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[ Ellie's been missing for exactly a week. She isn't exactly one of the most vocal people on the network, but today is a little... different. When the fourteen year-old reappears, she looks thoroughly distraught; some of it might have to do with the fact that she's covered in blood to the point where it's been spattered against her face. ]

You know what? No. You can't just... fucking put me back there for shits and then bring me here again when you fucking feel like it. I made it through all that shit all by myself, I wasn't sure if Joel would-

[ She'd managed to save him, finally, had escaped David and the cannibals just to be dropped into Wonderland as if nothing had happened.

David. She's pale enough already, dressed for winter beneath the gore, but at the memory that had taken place so recently, she goes sheet-white. Her stomach turns and she has to pause, to look away and fight off the rising tide of panic and nausea. ]

This place isn't a nightmare or a vacation. It's just a sick-fucking-joke.

[ Her voice breaks near the end, eyes shining with building tears, and she shuts off the device at the first, desperate sob. ]
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Greetings, Citizens of Wonderland! [Bubblegum is sitting in her room, wearing a pink gown and her tiara and looking grave, but not particularly anxious. She’s certain she’ll be able to think her way out of here, even if the time bubble means that Finn and Jake can’t come rescue her as usual, but for now, it’s time greet the people.]

I am Princess Bubblegum of the Candy Kingdom. I have been taken to this land against my will, which I understand is common here.

[She slams her fist on the table in front of her, leaning forward.]

I will not stand for it. And I will tell this supposed “Queen” [She rolls her eyes, making quote marks with her fingers] to her face if given half the chance. Honestly I’m insulted. This is some sort of interdimensional nexus, right? With "magic?" [She rolls her eyes, wiggling her fingers. Magic. Phah. It’s just science with extra special effects.] Come on. Who are you trying to impress? Sure, the sheer level of power that must go into powering this place seems pretty sweet, but come on. I could easily build a place like this with the right equipment and a decent power source. Though the transportation process was surprisingly smooth. I need to figure out how that part was done….

[She looks momentarily thoughtful. A project for another day. She straightens, smiling sweetly, and adds:]

Anyway, it’s nice to see so many humans around. I thought you were all but extinct. Then again, the anomalous nature of time and space might account for that. In which case… whoops. I hope you’re all from well before the Mushroom Wars.
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My dad's gone. I think he'll be back. I guess.

If you know Neal Cassidy, he went...

[Home to die, probably. And the last interaction they'd ever had was under the curse that made his dad think he didn't love him.]

He just left.

Oh, and if you missed it my grandma...well, Belle, she left too. For good, though.
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[ the girl on the feed usually prefers text to video as the latter brings forth a shower of people all wanting to alert her to the fact that she is green and it's honestly more than a little annoying. but there is merit to it today and so you have a green girl, dark hair falling down to her hips and walking barefoot on the floor of the library around a very large map she seems to be drawing with a brush dipped in black ink.

elphie straightens up, pulls her hair up into a ponytail. ]

where are you from.

[ a question that should be a given in a place like that but ]

once we thought the limits of my realm are known until a man came from another realm in a colorful balloon in the sky. Now I think that we know nothing about worlds and what ties them together. maps would be a help in that, I reckon so if you are not entirely hopeless with a brush, I'd be interested in seeing what your realm looks like, the parts that you know of, at least.
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my wardrobe has supplied me with twenty pairs of ruby slippers and an umbrella.

as much as I appreciate the sense of humor, I do wonder if anyone has a pair of sensible socks about them?

on another note, I feel the need to inform you that I have taken to spending my afternoons reading at the area of the hills, I will ever so appreciate not being stepped on. I realize a green person in the grass may yet be confusion but I'm certain your brains can manage.
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[The Cheshire Cat appears across the network, all stripes and teeth, and nothing else showing, as it claws the back of a chair in the dining room. It lets everyone enjoy that annoying tick-tick-y sound before settling back down onto all fours and streeeeetching.

Most of it is still transparent when it starts to speak.]

A hunt is a game of who best blends in.

[The Cat leaps up onto the table top and crouches down low, haunch-stripes twitching, tail-stripes lashing.]

