accidental video

Nov. 5th, 2014 05:44 pm
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Remember, remember, the fifth of November. [She's heard that somewhere before. Not that she can name the source when she mumbles it then, but it runs through her head a lot. She has every reason to remember, although hers aren't the same as most. Other people are remembering down at the beach, and normally a party like Bonfire Night might be something Zatanna went to and relished. It sounds like fun, which isn't exactly something that happens a ton in Wonderland. But even if yesterday just hadn't happened, it's still November 5th. She'd know it even if she hadn't just checked her phone's date and time for the hundredth time that hour. The difference this time is that the phone decides to start recording when she sets it down at her side. It isn't easy to tell, but she's up on the roof, sitting at the edge and looking out into the distance.]

I don't know what I'm doing. Bet you never thought I'd say that, huh?

[These aren't words she means to share; the entire day she's spent as alone as she can manage, sparing a friendly smile for anyone she runs into, but not a genuine one. It hasn't been a year exactly, yet she can't argue with the date, or what her heart feels when she remembers what happened the last time she went through this day at home. So she talks to the person who isn't there, who she hadn't opened up to nearly so much as she should have when he had been. He'd always been so overprotective, right up to the point where he took her place as a prisoner.]

I mean, I'm trying. I've practiced a lot; it's not like there's anything else to do here anyway. But my magic still isn't strong enough. [Not to save a single soul, much less somehow escape Wonderland with her memories in tact. When she goes home, she has to be strong enough to stop Fate, to have the right spell and get past the magic that keeps his helmet in place. Zatanna leans forward, arms tightly wrapped at her waist.] I haven't been able to save anyone.

[So how on earth does she save him?

It seemed so much easier back home, as part of a Team. Yet they aren't in Wonderland either; no one from her world is, and the loneliness from that weighs more heavily on her now than it has since her arrival. They'd believed in her, even when she doubted her own ability. Zatanna draws an arm forward so she can look down at her hand, and for a moment she can almost hear Robin's encouragement. But he isn't there either, no more than Artemis or M'gann or anyone.

No more than Zatara. He hadn't always been a hero either, although she isn't old enough to remember when he wasn't. He never wanted her to live this life, even as he taught her magic and watched her grow. And in turn, she never understood why, just accounted it to him being her dad and smootheringly overprotective. She'd wished he'd lay off so she could join the Team, just before Zatara and every other adult vanished that day. Her breath catches, because even though they weren't they weren't her last words nor were they even spoken to him, she remembers, and regrets them so much.]

I'm sorry, Dad. [For every failure and faltering. For her own powerlessness at Wonderland and back home. She swallows hard, the tears she'd long expected starting to fall as she trembles for a reason far different than November's chill.]
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Nov. 3rd, 2014 12:41 am
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[It took two days for Tohru to heal and awaken, which is at least one more day than many people might have expected of her. Tragically, she was killed once before though, and this is her second death, and thus requires an additional day.

Late at night on November 1st, air rushes into Tohru's lungs and she jolts awake, sitting upright as adrenaline courses through her. But Angelus is gone, and she is alone in her room. She touche her neck gently, expecting it to hurt, but the wound has healed. She is alive again, though she is sticky from the blood she had been laying in and more than a little shaken.

She keeps to herself for much of the day on the 2nd, still unsure of how okay she truly is. Death is always...difficult, for many reasons. It leaves her thinking about a lot of difficult things. She spends much of the night talking to her mother's picture, seeking imaginary comfort from it. She showers and washes all the blood from her hair, and exchanges her sheets for clean ones because something about the mundaneness of making her bed is calming.

It is a while before she can approach the network without trembling, but eventually she does. At first she isn't certain what she wants to say, or how much she wants to reveal to the public at large, but...she feels she should say something. Her usual energy is gone, and she's quieter today. Upon reflection, she realizes there's really only one thing she wants to say at all.]

Um...hello everyone. I...I-I just wanted to, ah.

[She looks down at the floor.]

I just wanted...I wanted to thank whoever moved me, a-and put me in my bed. Thank you very much. I don't know who you are, but...it was really kind of you.

[That's all. She shuts off the feed after that. Video replies as well as action threads are welcome - she'll be keeping to her room today, and then returning to the diner by the 4th.]
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09 | voice / action

Oct. 31st, 2014 09:23 pm
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( No more than ten minutes ago there was a scream. A horrible, loud, piercing scream that resonated across the mansion and out across the grounds. A scream you could hear everywhere, and not from the network.

