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[It didn't take Seth long to figure out a few things. For one, he isn't in a goddamn parking lot anymore. That is the first big clue he has that something was wrong. Instead it looks like someone's great Aunt's attic, complete with some creepy ass dolls, doilies tangled up in a box and a lot of dust. The latter of which is smudged along one cheek when the camera comes on.

It isn't his phone, and Seth isn't really bothering with finding out who owns it. Obviously whoever put him in this attic is waiting for him to find it, so why disappoint?

So there is one smudged, angry man holding the camera up with skills that do not speak of a selfie queen.]

Okay, this is cute. No, really. I mean, whatever you drugged me with? I don't even have a fucking hangover, and the attic? A nice touch. Except this is fucking bullshit, and when I make my way through this crap to the door? Someone's going to fucking pay.

[As he speaks, his voice raises, harder than the cutesy tones when he started.]

So looks like you've got...

[He looks away from the camera, eyes narrowing as he judges the distance.]

Let's say about fifteen minutes before I dig my way out of this and start demanding answers.

And a new fucking suit because this dust? This shit is never coming out! And there's a tear in my jacket. What the fuck is wrong with you? Whoever you are.
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[Malia shows up in the light of day; the gardens she's near being a peaceful polar opposite to the thrumming party she's come from. No fall of night, no crackling of fire, no smoke, no music, no dancing, no alcohol, and no Scott right in her face trying to tell her that werewolvescoyotes can't get drunk.

Which he must've been wrong about -- up until she realizes, standing there, that he must be right. Because she was drunk (and not really into it) only moments before. Looking around then though, she's achingly aware of how clear her senses are.

Spotting a huge building only makes her run away from it, in the direction of a fence that she, for some reason, can't reach. So, she's dreaming. Has to be. That's what's going through her mind when she's suddenly transported away from her path a door to that building.

There's quiet cursing to herself about what the hell just happened before she frowns at the door. As if she's going in there. She's already sensing that there's something off about it, and she doesn't care if that's just her imagination.

Then, she spots a piece of technology that looks like it could be a phone. Maybe. She snatches it up out of the grass and flips it over in her hands, pressing buttons on it after only a second or two of attempting to figure out how it works. Patience, what's that? It's rather solid and too real to be an item in a dream. That realization serves to confuse her all the more. It starts to record with her staying put, voice heavily agitated. She's unwittingly broadcasting video, which is a flurry of unfocused seconds and colors, albeit sunlight perhaps being evident.]

What the hell's goin' on, and who's, or whatever, is this?

[She doesn't know that it's recording video, or anything, for that matter. So polite. Such good first impression. Much joy. Wow.

She clutches tightly onto the device, turning it over and causing her face to be on display. Brow furrowing deeply, frown etched onto her lips as she sees that it's doing...something? Jaw tight before her mouth opens and her teeth show, fangs peeking out in a little snarl with brown eyes flashing electric blue, she looks away and calls something out.]

If this is something you did, you know I'm not in the mood for it, Stiles.

[A long pause, soft huff leaving her.]

Someone come out or wake me the hell up! Now!
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[Canny viewers might recognize the room Spike's sitting in as the office of Angel's Investigation. Spike is, in fact, sitting on a desk, boots banging against the side as he smirks into the cameras.]

Hey, mates. Thought I ought to let you know that Angel's Investigation is under new management. [He jabs a thumb towards himself.] Sure, Angel's all right as a leader, but some people want a bit more brains and a bit less forehead, know what I mean?

[Has anyone agreed to this change in staff? No. Does anyone from Angel's team even know he's here, in Wonderland? Absolutely not. Is that going to stop Spike? Not for a second. It'll make Angel mad, and that's hilarious.]

So come on over for all your mystery solving needs. We take beer and smokes as payment. One thing's sure: with me in charge it'll be a lot more fun getting your mysteries solved. Cheers!

[He salutes and disconnects.]
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| Action & Threadjacking encouraged! She's in the Kitchen.|

[It's very rare that Rose graces the network in Wonderland, only having appeared once since she arrived here. That in and of itself makes this particular video rather curious. The subject at hand, likely one that's playing on everyone's mind but has Rose looking more than a little unsettled, despite her attempts to play at casual.

Clearly, she thinks the best way to deal right now, is to attempt to overdose on sugar; A plate piled high with an assortment of pastries, appearing in the corner of the shot.]