It's not always easy to tell who's the hunter and who's the prey, shishishi.

[It's aim appears to be a particular tea cup several plates and sets of silverware down the way. There may be a sleeping Dormouse in there, and if so, the Cat will have it.]

The trick is to be the first one to flush the other out.

[The Cat leaps, grasping the tea cup between its paws and flipping over on its back to wrestle it into submission.

When it turns out to be empty, the Cat huffs a breath through its nose and knocks the thing off of the table with a satisfying crash of china. Lolling on its back, it finishes the hunting lesson, undeterred by its lack of success.]

In the end, just don't be the one who gets eaten.
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[ Elijah’s device comes to life for all of Wonderland to see. This time he’s not alone. He appears to be seated in the tea room with a certain witch and Mikaelson. One that he quite recently got into a little family squabble with. Just another day in the life of the Mikaelson family. It’s a miracle if they’re not fighting. Or perhaps something is very wrong. ]

It is with great sympathy that I announce to any and all who knew him that Niklaus Mikaelson has returned home. To be with my recently departed sister I hope.

[ And Hope. He won’t say that part verbally though. Hope’s still a bit of a secret. Something Elijah will kill to protect. ]

At least I hope he’s returned home. If someone’s done something to him--[ He shifts and clears his throat. ]--this is not a battle you want to start. [ Talking to you Dean Winchester. ]

What my brother means to say, [ Kol begins, easily enough once Elijah finishes. ] is that if either of us learn that this was some sort of attack on our dear brother, I won’t hesitate to hand you over to me brother here in a handbasket, as a nice tasty snack. [ Seriously, vampires are kinda gross, man.

Despite the seeming alliance with his eldest brother, Kol looks tense, and downright agitated - whether he’s as bothered by Nik’s disappearance as Elijah is or if he’s just bothered to be near Elijah, well, that’s anyone’s guess.
] Or I might just finish what I’ve started if you’re a certain hunter. [ Because GOD DAMN IT CAMI. But he had better things to do than hunt down errant hunters, and honestly Klaus made enemies by the second; he didn’t have time for them, not when he was trying to figure out how to soothe Davina’s nerves on the matter of Angelus.

The Mikaelson witch shook his head before turning his unimpressed gaze back to Elijah. He’s played nice, threatened the locals, can he go back to his girl now?

Must you? [ Elijah’s attention turns from Kol to the device. Don’t spread it around that Elijah eats people for fun. Any lives he takes have a reason behind the attack. ] I don’t drink from the vein, but if I suspect you had anything to do with my brother’s disappearance I will handle you accordingly. [ Which means he might just tear out your heart or just bat your head off. Whatever feels appropriate for the situation. Elijah gives a cordial smile before he nods his head. ] That’s all I have to say on the matter. Have a lovely evening.

[ ooc: the brother's will be responding accordingly. if you want a specific one make sure to designate in the title. otherwise it's possible you'll just get both. ]
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[Dipper looks even more frazzled than usual. The stress lines that always surround his eyes are more pronounced than usual.]

So, you might have noticed a really strange transmission that went through? That... that's from my world. His name's Bill Cipher. He looks like a surprisingly well dressed triangle, and he's... some kind of demon, I guess. He can get into your head and mess with your dreams and just be creepy.

[He leans in closer to the camera.]

Whatever you do, don't trust him. Really, it's probably best to run as far away as you can if you see him. And let me know if he somehow gets into your head. I've gotten him out before, I can do it again.

[He sits back a bit.]

...that's about it. Any questions?


May. 11th, 2015 01:43 pm
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[Jefferson toys with the idea of publicly announcing his arrival for a long while. He had lived too long a hermit outside the fringes of Storybrooke society, and the idea of rejoining the thriving masses does not sound very appealing to him. Besides, there are other dangers to consider. Would the Queen of Hearts still be looking for him? Is the same Queen even in regency? He knows full well that nothing ever remains the same in Wonderland, and to expect the same as when he was here before would be absurd. He finally decides it is worth the risk.

How could he flush out his target without causing some sort of stir?