Lydia had been the cause of the scream, and following it had been terrible. She'd left her room, walked one floor down before stopping a few doors short of Tohru Honda's room. It takes Lydia a few seconds, blinking her initial confusion away as she returns to herself. She knows what this is - what this means. Between the scream and inexplicably finding herself in another location she knows that someone has died. She doesn't expect what she sees, though.

The network clicks on ten minutes following the scream, audio only. She's too upset - too horrified to show her face on the network, and she can't show what has happened. Her fear and upset can be heard clearly in her voice, if what she was about to say didn't already give a clue that something terrible had happened )

She's dead - Tohru. She's- ( Slaughtered. Mangled. Dead doesn't cover it ) Someone has to help her. She'll come back but- ( No one else should see what has happened but Tohru can't just be left like that. Has she died before? How long will it take for her to come back, especially after this ) -she shouldn't be alone.

( ooc; the post is backdated to the evening of the 30th!! )
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1st Vision; voice

Oct. 29th, 2014 08:37 pm
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[Filtered Away from Angelus]

[The feed opens up in a very matter of fact sort of voice.]

So, a little less than a weke in Wonderland and I already got to live in some sort of Twilight Zone town for a bit. That was a thing. But not the thing I'm here to talk about. Why yes, I'm aware I've been here before and no I don't remember it. But for those who don't know me I'm Cordelia Chase and I have a message/warning for the people here.

So there's this guy from my world, Angel. He's the big dumb hero type with the world's largest forehead and he tends to use a little too much hair gel. I don't know how long he's been here in Wonderland but the guy who you all think is Angel? Yeah, that's Angelus, and he is a not a good guy. Sociopathic bloodsucker is more like it.

See, vampires in my world don't have souls, typically. But Angelus pissed off the wrong set of gypsies and he got cursed with one hence Angel -- but when he experiences a moment of true happiness the curse breaks and he goes back to his much more evil form. That must of been what happened even if I can't figure out what or who could given him perfect bliss.

The point is if you see Angel? You need to run, he will torture you, he will kill you, and he's extremely dangerous. Until we get a soul back in him he's a threat to everyone.

Speaking of that -- are there any witches I can talk to? If only Willow were here -- she actually knows the spell but we have to do with what we have sometimes.
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[Video]

Oct. 29th, 2014 03:05 pm
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 [So, Storybrooke. That was a thing. Well, at least everything's back to normal, we all have our memories, Saki Hanajima is her usual blank-faced monotone self-]

TOHRUUU!

[... or not. See, before the event, Saki was vampire food. Repeatedly. And now that she remembers, she's hysterically scrambling to find a safe place to hide, and to find her beloved best friend. As a result, the girl who typically never shows emotions is now a screaming, crying mess. She's running down the hallways, occasionally tripping over herself due to how fast she's going. She clutches the device in both hands, sobbing and yelling into it.]

Oh God, oh God, oh God... Don't go near Angel! Stay away from him! He... he... he killed me! He's going to do it again! I don't want to die again! Tohru! Tohruuu!

[And she trips again, this time falling on the floor, the device bouncing off and away. She groans, pulling at her hair.]

Nnngh... W-what's the point of these damn powers.... if I can't... Oh, God, I'm sorry, Tohru! I should have stopped him!  I should have... Oooh, Tohru... I promised, and I still didn't...
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[Accidental Video] Now that The truth Is just A rule That you Can bend

Oct. 18th, 2014 12:48 pm
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[The feed would start when a pulse of magic hits a barrier and knocks Loki's phone from his pocket. It turns on, capturing video while aimed at an odd angle, catching only two pair of legs and some scenery. A swirl of blue and green light is the only aftermath of whatever jarred the mobile device from the Asgardian's pocket.]

You need to focus, Kaplan. The raw power must be much denser if you are to break through my barrier. Again. And concentrate this time.

[A foot steps back, sliding against the ground to deepen his stance in order to prepare for Billy's next attack. The heel of his boot bumps the device, spinning it on the ground to give an awkward upward view of Loki and Billy. The Asgardian is holding both hands out, a green shimmer solidifying in a warbling dome before them, between himself and Billy Kaplan.]

It's hard to concentrate when you are distracting me. [ Billy takes a deep breath, hands coming up glowing blue.] And yes, before you say it, I know that's the point.