So... That whole thing with the Wonderland that wasn't really Wonderland?

[Her eyes narrow, teeth running over her lower lip as she carefully considers what she wants to say before giving it voice.]

We're all in agreement that it didn't really mean anything, right? It was just some, fake, alternate... you know, thing?

[She's obviously reaching but all this 'sciencey crap' is way outside of Rose's wheelhouse.]

Another one of Wonderland's stupid little mind games. [The unmistakable air of somebody trying to convince herself.

Rose breaks off a large chunk of a donut and pops it into her mouth, a flicker of doubt creeping in as she chews slowly.]

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I'm getting real tired of getting dumped in strange places against my will. I don't like it.

[There's a low, dangerous growl of disapproval and the expression on Mick's face is not a pretty one. It's somewhat reminiscent of an angry bull. This was the second time in God knows how many days that Mick Rory has found himself stranded somewhere new and different, unsure what the hell is happening. It's not a good feeling. It didn't inspire much good will.

Though this is a definite improvement over the last place. For one, there's food. For another, he gets a free smart phone to yell at people over and voice his anger. Not bad. Though he did kind of think they went a little overboard with the white. What was with all the decorations anyway? This better not be like some low rent Christmas Town cause honestly, that sounded a lot like hell.]

You got five minutes to convince me not to torch this place to the ground cause I ain't in the mood to play nice right now. Somebody start talking. [The words come out as an angry snarl, teeth barred. He's not a happy bunny.]
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[Richie’s presence in Wonderland presents him with one very big and glaring problem very quickly.

He’s a culebra, culebras have to eat, and his dietary needs are….special.

There’s not a lot he would ask the network about that he can’t find out for himself or would want to say publicly but this, in particular, he needs help with. Now to talk about it as vaguely as possible…]

So, I already figured out how the whole food situation works. You check the tables and the cupboards and food just appears, like some sort of Vegas magic show. Shit like that also pops up in horror movies, so I’ve got one question.

[He purses his lips, clearly annoyed by this whole situation.]

If I eat this stuff, what are the chances that I’m going to end up vomiting blood for the next week? Dying of food poisoning isn’t exactly on my bucket list.


Dec. 6th, 2016 01:50 pm
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[Daisy played with the settings on the communication device she had found until she got one meant for streaming a video. Putting the device at arms length, Daisy tapped ‘video’ and it began to record her live.]

Right, so. This is a lot to take in, apparently this happens a lot around here? People getting sucked into Wonderland? Is it seriously called that? I haven’t seen Alice or the Mad Hatter around here, so I’m having a hard time believing in…

[She’s sure that someone is watching her right now and making a face.]

Okay, that was a lame joke. But this is just some weird, fucked up dream. Right?

[Daisy knows she rambles, she’s good at it. Especially when she’s overwhelmed.]

I’m still waiting to wake up from this, but, for the hell of it…

I’m Sarah.

[What? She doesn't know that here she isn't a wanted woman.]

If anyone is listening to this, I’d really appreciate knowing what the hell just happened to me. I was walking out of a room and the next thing I know I’m falling into a fountain.
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[OH LOOK IT’S THOSE PINES TWINS AGAIN. Both of them looking Very Serious. Or at least like they mean business… Mabel pretty much looks like she’s trying to be serious and failing at it, really.

There’s a menorah between them.]

Hey, Wonderfriends. It’s me, Mabel, and my brother Dipper! And I bet you’re wondering what this thing is. [She points enthusiastically at the menorah.]

Considering how completely overwhelmingly escapable Christmas is, it's pretty likely. [Dipper rolls his eyes, then pulls a dreidel out of his vest pocket.] That's why we're here to show all you goyim you something holiday specials usually leave out: the meaning of Hanukkah!

[He sets the dreidel spinning.]

Look at it go! Does Christmas have this kind of magic? No, it doesn’t! Plus there’s eight days of Hanukkah… But we’ll get to that in a second. [She slaps a drawing pad on the desk.] Brother, if you would start us off, please.


[Anyone who heads down to the kitchen can follow the smell of frying potatoes to where the twins are experimenting with cooking. There are definitely at least a few burned panfuls, and come at the wrong time and something might be on fire. But there are enough successful attempts that there are delicious latkes and sour cream and apple sauce for as many people as want them.]
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[Oh look, it's that guy again. Yeah, you know the one. Or, maybe you don't. It doesn't matter. He's addressing everyone in Wonderland from a large, open room. It isn't his usual workshop, cluttered with tech. This looks more like a conference room...]