The video begins with Jefferson facing the camera directly, hands folded calmly in front of him and a darkened room behind him. He smiles easily, but there's something a little nervous in his demeanor. As far as anyone knows, he is new to Wonderland after all. A certain amount of uncertainty is to be expected. Little does anyone suspect how much time this man has spent in this nonsensical place. Or, at least, a fair facsimile thereof.]

Greetings, residents of Wonderland. It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Jefferson, and I am a merchant by trade. Mostly rare fungi, but occasionally I dabble in trinkets... and hats. [He pulls a black silk hat into view of the camera briefly to illustrate his point.] I seem to have lost something of mine, and I wonder if any of you have seen it. It's about the size a breadbox. Cylindrical. Soft. Shabby-looking, I'm afraid, but very sturdy. If you feel you have found it, please contact me. I would hate for my something to cause a problem for anyone, so the sooner it can be back in my hands, the better.

[The smiles comes back, a little wider and more confident.]

And now Wonderland, I must ask you a very important question....

How do you take your tea?
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[personal profile] unground
to those who are knowledgeable of such, I would ask,

are all people born with the inclination towards magic?

[ to those who might be outside today, miss elphie is by the fountain, looking at the water. as she reaches a finger towards it, however, in a blink of an eye it freezes over, leaving solid ice where water once were. it'll turn back to water as soon as she moves her hand back.

curious, indeed. ]
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assistance needed in acquiring the following:

- 3 bags of nuts, walnuts especially

- one bag of fruit: a mix of oranges, apples and pears

- a bag of mushrooms ( NOT poisonous )

- pine cones

- corn

- a dictionary of your languages + your presence for at least one half of an hour.

Those who have one of the following, I do wonder if you would be kind enough to bring them to the gardens.

[ the question is, wonderland, do you dare to ask? ]
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Back here again, I see. But it seems like I missed something. Not interested in what it was, of course, so don't bother wasting my time with an explanation.

[A noticeably not green Zelena is on the feed, shrugging as if the leftover fortifications and stuff are no big deal. Which they're not really, not to her, sorry. Maybe if she'd been here for whatever had happened, but she wasn't, and a bunch of stuff happened, like not being green anymore, so that's just way more important.]

I'm sure whatever it was was incredibly trying, especially if that thing attacked again, but I'm far more interested in knowing how much time's passed.

[Because why not ask people instead of just looking for a date somewhere?]

And let me guess, Regina's still here isn't she?

[She hasn't even been back in Wonderland that long and she's already annoyed by the fact that her sister might still be here. Then again, that's probably not much of a surprise.]

Along with the rest of them, of course. Can't imagine they all disappeared as well. Assume I'll know soon enough though.
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[audio; open]

[Half the day passes before realises that she'd been in Wonderland for a year. Minus the week (year, such a long year) it sent her home, at least. The realisation comes as she's poring over whatever texts she can find that contain even the briefest mention of the human soul. It's a long, boring search, 0/10 do not recommend. She contemplates letting the day pass without fanfare, but it's been a year. The strangest, most infuriating year of her life.

And that's counting everything after Emma Swan came to town.

This however, is not what she needs to talk to Wonderland at large about.]

During the chaos of the Jabberwocky attacks, my Mirror freed the vampire, Angelus. [She pauses, to let people, particularly his recent victims, to absorb that information.] She's also the reason he's free in the first place, [Because Once Upon a Time magic plus Buffyverse magic equals a bad time for all.]

I'm doing everything I can to fix the problem, [It's insensitive, but that's what it is, really.] but all of you might want to carry a wooden stake or two.

His heart's back in his body now, so they'll actually work.

[It's more subdued than the last time she took responsibility for something so huge, and logically she knows that she can't be blamed for her Mirror's actions, but. They lead to something truly horrific, and for that she's sorry.]

On that note, [You can almost hear her massaging the bridge of her nose.] does anybody know anything about souls?

[There's no point trying to keep it a secret. If anything, she wants him to know his days are numbered.]

[resistance notebook; several hours later; semi-open to resistance members]

[Later, she realises she should probably tell someone what she and Castiel found in the Queen's chambers. It might not help in the long run, but it could be the break they need. Who knows?