[The video captures the electric blue glow surrounding his hands grow until its surrounding him. He pushes it forward colliding with Loki's shield and ripping through it, knocking the Asgardian off his feet.] Was that what I was supposed to be going for?

[Loki's hand hits the phone when he lands on his godly behind, covering the screen and blacking the video out.] Precisely. Well done. [The picture returns moments later with said Asgardian looking directly into the video. A suffering sigh escapes and he pinches the bridge of his nose in pure irritation. Then the feed cuts out. WELP.]
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Oct. 15th, 2014 05:31 pm
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He's gone.

[The words leave her mouth as soon as she turns on the camera. The wind blows a few strands of hair into her face and she pushes the strands away. Though her eyes are downcast, unable to meet any gaze that may be looking back at her through the network, her face is clear on the screen. Sad, pained, haunted. She's been trying to find him the past few days, gone by all the places she knows that he prefers. But he hasn't been anywhere. Not in his room, not at the beach. Hasn't responded to any of the messages she tried sending him through the phone.

It's not like. And it only leaves her with one conclusion.

She wants to be a coward and just type up a message. Tell Haymitch and let him inform everyone else. That'd be easy. Less painful. It'd certain involve less interaction with strangers. But Finnick Odair deserves better than that from her.]

Finnick Odair's gone back to Panem. I don't know how many people he knew here or if he had any friends. [But it's Finnick. Of course Finnick had to know someone outside of her or Haymitch. Of all of them, he's the most social and the most amiable.] I just thought you should know. He'd want you to know.


[She disconnects the device and turns back to the flowers and the pieces of rope she had brought with her to the beach. She had never gotten a chance to say goodbye to him. Not when he had died in the sewers and not now, leaving Wonderland to return... to Panem? To live out all the remaining months until his death? She had gotten that chance with Rue. It had been short, it had been risky, but it had been something. And even if the game was different, Finnick had still died playing one.

He deserves something. Someway to be honored and not forgotten.

She sings while she works, taking the flowers and carefully working them into the knots she ties on the rope. Her voice grows a little stronger the more she sings, though she doesn't attempt to compete with the roar of the surf. But it's that same voice that kept her sane the day she decided to stop trying to kill herself and maybe consider living instead. A little raw, a little unused to singing, but beautiful nonetheless. The kind of voice that would make the birds stop to listen.

Ultimately, she plans on making something of a wreath with the ropes to throw in the ocean. A wreath filled with the knots Finnick had shown her, filled with colors and filled with life. Though her fingers aren't nearly as nimble as his had been, she doesn't let it stop her. There's no rush here. No hovercraft coming to take a body away or other Tributes out to kill her. She takes her time working. And sings.]
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( video )

Oct. 13th, 2014 08:24 pm
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[ he turns around. that’s all it takes. he turns around and the world as he knows it has vanished along with the little girl that’s supposed to be in his arms. he shouts her name ( and the names of the rest of his family ) until his throat burns raw and it hurts to keep yelling but he can’t stop. he doesn’t know if any of them answer him because his ears are still ringing; he can’t hear anything. the explosions rocked the field he stood in and part of him is still waiting for another bomb to drop and to engulf him in flames or another trap of the Espheni’s design.

simply one of the many reasons that drives him to do something he wouldn’t normally be proud of. normal left the building years ago when the aliens invaded his planet. if holding a young woman at knife point is the way he has to get their attention, then so be it. she’s the one he encountered first. it has to be for a reason. he hopes the fact that he found this device planted in his pocket means that it's still functioning. ]

If you can see this, then I want you to listen very carefully. [ his words are exceptionally measured and articulate. he knows what he wants to say and how to say it from years of playing the messenger. being practiced never makes delivering bad news any easier. the discomfort is obvious for those wise enough to spot it, but his duty to his family comes before everything else, even his morals. ]

This isn't what you... [ the girl currently at knifepoint tugs a bit at his arm. clearly (or clearly enough for anyone who knows her) not trying her hardest to escape. she doesn't seem to notice the fact this is being recorded, or just doesn't seem to care, her attention more on her captor than anything. ] -think it is. If you'll just listen-

I’m through listening. [ he tightens his grip around her, struggling slightly to keep her under his control. is she stupid? does she want to die? it only proves his point that maybe she isn’t real. if she keeps this up, he’s only going to press the knife harder against her throat. ] Here’s what’s going to happen: You’re going to return my sister to me and tell me where the rest of my family is, or [ and he sighs, forcibly pushes the last part of his sentence out. ] people are going to start dying. Starting with her.