Some of you know me as Tony Stark. Some know me as Iron Man. Some know me as an Avenger. Some know me as just that pompous dillweed that keeps addressing the network like you should know me. Or, y'know, your Flying Professor. I'm all of those things, honestly. --except the professor. God forbid. No one in their right mind would let me teach kids. But more importantly, I'm observant.

See, as an Avenger, we're supposed to protect people. We're supposed to be there when you need us and I'm looking around right now, seeing mentions of deaths and honestly, we're doing a pretty shitty job at our job, aren't we? Granted, that was prior to our little magical vacation that I'm still coming to terms with. Anyway, it's true, we're just a few people with extraordinary skills, but we can't be everywhere at once. Some of us are too self-involved to notice when shit is going down around us and focusing on our own issues is putting us in a position to let everyone else down. For the record, that's me I'm talking about, not pointing fingers at anyone else.

So, when the mirrors dissolved several weeks ago and that massive influx of people flooded our not-so-peaceful little Wonderland, people died. I, myself, had a rather unpleasant interaction with my mirror and it occurred to me that I got off lucky. Now, you're probably thinking, What does this jerk know about my plight? Okay, fair enough. But I've seen whispers of mentions of needing a police force, or some way to hold people accountable for their actions in the past. Nothing very put together seemed to have been done about it. Until now.

Where I'm from, you have an organisation called SHIELD. Strategic Homeland--well, the acronym doesn't really matter, because it's an ideal. Yeah, there is always trouble in paradise, but having lived it, I know what to look for. SHIELD, Wonderland Division, would be an active group of people you could call upon for help. A research and development team would work on ways to passify rogue mirrors that happen to our side of town. We'd look for ways to help you without pushing the boundaries of invasiveness. It's a delicate balance, and I'm not saying it would be easy. There will be trial and error. There will be people who disagree--there always are. But I'm proposing a possible solution to work alongside the Avengers to protect the people.

Anyone with skill and proper training would be eligible. You'd have to be willing to be on call and you'd have to be willing to put aside some of your time to train with other skilled agents. I'd outfit everyone with the most effective, lightweight gear with the only stipulation being you use it to help, not hurt. Any abuse of power would be dealt with swiftly. If you think I can't deactivate my own tech, you'd be wrong. I once hosted a spectacular Christmas fireworks show using my own suits. I want this to work. I want Wonderland to be as safe as we can possibly make it so we can focus all our resources working to keep the public safe when Wonderland throws its little events at us.

If you're interested, please contact me. If you have any questions or concerns, I'm here to answer them. I've already constructed an emergency call line that will, with the help of a special device, transmit your location in relation to transponders I've located in a grid across the grounds. One press and a specialised team will dispatch to your area immediately. It's not a flawless system, and I have my doubts it will do much good during these events, but it's something.

Consider this the act of someone who has made his fair share of mistakes and wants to do what he can to prevent future ones.

Stark out.

Private to Darcy )
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Hi. [ This isn't awkward at all. ] My name's Peter Petrelli.

[ A few hours ago, he had walked through Isaac's front door, expecting to confront the painter in his loft only to end up in Wonderland. He had wanted to get out of New York, but this place (whatever it is) isn't what he had in mind. ]

I need your help. It's important.

[ If he's going to explode, he can't risk being around people. There's a slight chance that he's just having another one of his dreams right now, but he has a feeling that this is all very real and he needs to be prepared for the worst. ]

I've been walking around and aside from the forest, is there any place else a person can go to be alone if they needed to get away? Preferably somewhere miles away from civilization... [ It's a weird question to ask, but hey -- stranger things and all that. ]

Also, if anyone has any idea why we're here or what we're supposed to do, I'd appreciate any information I can get. [ Back home, he thought he'd finally found his purpose: save the cheerleader, save the world, but things hadn't turned out the way he hoped it would. Still, he'd like to believe there's a reason why he's here. That there's a reason why they're all here. ]

I could really use someone to talk to. [ It's been a hell of a day. Or month, more like. ]
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[At this point, he was certian he had no idea where he was. Yes, the paintings and photographs were quite lovely, but he doesn't recognize any styles from the galleries of London or Paris and he certainly hasn't seen a photograph with so much color in his life.]