In the quiet of her own room, after a drinking session with Ms. Swan, she pulls out the notebook. Eventually, a short message appears.]

The Queen of Hearts' chambers were left unguarded during the chaos at Christmas. With the help of Castiel, I managed to recover Angel's heart but the enchantments on the room prevented us from taking anything else. Of note were the following: A pair of blue eyes in jar, and an orb of light. Going by my own experience, it appears to be someone's voice. There was no way of telling who it belongs to, but I thought it worth mentioning.
- Regina

private message for Emma Swan )
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Well, to those of you who still have all their limbs in place and have not been otherwise devoured -

[ elphie, be nice. ]

I wonder if any of you would take this off my hands?

[ she presents you all with her own gift card. ]

I heard these may be valuable if one cares for such matters. You may call it a Lurlinmess gift.

[ yes it's lurlinmess and not christmas in Oz. super weird. ]

I cannot let it be said that I am anything but sweet.

[ a smile and that is it, that's her whole message. ]
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[ how about let's not talk about that dream. that sounds like a really good idea, even if becky is pretty curious about it, if not a little scared. she knows she's in good hands, what with the winchesters around, so, you know, how about instead she just shares a little something of her own with everyone. she's been doing a lot of writing over the past few months, after all, and it's about time she posted some of it for everyone to R&R. it's a little taste of home for her and hopefully a lot of other people in wonderland; she couldn't actually bring herself to write about anyone ... in wonderland. that's sort of crossing the line into rpf and while writing about sam and dean isn't really technically fanfiction anymore, she can at least pretend it is if she sets it in some alternate version of home. ]

Title: All I Want For Christmas Is You
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG-13, for implied sexual themes.
Summary: How "A Very Supernatural Christmas" should have ended.

The ground outside was covered in a light dust of snow. )

[ the next part she cut into a separate entry because she couldn't decide if she actually wanted to post it or not. but, you know, wonderland will have none of that. and neither will i. so, of course, by some inexplicable wonderland magic, it posted itself. so here is the thrilling and explicit conclusion! ]


[ shortly after this very angry conversation with sam the whole fanfic has been deleted from the network and in its place is: ]

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[ some oddness today. miss elphaba thropp has about four dozens of books all scattered around what seems to be one of the tea rooms turned private library.

aside of those the rooms seem to be filled with bags upon bags of marshmallows.

your eyes are not in fact fooling you; one green girl in a summery dress of dark blue is lounging, surrounded by books and eating her weight in marshmallows.

wicked witch, indeed. and speaking of which! ]

story time, if you please. imagine me to be a lovely lady with golden curls and a sweet nature that you would share a tale with and tell me if you have ever heard of a land called oz or a woman whose unnecessarily long title was the Wicked Witch of the West.

[ she closes her book ]

I have gathered that said land and said women are quite famous in many worlds. I would hear all that you were told of both. The title seems to be repetitive but if you know her name, I would hear it. to those of you who belong to Mr. Gold's realm -

[ yes she groups you all under that title ]

I will hear whatever details you have not told me yet. I do wish to understand what one day I might be famous for.
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Oh help a poor young lady in distress - the week has come and gone and I have found myself green, however did this happen?

[ wryly. dryly. that's it, that's the whole post. ]
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[Hook has mastered a lot of things about the phone since he got here. Well, one thing really. He can pick it up when someone else calls him. He can even pick it up when someone calls everyone! He can't really change it between video and voice, he can't call other people, and he certainly can't do anything more complicated than that.

But as Seamus Murphy, he'd been able to. Surely something must remain, right? It's gotten him confident enough that he's got his phone cradled in his hook and he's staring at it with an intense expression, clearly unaware that he's already succeeded in starting the call.]

Let's try this again. [He mutters, reaching forward.] Just press the 'Emma button' and... [There's a beep, but nothing happens. Hook straightens a bit, scrunching his forehead.] Already recording, what does that-- ah, the little light. [He stares intensely at the phone.]