[ her eyes widen, then, like it suddenly sinks in that this guy is serious. it's the death threat that does it, something shifting in the lines of her face. she moves - subtly enough, as far as the camera is concerned. a sliding of her feet for balance, her hands moving for a better hold on his arm, and then she drops low in her stance. the exact moment she does that, she tugs, hard, pulling him over her shoulder and the camera goes with him.

sorry, ben. you don't really want to put a knife to the throat of a girl who's been training with black widow.

the feed is upside, tilted, thrown off somewhere a little ways away where it only catches a canted view of her legs as she walks over to where he'd fallen - not much more than a black mass against the grass. ]

Okay, now you're going to hear me out.

[ movement, and then the feed cuts. ]
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Video 003

Oct. 8th, 2014 08:49 am
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[Billy's face appears on the screen, it's clear he's worried. It's also kind of obvious he hasn't slept; dark circles rim his tired eyes. He looks exhausted and not at all like his normal bright self.]

Uh, has anyone seen my boyfriend? Tall, blond, incredibly too good looking for me, answers to the name Teddy. I seem to have misplaced him.

[Or he was still avoiding Billy. Or the real reason he couldn't find him was that he'd been sent home, home before they could even talk about what happened. Before he could apologize...at least Teddy wouldn't remember anything.]

If you see him, tell him...just tell him I'm looking for him.


( Private to Kate )

(OOC: Action is also fine if you want to find him wandering around looking for Teddy. He could use the distraction :) Edit: He's also apparently now at the bar, someone keep him from drinking too much? Yeah? )
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first spell - video

Sep. 29th, 2014 12:10 pm
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[Remus picks up the communicator, studying over it and eventually figuring out how to turn it on.] What...? Is this a phone, or some sort of telly with a camera? [Either way, it's now recording, so Remus, sheepish, brushes his hair out of his eyes and clears his throat.]

Ahem. Well. I appear to have found someone's... device, here. I assume you'll be wanting it back. If it's yours, then you can come and fetch it. I'm... [He looks around.] ...I appear to be in the gardens of some manor house. Haven't a clue how I've arrived here. Very strange.

[By this point he's less concerned with the communicator and more concerned with where exactly he is at the moment, so he ends the feed.]
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Sep. 28th, 2014 02:14 am
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I get it. Wonderland is fucked up. The worlds we come from are sometimes more so. People die, we move on. And I don't mean Wonderland dying, by the way, where they just come back after. I mean back home dying. People die. A lot of people die. A lot of people died when Galactus showed up, not just S—

[She stops. You're rambling, Lana. Deep breath. Get to the fucking point already.]

But does anyone... have a problem with that? The moving on part, I mean. Any tips on how you just... keep living your life when a part of it is gone?

I don't even know why I'm doing this, this is stupid. Should've asked at Parker's thing...

[She ends the feed.]
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Sep. 21st, 2014 01:33 pm
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So you know that whole thing about where if you have enough monkeys and enough typewriters in a room, they'll eventually come up with Shakespeare?

[No, it's not exactly how the theory goes, but the intent is there. Especially coming from a teenaged girl who looks more frustrated with things than anything else.]

That kind of feels like what we've got going on now, except we're not getting Romeo and Juliet. [At least hasn't been. All Zatanna has ended up with is a seemingly useless divining rod, and a couple of pictures. She's given it a few days, weighed out the risks, but with the Duchess's second announcement, she decides to take the chance by making the broadcast.]

I know everyone's trying to be super careful because of the Mirrors, but is anyone actually comparing notes? Not just what we figure out from the riddle, but what we find when we go out looking. Maybe a couple of us together would be closer than we think.

Like, if anyone knows who the "first in line" is? That might be pretty helpful.