[Then there was the strange device he found on his person. Nevermind how a tiny thing like this manages to function without winding it up, but it displayed various messages and images along with bizzare formats. What on earth was a "video?"]

[He turned the device over in his hand for a third time and sighed. If this was the only way he can contact someone for help, he may as well learn to use it.]

Can someone tell me where I am?
I woke up in a strange gallery with a strange device.
Very confused.
Please respond.
From Dorian Gray.

[Dorian presses the send button and waits for a reply. He glances up every now and then, looking for someone in the room to talk to.]

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[Maybe it's a little bit his fault for getting too complacent. Maybe it's just the nature of this place, eating at you and making you numb to the insanity. But all this death? The kids? This can't continue.

John hasn't seen a sudden death toll like this since the 90s, and all those teen girls started emulating The Craft for fun.]

What the hell!? This...this shit can't keep on going like this. This isn't going to sustain itself, and I don't know why something hasn't been done before?

[Dad's not mad, he's disappointed.

Okay, he's mad.]

How many deaths are we at now? Really? We can't keep going on like this! We need a fucking police force, or security, or fucking consequences. Or some goddamn mandatory self defense classes, something. [John pauses, running a hand through his already wild hair. He's been stressing over this for a while, it seems.] And I don't give a flying crap if it's not permanent. It's not right. It's not.

We can't let this happen again.

[And with that weak, wearied finish, John shuts off the video.]


Sep. 8th, 2016 10:15 pm
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[ooc: tw for body horror/decapitation. set after this. open to fourth walls given this happens the same night as the throne-room party.]

[Peter has no idea how to do this. He's still shaking, hunched in a corner, having tried to contact Bonnie only to get no response, because she's probably just passed out. It's late. He figures no matter what people want to know about this. They deserve to know. He would want to know if someone he cared about here died (ha).

He has seen dead people before. He held his Uncle Ben in his hands while he died. He was there when Captain Stacy took his final breaths, but there is something else- There is something different about stumbling on someone's head detached from their body on the floor after the action is all done in the silence when he only expects to stumble on nothing. It's different to then realize he recognizes who they are, and now he's hunched over his network device, stuck to a corner of his own room.]

If you know Faith, I found her. She died. I'm sorry. Her

She's Her body and head


Her body is in my room right now. I don't know what happened. I mean she was murdered but I don't know how or who. I just found her. Also I didn't clean stuff up down there but there's blood and stuff.
[stuff being his own vomit. he still feels sick.]


Sep. 8th, 2016 12:01 pm
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[He sounds.. tense. Like he's half holding his breath. Still, everything he says is as clear as his drawl can make it.]

First thing-- y' see someone what looks like me, 'cept scruffier-- know what yer thinkin', 'shit, Dan, there's scruffier than you?'. Yeah. Amazin'. Longer hair, no attention t' personal hygiene, y' know--, stay the fuck away from him. I'm gonna kill him myself.

[A pause.]

Second thing, I think I need a doctor. Anyone here good at diggin' bullets out? Or, whatever. Magic. Don't care.


Sep. 1st, 2016 07:29 pm
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[See, it's there any yet no one seems to have said anything about it. Raleigh doubts he's the first to find it but it's not on the news feed, so to speak, so here he is. Sweaty in his running clothes with the camera pointing at what is certainly a new but not very well constructed structure near the Southern walls.]

You guys are seeing this, right? It's not just me? There's another house?

I kinda wanna go in... has anyone tried yet?
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Hey, Wonderland. For the new people, my name's Sam, and since you might've not had the "demons 101" talk, that's what I'm getting into today. Veterans can tune me out... or listen in, I guess, if you need a refresher. I'm doing this now also since all the demons from my world aren't around to be dicks about it.

[ Thank God for that. ]

My friend Bobby said once that demons are just "ghosts with an ego," and that's true, but they're also really dangerous. They used to be human and got... messed up in Hell, so with most demons - let's just say all demons to make it simple - there's no appealing to their human nature. They're all about carpe diem when they get up to the surface again and not much stops them from having their sadistic ragers unless they've got another agenda.