Emma, love? Is this blasted thing working? Did I--

[There's another beep as his thumb brushes the wrong button and the message cuts off.]
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[When the feed clicks on, the gardens are visible behind Regina. She'd debated doing this from a random room on a random floor, somewhere people couldn't find her if they were angry about the event, but it was a Wednesday. She's glad she took the chance to visit her father's grave while they were in the facsimile of Storybrooke. If she'd waited until Wednesday like she used to, she would have missed out. So no hiding in a room for fear of retribution, she's out in the gardens to honour her father's memory.]

Hello, Wonderland. [She swallows, a frown marring her face.] No doubt some of you know what the last event was, or at least that it was a small town in-- [... Oh. Weird. She can't think of the word, like there's a gap in her memory again.] For those of you that don't, it was Storybrooke. The home of quite a few of us here in Wonderland.

[There'd been a small explosion of their numbers, before it evened out a little. When she continues, her voice is level, almost flat. She's uneasy about admitting this, but others have explained when events were theirs, she could at least do the same. Besides, it isn't as if she regrets ever casting it in the first place, for Wonderland to take and twist it against them.]

It was created by a curse, the Dark Curse. [There's a brief pause, as she debates what to say next.] It was cast to punish someone, to ensure she never got her own happy ending. Everybody else was just collateral damage.

[Which isn't entirely true. Jefferson certainly wasn't, neither was Whale. ]

Almost everybody caught in the path of the curse had their memories, their lives, ripped away from them until they were barely recognisable. They had no goals, no dreams, no hope. They just... were.

[Which is as horrible as it sounds, but that's besides the point.]

Wonderland's version of Storybrooke wasn't entirely accurate, [Which is almost upsetting, the least it could've done was given her access to the full contents of her vault.] and while I can hope that extended to the false memories you were all given, we all know enough about Wonderland to know it would be a waste of time. [She shrugs, the corner of her mouth turning up into an unpleasant smile.] At least it was only 5 days.

['Instead of 28 years' is left unsaid, but those in the know will understand.]

For most of you, Storybrooke was just another event. You'll get over it.

[The broadcast ends shortly afterwards, though she doesn't bother to move from the gardens.]


Oct. 11th, 2014 03:03 am
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[Back home, Peter had a cat. He loved that thing, too, right up until he had to kill it. He didn't have the heart to get another one after that, not with all the bullshit and all the moving, but now that he's been settled in for a few months... Well, he's seen other people with pets, random animals running around, and it sparked a thought.

The closet couldn't bring back his cat, but it did mass produce cats that looked a hell of a lot like it.

It's more disturbing than it is cute, and he comes on the network for the first time since he's arrived to poke at a question that started bugging him the second he opened the closet door.]

Animals have souls, right? I mean, if you believe in that shit anyway- they're just as alive as humans, some are smarter. Dolphins probably have a few more IQ points than a few people I've met.

[He flicks some hair out of his face.]

So when you get, like, a cat or something out of the closet, where the hell does it come from? You can't just... make a fuckin' cat, they're not like robots. Food, furniture, I get all that stuff, but living things?

[Seriously, this shit is bugging him. Call it his harmony with nature or whatever.]

Are we stealing some jackoff's pet like this place snatched us, or what?
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[ the girl who is shown through the video cannot possibly seem more disapproving if she tried. wearing a simple black frock and no shoes, she is a skinny looking thing with long, sleek black hair and dark eyes.

oh, she's green too. but that would be addressed in a moment. when she speaks, she sounds more long-suffering than annoyed and her voice is rich with sarcasm. ]

Wonderland, land of wonders - true or otherwise false.

[ this is obviously her way to say hello. ]

I do ever wish to thank those of you who have been kind and perceptive enough to alert me to the fact that I am indeed green. Certainly I would not have noticed it myself in a mansion full of mirrors.

[ aka you all suck and she is already so done. ]

A second matter. As odd as it may be for you to believe, there seems to be two women who share the same skin color in this Mansion. Odd, I say, since you are all the same color and yet you do not see me threaten you with swords and sharp words for it.

[ thanks for that, hook! ]

so for the sake of this introduction. There are two green women, the other, I trust, can introduce herself if she hadn't already. I do believe she answers to the name of Zelena. I, however, answer to the name of Elphaba if you are indeed interesting enough to be answered to begin with.

[ that is it, that's the message. ]


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