[Yep, she's definitely setting herself up. Zatanna knows it, but she's also prepared. It's why she's broadcasting from a nondescript room rather than her own, and why she's got her guard up when she goes out. She'll swing by the library; might as well see if the people focused on the words have found anything more, and to try and help out if she can. Other than that, she's mostly just going to wander around. One wild goose chase made of several circles is more than enough for her, thanks. She's willing to try again, but only when there's something more definitive to go on.]
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+ A Moral Reprimand +

Sep. 21st, 2014 02:48 am
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[ One cannot guess from where the Duchess might speak this time, as her transmission shows nothing but her mouth, and dark lips pressed together into a thin line. ]

You think my patience is endless? You think I offer you forgiveness in the palm of my hand, so you might devour my arm whole? I am a woman of my word, but I'll not have you twist my words so you might seize a thing you do not deserve!

[ She flashes her teeth, all bared into the hideous image of a snarl. ]

You think my patience is endless? No, its end grows nearer and nearer by the hour, and so does your last chance to prove yourselves to me. Solve the riddle and redeem yourselves, or suffer the consequences of my displeasure.
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video; (Real!Frank)

Sep. 17th, 2014 09:28 pm
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[When Frank turns on the phone he's barely looking at the network. He seems more focused in checking his arrows- all the different kinds of arrows he could gather.]

These things, the... mirrors, the ones that have crossed over.

[He strings the bow, testing the feel of it on his fingers. Those from his world will recognize that as something Frank does when he's nervous, even though his face is completely calm.]

What happens if we kill them?
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+ The Moral of the Eighty-First Story +

Sep. 15th, 2014 07:42 pm
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[ At last the Duchess appears on Wonderland's screens, but the feed looks strangely faded, as though it was recorded before it was sent. She stands tall in the entrance hall, and on the floor her little piglet playfully scurries between the frayed ends of her dress. In her hand she holds a familiar blade, the very Vorpal Sword itself. ]

I know, I know! You have missed me, you have missed me for too long. I forgive your insults, all of them, and I confess it, I have suffered by myself as well. One is company, two is a piglet, but three... three and so many more is a community, and I shall take my own moral to heart!

[ She lifts the sword with both her hands outstretched, as if offering it for all of Wonderland to take. ]

You crave this, I know. I shall see if you have learned your lesson truly, while I was away. Solve my riddle, prove your moral character and wit, and you shall find me, and be greatly rewarded! Now. Listen well, I shall only say it once!

[ The Duchess clears her throat and begins: ]

1. I am the First of seven, ɘuᴉu to ƚƨɘllɒɯƨ ɘʜƚ ɯɒ I.
I last nearly half of eLeven, in darkness by starlight I shine.

2. Infinity guides my paths true and blue,
but gaze hard and I run closer toO.

?. For I am shamed by that which I bring forth,
And so should yOu, to love things so far north.

087. At last I come without pRize, but not without cost.
The moment you seek me you've already lost.

[ When she has finished speaking she only smiles knowingly. The image of her flickers and vanishes, but a quiet melody still plays for a while, until the transmission ends for good.

Those who respond to her words will receive no reply, and those who seek her in the entrance hall will not find her. But her riddle still remains. ]
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File E7657841 - Fun & Games

Sep. 14th, 2014 07:22 pm
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[ So, it's been a while since John's put his face out there, but considering the last time (and everything that's happened since), maybe it's not so hard to figure out why. Nevertheless, this suitably fine Sunday finds him taking the risk once again. It's not so much an attempt to be social as much as a way to stay connected without getting too close. ]

Hey, everyone. [ He waves. ] 'Bout a year an' a half ago, me an' the residents of Wonderland — some of 'em, at least — played a get-to-know-you game. It was pretty amusin' so I thought I'd bring it back, maybe add a few things, too.

( Game 1 )

( Game 2 )

( Game 3 )
[ Yep. That's what John Blake's offering Wonderland this week. Hope you guys enjoy his newfound interest in doing very little that could be considered productive. ]
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[video]

Sep. 8th, 2014 10:59 pm
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[If she could have, Hazel would avoid video.  But the question had been nagging her ever since she woke up again.  After...dying.  Again.  Only this time, it had been different.  Her spirit hadn't gone to the Judgement Pavilion.  Nor had she been sent back to the Fields of Asphodel.  She's simply...remained.  Incorporeal, but very much aware of what was going around her.]

[It was strange.  Even by her standards.]


People told me that we could...come back.  [The most delicate way of coming out and saying oh by the way I kind of died.]  But I still don't understand how it happened.
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[video/action]

Sep. 5th, 2014 10:34 am
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[She's always excelled at keeping to herself, not letting anyone in. It's been how many months since she arrived here? And still, she can count the number of people she actually trusts on one hand. Finnick and Haymitch. Anyone else? Anyone else, she's still excels at keeping at arms length. It's better that way, she tells herself. Better for them, better for her. She's not someone worth befriending.

