camera turns on upside-down seems to be shaking quite a bit, focusing in on a scaly yellow face heavily biting her lip. It seems to be rapidly moving or otherwise broken until it gets placed on a nearby table and stabilizes, though still… upside down. Thankfully, the device isn’t broken- Alphys’ hands can be seen in-view, shaking. She appears to be outside, but the camera is only showing her torso to her eyes.]

Uh, h-hello! Is anyone there? U-Uhm, t-this is, this is Dr. Alphys! I don’t, uh, I don’t know where I am. And, if this is s-some sort of joke, I don’t appreciate…

[She trails off, getting close to the camera again and finally turning it right side up, lifting it off the table and back to a close-up of her face.] I’ve never even s-seen a device like this before… I think it’s broadcasting somewhere? I bet t-thats what that light does. What h-happens when I do—

[The feed cuts out. She hit the power.]


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