[ So stop trying to be friends with demons, people. ]

They don't really have a form of their own, so they appear like black smoke unless they're possessing someone. If you think someone's possessed, you can test it out: holy water, salt, and iron will injure them where it obviously wouldn't hurt a human. You can get them stuck in a devil's trap if you're smart about it and can exercise them after that... though, honestly, I'm not sure it'd work here. Wonderland doesn't seem to have a direct line to Hell. Still, it'd at least get them out of whoever they were possessing, but you have to have the time to go through the whole song and dance. I attached an image of a devil's trap and the text for the exorcism so you've got them. The devil's trap... can just be drawn, so it's usually a good idea to put one under something like a welcome mat, or up on the ceiling above your doorway.

[ Sam pauses, frowning. ]

This is getting long-winded. [ sigh ] How about this: I'll write up a guide and send it out to everyone. In the meantime, I can take questions. [ He nods slowly, still frowning. ] Sounds like a better idea.

[ attached: devil's trap.jpg and exorcism.txt ]
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[John decided he's just stay away from the network for a while after getting shouted down for arming children. In retrospect, he should've done a little more intensive background on the kids here, but that would've been bordering on creepy. And there's nothing wrong with guns anyway, you're all terrible.

But regardless of guns and kids, he's back today. Not with lessons, but questions, snooping like the other old farts around here love to do.]

what's magic like where you're from? does it exist? is it more fucking witches making people's teeth fall out or goddamn fairy dust and unicorns? does anyone come from a place with magic like Wonderland?

most importantly: does the magic from your world work here?
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[Lucifer is sitting at the bench of a shiny black piano, his fingers gently pressing the keys in a smooth melody with talented fingers as he starts to speak. It's unclear how he's being filmed without actually holding the device himself, but I'm sure it's probably just someone holding it for him.

Or not.]

Hello again, denizens of Wonderland. I made a promise to you all, and as you can see, I'm following through on it.

[Around him is a very lavish, large, and chic room, though it's clear that the piano he's at is in the middle of the room and slightly lower than most of the couches and tables, with the bar at the far end. There's also a stage microphone set up beside him, though he's not using it at the moment.]

Say hello to Deux Lux. Anyone with the ability to have fun is welcome and expected. Sixth floor, room sixty-six. It's a bit smaller than the original, I'm afraid, but it will do for now.

[He grins.]

Feel free to help yourself behind the bar when you arrive. If I think you have some skill when it comes to pouring cocktails, perhaps I'll offer you a job. Until those positions are filled, however, I'm afraid I can't do everything all by myself. I'm the Devil, not a miracle worker.


[ooc: Feel free to answer Lucifer over the network or come hang out at the club. THIS CAN BE A PARTY POST. Feel free to tag around as much as you want! I'll have my own starter for Lucifer inside and will tag around as well. Have fun <3]
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[ It's like 9pm on a Friday and to say Chuck is 'drunk' is a vast understatement.

But Aussie's are built tough, so when he comes on the network, he's not even slurring. ]

Right, 's been a while, kids. We're gonna play a game. Ever hear of word association? I say a word, you say the first thing that comes to mind in association with that word.

I'll start.


(( ooc; chuck's drunk and bored. come at him with words, feel free to threadjack if other players are okay with it, or just bounce back and forth with Chuck. ))
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[Dipper always looks a little on the paranoid and overtired side, but he looks especially bad today. Amazing how much harder it is to sleep when the very reason you have trouble sleeping in the first place is actually here and likely to torment your nightmares if you dare close your eyes. Not that staying awake forever is an option. Dipper just wishes it was. He starts the feed, then sits, back, looking grim.]

Hey. Dipper and Ford Pines here. You might have noticed the super weird triangle thing that came up recently? Well, that's not a what. That's a who. [A beat.] And… also a what, actually.

[Ford doesn’t look much better either. His brow is furrowed and his expression, grave.] That super weird triangle thing is a dream demon known as ‘Bill Cipher’. He is incredibly powerful and incredibly dangerous. Now I’m sure some of you will take this as a challenge-- How bad can he be? Right? [He shrugs airily, but abruptly points at the camera.]

Wrong. Bill is most powerful in the mindscape; a mental realm between dimensions. He can read your mind and inhabit your dreams and he is chaos incarnate. He may be charming, but above all else he is a liar and a monster.

[Dipper raises a finger.] Also? Don't make a deal with him. He will lie to you and cheat you out of your end and then he'll possess you and do terrible things to and with your body. [Terrible, terrible things. Dipper rubs his arm.]