Because, in the end, she still can't break the feeling that all she does is get those she cares for hurt. For once in her life, she's doing her best not to be selfish. She doesn't need friends to survive this place. With Haymitch's stores, her ability with a bow, and Finnick's with a trident, they'll have all the food needed. They'll be able to protect each other when the game played here finally comes to a head. She has her allies. She doesn't need any other.

But it is a lonely life. And coming down from the high of actually being able to hunt large game the past few days, the loneliness only seems more amplified.

It's why she actually sits on the front steps of the mansion, staring at the phone device in her hands. Her quiver rests on the step behind her and her bow rests against her right side. A measly squirrel sits in front of her. Today's hunt had been one of the worst since arriving here. She hasn't been this empty handed in a while. And whether she admits it or not, the lack of success is starting to eat at her.

She flips the phone over in her hands before finally turning it on. There's a second of hesitation before she finally asks:]

They can turn on you. Or disappear at any moment. So what's the point? Seeking out allies here? Why bother?
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002 Video/Action

Aug. 27th, 2014 12:28 pm
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[ Billy took a deep breath and turned on his video feed, smiling a little sheepishly at the screen. It was still really weird to be recording himself like this. Taking a moment to collect his thoughts he turned the camera, showing everyone the view from his seat on the roof.]

Some view, huh? [The camera panned back around to Billy's face. No more putting this off.]

So uh, I've been here for about two months now and a few conversations I had Saturday night made me think that maybe this would be a good question to ask all of you. What do you know about magic?

The world I come from has some pretty remarkable people. Superheroes. Some of them are just extra extraordinary humans, some of them are gods, or aliens or super soldiers, and some of them have gifts, mutations.

[ He holds up his hand, focusing his energy into creating a blue aura that surrounds his hand.]

I have magic. Though I'm probably far from being one of those remarkable people. I'm basically self taught, there was really no one around to train me when it manifested. Unless you count Teddy making me read his mother's self help books. Thanks for that, T.

[ He rolls his eyes playfully at the screen.]

Anyway, the point of this is, I hadn't been using my magic for a few years and then right before I got here of had a sort of teacher. [ And there was no way he was telling people his teacher was Loki.]

I'm not looking for lessons but I know there's a few people here who have similar abilities and I was hoping maybe we could talk? Share ideas or tricks or something.

[ He pauses for a moment about to end the transmission before adding one more thing.]

Or if you're just curious about magic and want to talk I can do that too.

((OOC: feel free to hit him up on video or find him on the roof, he'll be there for a bit.))
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06 | video / text

Aug. 22nd, 2014 09:52 am
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Considering that it's obvious that not everyone is from the same type of place, and about half of everyone here didn't know about any kind of magic before getting here- ( It's okay, neither did she ) -it would be interesting to know exactly what there is, and what's possible in worlds. When things get brought here knowing about it first could be useful.

And before anyone asks, no- it's not going personal. I don't care whether you're part of any of the questions just what you already knew and what's possible. It's from a science perspective.

( Which she will tell you about if you actually ask because no many people care about Wonderland physics )

Where are you from?
When are you from?
Did you already know about:
    Magic?
    Supernatural creatures? ( e.g. nazi vampires )
    Other non-human things? ( e.g. gods )
    Portals?
    Resurrecting the dead?
    Reality altering?
    Alternate/pocket dimensions?
    Something 'unusual' not specified?
( Yes, half of that list is also magic related but specific can be very helpful )

So fill it out. And yes, giving examples would actually be helpful. Any questions?

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Aug. 18th, 2014 06:08 pm
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[ time's a little off here. he's pretty sure that his birthday had been right around the corner back home, only to crash land in Wonderland and find himself ripped out of summer and thrown into spring. it circles back around until finally that day ( which is also his anniversary ) creeps up on him. he hasn't forgotten this year but that's really only because things are so much quieter here in comparison to camp, or Ancient Rome. he isn't rushing towards his very possible death at breakneck speed for once ( and let him tell you, that's strange ). the sun has barely risen but he's wide awake, eager and bright eyed, and probably the lightest that he's felt in days baggage wise.

yes, it has everything to do with the blue cupcake in front of him.

