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Jan. 24th, 2018 10:26 am
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[The feed opens in Kat's room. She's standing -- well, more like posing in front of her closet in full-on 90s skater girl clothes (caught a glimpse of the outfit on a magazine, figured why not?), complete with a skateboard. She has never skateboarded in her life, probably. (She's pretty sure about that one. There's no sense of familiarity when she looks at the skateboard. Give her a carburetor, though. Watch her assemble it in like a minute.)

Anyway, this tiny young woman looks like a teenager on a good day, and in this outfit, she looks 15 at best. In any case, she's got a grin on her face like she's been laughing at a good joke for the past 5 minutes.]


This place is pretty sweet! [That's half a lie. She thinks it's cool but she also Really Wants to Go Home before she forgets home altogether.] I'm like 90% sure I don't know how to use this stuff, though, so if somebody wants to teach me, I'm a quick study. It'll take an hour tops.

[Is she joking?? Because that sounds fake. But no, she means it.]

Or someone could teach me how to swim. I bet I can get the sweetest swimsuit outta this closet. Or a surfboard. I'm soooo ready to learn how to surf.

[She's been cooped up in her room for most of the past few days, writing down and/or sketching everything she remembers about home and the team before she forgets it.

Distract her, fellow residents of Wonderland. Please.]
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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.
shrinkage: (hand of doom has a tight grip on me)
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( ACTION | from the pool up to floor 6 )
[ the first thing ray wants after he drags himself out of the pool is to follow his instincts toward home. his feet leave wet sloshes in a path behind him up to the sixth floor, dressed in a drenched set of coveralls, work boots, and a STAR labs cap with the brim in the back.

the people he passes moving through the halls in a haze are fuzzy but familiar. he smiles back and says hello-- and even gets names right now and again. but he presses on, excusing himself after brief exchanges.

he lets himself into room 004. lets it feel like he's where he belongs. lets the water soak the carpet as he stands hesitantly in the doorway, waiting for a weller welcome in one of two flavors.
]

...Hello? Hon? Kurt?

( TEXT | anonymous )
could wonderland actually be our real homes?

( ooc | feel free to run into him at a place of your choosing in the mansion, if you'd like )
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Along with a mansion made of gingerbread, this Christmas brought us a party with an unknown host. Tame by Wonderland Christmas standards, but still perplexing.

[A picture of the invitation is embedded.]

Both the Queen of Hearts and the Red Queen thought the other was responsible for the party, and denied their own involvement.

[A clip of their argument is embedded.]

The party included a donation box collecting memories for an unknown cause. The party host has yet to come forward, so there is no way of ascertaining whether they provided the box or not.

[There are photos of both sides of the card. The donated word itself, of course, will not stick in the mind of anyone who gave it up.]

I placed a bug and tracker in the box. The tracker stayed in location for a while, then moved rapidly away from the ballroom before the signal stopped working. The bug did not pick up any noises that would pinpoint an identity or location.

There is another player at work here, one who also uses the heart symbol and appears to have power enough to rival the two known queens.

The White Queen would be a suspect, but her death has been confirmed by the Cheshire Cat and the Red Queen. Are there other Queens out there? "None that I'm aware of," stated the Red Queen. "But it is possible there could be others. Anyone who reaches the eighth square can become a Queen. Even Alice could become a Queen." When pressed on what precisely the eighth square is and who qualifies as "anyone", she refused to provide details. The Queen of Hearts refused to comment.

The only one of Wonderland's more permanent cast to make an appearance at the party was the Duchess, whose head is now reattached to her body. Although she didn't make an appearance, one of our residents wanted to be certain the Red Queen knew she'd be welcome if she chose to attend.


[There's an image of Frisk next to a red banner with silver letters reading WELCOME BACK RED QUEEN!!!!]
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[Freya returns to Wonderland, and as always, Wonderland's timing is the fucking worst. While in a way she is grateful that they're here - Klaus would not have been so considerate of Freya asking for more time if they weren't in a place where time stops, and she knows that she's going to have to return to her room and actually fix the problem she's been given, but for now, she is going to grieve.

For now, she's going to drink. For now, she's going to try and wrestle with the fact that her brother is dead, and in the end, they got none of the things they wanted.

Even when they try to be the good guys, when they try to do the right thing, they can still never win. Vincent in the back of her mind reminds her that she had the chance to do the right thing, to just let Vincent use Elijah's death and not try to interfere in any way, but he should have known - there was no way that was ever going to happen.

She makes her way up to the fifth floor bar, as it's usually fairly empty and not populated by too many friends who will want to ask intrusive questions about her commitment to being incredibly intoxicated. She takes a bottle of tequila off the shelf, grabs herself a glass, and settles at the bar to begin knocking glass after glass back. She's planning on being there a while, and she does make sure to eat something every now and again, but for the most part, she doesn't want to feel anything.

At some point during the night, however, she'll click on her device, needing to speak into a void, even if she knows that the entire mansion is going to hear her.]


I have a riddle.

[Her voice is slurred but clear enough that the words can be made out if nothing else.]

Two men walk into a desert. ... Wait. ... Two? No, four men walk into a desert. And they are unconscious, probably from heat exhaustion. The riddle never said, they were just magically unconscious, so they probably fainted. The person telling the story was likely just trying to save face with all of their manliness.

[Macho posturing is dumb. There's a giggle and a "whoops" as some of the tequila sloshes over the sides of the glass and she pours herself another.]

When they wake up, they are buried up to their necks in the sand. Like little ground hogs. But they can only see what's directly in front of them. And they have hats! Different colored hats!

[Another beat as she takes the drink, then a pause as she frowns.]

Wait, there was supposed to be something else before that.

[Another beat.]

Or maybe they were kidnapped.

[There's a pause, and a sigh, because she is too drunk to remember the way this is supposed to go, and her hand fumbles as she goes to find her device on the bar and shut it off.]

I'll call you back.

[AND FREYA MIKAELSON HAS RETURNED FROM HER CANON BUMP. Action tags are welcome, as are network tags, but network tags may cut off and return when she is slightly more sober. Apologies in advance.]
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[It's Mae, and she's up on the roof admiring the sunset, kicking her feet out over the edge.]

So it's December now, right? I mean, like. Calendars around here are weird, but I'm pretty sure it's December.

[She leans back and looks contemplative for a moment before continuing.]

So do we, like, do a Secret Santa thing around here or anything? Or a white elephant exchange or something? Is Christmas or...I mean like, any wintery holidays at all, is that a thing? Cause if not, maybe we should. Some kind of group gift thing. The last two months kinda just really sucked, event-wise.

I dunno, I just feel like people need cheering up, and 'tis the season, or whatever.
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[ What the frick frack diddily dack patty wack snick snack crack pack slack mack quarterback crackerjack biofeedback backtrack thumbtack sidetrack tic-tac is this shit??? ]

Um, hey everybody. I’ll try to keep this short and sweet: I’m looking for my sister. [ muttered: ] … Well, one of them anyway.

[ more clearly: ] Wynonna! Wynonna is her name. I was with her right before this whole… abduction thing… and I’m really hoping she can’t be too far.

Just, she's not always the best at remembering to check her phone, y'know? So... If you happen to run across her… Please… Tell me right away. Thanks!

[ She offers a cutesy little wave before ending the video, which belies her actual nervousness that Wynonna might indeed be here in Wonderland — but possessed and therefore highly dangerous. ]

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