But good news? He can't possess you if you don't deal with him, and without a corporeal form he's pretty limited in what damage he can do. Still got the omniscience and nightmares to contend with, but who hasn't had to deal with a few nightmares? [It's fine. He's fine.]

[Ford puts a comforting hand on Dipper’s shoulder.] If you happened to follow his instructions and you drew a triangle with an eye, I suggest you destroy that paper immediately--preferably by burning it. If you can help it, do NOT engage! I cannot stress that enough. Do not be a fool just because you think you can handle yourself. It’s not worth the risk.

[Dipper nods firmly.] If he contacts you? Let us know. If he… takes an interest in you or something, definitely let us know. We're experts on dealing with him. We can help. We can also answer any questions you might have. To the extent that there are answers, anyway. There are still definitely more questions.

[He gives a serious nod, glances up at Ford, then looks into the camera.]

That's it for now, Wonderland. Stay safe, and come to us with any questions.
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[When the camera pans around at first all you see is jeans and boots before he's got it up and focused on his face. Dean flashes the receiver an unimpressed look, whatever this was he didn't want to be in on the joke.]

As far as abduction sequences go, the digs are nice. I'll give you that. Don't get me wrong, I'm flattered, but I so don't do Stockholm.

[Zachariah might want him to sign up and put his body on layaway for the apocalypse but he didn't have any plans to go belly up. As far as he was concerned, there was still a shot, and he'd only consent to Michael if he didn't have any other choice. He was a lot of things, but letting someone else do his dirty work wasn't his style.]

Whatever sick twisted things you had planned, I don't go that way. ...No matter what you've heard.

[Dean takes a minute to scratch the side of his cheek, and then sets his jaw and squares his shoulders. The usual off-the-cuff sarcasm is still as confident as ever, but he's over the showmanship. Broadcasting wasn't his bag.]

And anybody else that wants to feed me another line of crap about mirrors and royalty, don't waste your time. The creep I'm looking for has Fifty Shades of Douche written all over him.


Jun. 6th, 2016 08:26 pm
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[Mary had a pie sitting on the table in front of her. When she was stressed, she was just how things were. Sitting heavily in a chair, she pushed her hair back, smear of flour on her face. She knew she had to talk to John, maybe Pie would make things easier.]

I uh...I made a couple of pies, feel free to help yourself. I just needed to relieve some stress and it usually comes in the form of baked goods.

[Leaning her head on her hand, she frowned slightly.]

John, I don't know how to call you directly, but can we talk? I know you're probably busy, but this is important and can't really wait.


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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[Light falls onto his closed eyes. That isn't right. God, oh god, where is he? He waits for it, for the all consuming hunger to overtake him, for the death rattle cough that the dead have, but it's the third day and he's still waiting, swears he can feel the tickle at the back of his throat, but he's at the point where he just hopes someone shoots him point blank, ends it all.

The bites hurt. He keeps scratching at them. The blood is dry by now but they still itch, he can still feel them everywhere he got bitten.

And he still wouldn't change it, not when Sara, when his baby was in trouble.

But there's light now. He hasn't seen light since he'd shut himself in the bin, made sure he wasn't a danger to anyone. Maybe he's dead? Maybe there really is a heaven and he's going to look properly and see pearly gates and all that stuff. It'd be a bit embarrassing honestly.

Except it's a pretty rubbish heaven if he's still covered in zombie bites so maybe someone just opened the top of the bin.

He should actually look shouldn't he?

He opens his eyes finally, sees flawless blue sky. When he turns his head, he sees green. A hedge. And just beyond that the peaked roof of-]



Action: Some time later
[Sam has rarely looked this pale and hurt, even last time he vanished and returned covered in bruises. There's a nasty looking bite mark just visible on his neck, and not the fun kind of bite either. It looks like someone (something) tried to take a chunk out of him.

He looks exhausted and wrung out and even his smile doesn't last for long.]

Hey. Guess who's back. Yay. I'm sure you're all waving flags and ready to throw me a party.

Um... if anyone wants a drink I wouldn't object. Apocalypse Survivor's Club and all.

I'm sorry to anyone who was worried.

[He looks like he's going to say something else, but then just switches off the video]
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[Hi Wonderland, here's Jolyne looking sort of ashamed as she looks into the camera.]