that's unusual too. that the cupcake has survived his growling stomach and the natural instinct to shove food ( in handfuls ) into his mouth. that's his duty as a teenage boy. as happy as he is, there are two things on his mind while he turns the cupcake in his hand wistfully. the first is the color blue and what it means to him and where that tradition originated. it's an awfully thoughtful face to be fixed on baked goods. ] Whenever I was with my mom when I was younger, she went out of her way to have something blue we could eat. Candy, pancakes, cupcakes, [ he holds it a little higher although this one isn't from his mom ] you name it and she probably found a way to make it blue. If you've never met my mom, then it sounds kind of silly. But I loved it. It was her way of proving she was still here and the world hadn't gotten to her, you know? Food can be blue. Anything's possible.

[ he doesn't want to ruin today by talking about his gross ex step-father, so that's out. no full story time for Wonderland. ]

Does anyone else have a tradition out there that's special to them? Mine happened as often as we could make it happen, but it could be something that happens every year, or every few months. [ he shrugs, generally curious, and briefly homesick. his heart aches. it shows in his eyes for the short span that he allows it and something thuds against the closet door, making him turn from where he's seated and glare at it. the noise stops. on the one hand, he should investigate and on the other, he's not entirely sure he isn't hearing things. so! next matter of business. ]

And I guess my other question is: what do you give someone that's already given you everything? [ like really. Annabeth's been with him through thick and thin, death scares, the end of the world, grisly fights in the sewers, holding up the sky, being lost in the labyrinth, traveling through a sea of monsters, halfway across the world just to find him again; she's taken a poisoned dagger for him, and yeah, maybe he chose mortality for her and snubbed the prospect of living forever. maybe he's gone above and beyond by choosing to fall into a place of "no return" with her, but he still doesn't think that's the end-all, be-all. Paris was cool, but he can't spring for something quite that romantic when he's trapped in Wonderland. ] I don't mean gifts and flowers. That's a part of it, but Annabeth means more than random gifts to me. I know I wouldn't be here talking to you today if it wasn't for her.

She's— [ there's that thud again. he narrows his eyes and gets up from where he's seated to go look into the noise. his hand slips into his pocket, ready to draw Riptide in pen form and uncap it. fear his wrath! what he isn't expecting is to open the closet door and to have a hoard of blue food descend upon him. he doesn't have time to get out of the way or leap for the bed and get to the door. it knocks him over. everything he mentioned and more. any kind of food that can have food coloring added to it is currently trying to drown the son of poseidon. he digs his way to the surface and comes up with frosting in his hair. this is what he gets for wishing to see his mother, isn't it? ] She's going to be so stoked that I flooded her room with enough food to feed an army of giants.

[ huffs. ]

Happy Anniversary, Annabeth.

[ ..wait is that pizza? ]
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Aug. 17th, 2014 04:27 pm
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[ Sam's face is hidden in this broadcast, unlike his last angry and very threatening feed. The tone is calm, composed, maybe a little overly-so, though... who can say?

(Most people.) ]

Just, uh... two housekeeping things. One, I need to know if you're still in to teach or go to class. It's not big deal either way, but I want to keep the list updated. September's coming up fast and I feel like this is a good time for school-related upkeep.

Second... one of my dogs is having a great time running around the grounds somewhere and doesn't want to come back inside. He's a Golden, name's Leo... if you find him, see if you can wrangle him for me? He's still young so he should be easy enough to carry, though... not so easy to catch.

Thanks in advance.
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Aug. 5th, 2014 11:11 pm
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[ The video opens up to a gym setting, with punching bags hanging in the background and weight-lifting machines off to either side. Front and center are Steve and Bucky, who don’t seem to have noticed the feed starting up. Steve dodges backward as Bucky's fist clears the space where his head was a moment before. They’re both clearly concentrating, their expressions pinched and serious. Bucky continues pressing forward and Steve inches back on the defensive, never throwing a punch himself.

They’re both extremely skilled fighters. Bucky is fast, tenacious, and precise. Several of his blows look like they would have done some serious damage, if Steve hadn't avoided or outright blocked them. Steve, on the other hand, is even faster and oddly graceful, and he doesn't look to have broken a sweat.

Despite the fact that they’re technically engaged in a fight, there’s something natural in the way that they move together, as if they’re going through choreographed steps rather than testing each other’s mettle.

( it's going down, i'm yelling timber | you better move, you better dance )
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Jun. 18th, 2014 10:29 pm
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[The camera clicks on and amber eyes blink owlishly at the screen. Billy usually didn’t do things like this. The only videos that existed of him were usually taken by Teddy, because he claimed Billy was doing something cute, or by Tommy who claimed Billy was doing something idiotic and those usually wound up on the internet somewhere. This was a first for him.]

Well. This was not where I expected to end up when trying to teleport home. Unless someone slipped me something at the comic book store. Is it possible to hallucinate entire worlds? For all I know I’ve wandered into Avengers Mansion and I’m talking to a wall.

[He winced internally, he was babbling and the only one who ever found that endearing was Teddy, and Teddy wasn’t here, at least he didn't think Teddy was here.]

So um, hi, I guess? I guess I should introduce myself. Billy Kaplan, I can do magic…sometimes it works.
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Jun. 16th, 2014 08:51 pm
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[At first, there's only a flash of an image. A young girl, all of fourteen. Rich, brown skin tone. Dark, curly hair. The most strikingly gold eyes. Eyes that conveyed a mixture of wide-eyed surprise and confusion. A moment later, however, once the picture steadied and she realized what she had done, Hazel grinned proudly to herself before turning her head towards a certain Chinese-Canadian boy sitting not too far behind her.]

I told you I could get it to work, Frank.

[Soon after, there was a slight jostling of the camera as she passed the device over to Frank, who looks a amused, but also a little proud at the same time.]

I knew you could! I was just asking if you needed help…. [And then his attention is back to the network.] Alright, so: hi. Wow, I haven't used one of these in forever? I guess not being at home had to have a good thing, and not being possibly surrounded by monsters is one of them. Is... everyone really getting this? Because that's actually rather useful.

So I’m Frank, and this is Hazel. [She shyly waves at the camera.] We just kind of appeared here and we’re looking for a couple people we kind of lost in the way? So if you recognize us poke us, you know who you are.

We were kind of in the middle of something important- saving the world from Gaea and all that jazz, but hey, you know, no rush. Except yeah, we’re in a rush and if we could get advice on how to get back home too? Much appreciated.

[A pause]

Also, does this thing do Angry Birds?

[Hazel, who had been relatively quiet until now, furrowed her brows in confusion:]

...what’s Angry Birds?

[OOC: Join post with Hazel and Frank! They will both be replying to each reply, tell us on the subject line if you only want one of them.]
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Jun. 16th, 2014 09:14 am
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[The feed cuts on to show a teenaged girl who seems friendly enough for a kidnapping victim. She certainly isn't showing any of the frustration or confusion typical for newcomers. But Zatanna is pretty good at staying whelmed, even if she's suddenly been dumped off in who-knows-where.

At least there's a phone?]

So, don't get me wrong; the free phone is kind of nice, even if I can't actually dial out. [Because yes, she's tried that. The Team's emergency contacts are all as dead as her com and any telepathic link she might have hoped for.] All things considered though, I kind of wish the kidnapping hadn't come with it.

Not that I've got any idea who I'm talking to now, but if one of the bad guys can hear me? Bad move. I've got some pretty heroic friends--like, Justice League heroic. Capes and everything. [Even if Zatanna thinks the Team is just as good, she opts for the name that carries greater weight behind it.] Whatever you're up to, you're about to get busted in a big way.

So let's call this your chance to earn brownie points: come on out, explain what's going on, and maybe you spare yourself a few bruises when they get here. Because I know them, and they will be coming. Fair warning.

[Pretty big words, right? Well, Zatanna believes it. She knows the Team won't just let her disappearance lie, and they're too good not to find her. They might even be able to hack the transmission she sent out. But the truth is, she's trying to figure out what she can in order to make her own escape first. Being taken prisoner isn't on her list of New Year's resolutions, thanks. She'd much rather be back up at the Watchtower, and maybe if she can gets the person in charge to show their face, she'll get those answers.

And if nothing else, she'll at least feel better once she knows who she's up against. Probably. In the meantime, Zatanna's going to be exploring the grounds. There really isn't anywhere that's off limits as she tries to orient herself to wherever she is, not to mention get a feel for the people there. She starts off in the mansion, but definitely don't expect her to stay there.]


{{ooc: Over the network and action replies are fine! For in person stuff, please take a look at Zatanna's permission/info post, particularly if your character is ~magical~}}
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