Hey, I just wanted to start things by apologizing. I got here yesterday and just sort of blew everybody off because I thought this was a dream, and I'd wake up soon. But I guess that's not the case. So sorry.

[Not the world's best apology, but Wonderland not being a dream isn't the best subject for her either right now, so she'll move on from it a little.]

So Wonderland, huh? I saw the movie when I was a kid, but this seems pretty different. But since I'm stuck here, so I guess I've got time to learn how different. And I should probably introduce myself to everybody and make up for yesterday so, hey, I'm Jolyne. Jolyne Kujo.

[She's pretty sure that name means nothing to anyone which is actually nice, so there's a smile here. Her name didn't mean anything for the longest time, so being able to go back to that instead of having all this family drama to deal with is a little nice. Just a little though, so that smile fades quickly enough, and she goes back to the subject she moved away from a second ago.]

But while I'm on this thing and talking, what happens back where I was? They've got to be freaking out since I must have just disappeared, right? And...

[For once, she actually manages to stop her mouth from getting ahead of her brain. It's a rare occurrence, but this is probably the best time for it to happen.]

Just answer that one for me, okay?


May. 17th, 2016 01:28 pm
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So a while ago there was a giant robot fight. who was involved in that? I'd like to talk to you about a defense project we might need. Given all the stuff that happens here we might need them if an 'event' from my world comes.

I guess anyone who knows about robotics and heavy weaponry.

We need to be prepared.

[Edit;] and I guess a neuroscientist. If there is one. Or lots. Probably lots.


May. 16th, 2016 08:57 pm
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[A young woman's face appears, framed by bright red hair, her green eyes both confused and tinted with anger as she starts to speak.]

Alright, first of all, to those of you that aren’t totally crazy, my name’s Clary, and I’m new around here. [She’s aware that she’s not the only person here against their will at least, so they should probably work together. She’s screwed if she doesn’t make some allies or friends.] If someone could let me in on what exactly is going on around here, I’d really appreciate it.

Second of all, this isn’t the first time I’ve had to deal with this alternate-dimension thing. [She’s trying to sound ultra-confident about this, and she’s mostly successful, though there’s still a sense that she’s agitated and confused.] So whoever’s responsible for this? I’m not just going to sit around and take it. You can’t keep me here, not when the people I love need me.

And third, if you think giving me a bunch of free clothes and a nice room is going to make everything okay, you’re out of your mind. [Her attempt at being intimidating falls slightly short, considering she doesn’t even know who exactly she’s supposed to be addressing in regards to all this.] This is still kidnapping, no matter how you try to spin it. I’m not about to thank you and turn into some Stockholm Syndrome case.


Apr. 5th, 2016 11:11 pm
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Alright, how many of us got roped into taking care of a cat?

[Us, because there's a sweet little kitten climbing up her arm. Black fur, bright eyes, and an obvious talent for clinging to her new owner. The cat seemed familiar in a way Emma couldn't walk away from. Maybe it was because she needed a home, maybe it was because she's clearly a troublemaker covered in fluff.

Only time will tell whether or not it was a good idea. She's still wondering how Henry's dog will respond to her, and whether or not this is going to be the disaster Emma thinks it could be.

The sad eyes got to her; the truth is, they work every time.]

And what did you name it?
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[ The video feed opens with a shot of a new bar menu displayed prominently above the bar with the drink specials of the month before panning out to show the bar itself.

A moment later, it turns around to feature Simon in the shot, the Brit grinning in his typical friendly manner. ]

Alright, so with all the new arrivals we've been getting recently combined with the rather emotionally-exhausting magic tricks we've gotten to experience over the past few days, I thought it was time to remind people - or let them know in the first place - that if you're looking for a little distraction or socialization, the bar's on the fifth floor. Myself and Jo and Cami are your bartenders and one of us is usually hanging around the place, but if not, you're welcome to help yourself.

And yeah, the theme of the month might be a little tongue-in-cheek. But. [ He shrugs here, looking mostly unconcerned about it, roguish smile still lingering. ] We're all a little mad here by now, right? Might as well enjoy what we can.

[ And with that, he cuts the feed for the time being. Simon will be hanging out at the bar for the afternoon, visiting with anyone who wanders in or carrying on conversations to people who reply over the devices instead. He's feeling sociable either way. ]


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