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[The feed comes to life and Leonard's sitting in his room, mostly illuminated by candle-light, which does soften the still visible bruises (as a result of this) on his face a little. He's playing with a lighter in one hand, turning it, palming it and flipping it open and shut, but never actually lighting it.

Mostly he looks at the camera, both eye by now able to open fully again.]


Time doesn't really seem to do much in the way of passing here, but things happen anyway. So, guess this is still a worthwhile question.

You got any resolutions?

[Which of course also begs the question whether he has any himself. He looks as if he wants to keep talking at first, but his mouth stays shut and he looks off past the camera, the flame of a candle reflected in his eyes. Finally he cuts off the video.]


[ooc: This post can be used as a jump-off for New Years and other talk among other people too, so feel free to threadjack! ALL THE THREADJACKING, always encouraged.]
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[The video opens on Shaun standing at the entrance to the hedge maze, where there is a sign that says "Paintball Adventure In Progress!!" Next to him are several totes filled with a variety of paintball guns in any style you can imagine, and on his other side are another few totes filled with water balloons, which may be filled with water, paint, or glitter water (Shaun likes your style, Mabel Pines). He bounces on his toes a couple of times before grinning at the camera.]

So, I think after literally hell and all of the other crap we've all been through lately, it might be nice for us all to blow off some steam. To that end, I've decided that anyone whose into it should jon me in the hedge maze for a paintball fight extravaganza. We have guns, guns, and more guns. [He motions to the totes on his left.] And to those of you who are more AOE minded, we have balloons. [He motions to the totes on his right.] Or you can combine the two. Whatever trips your trigger.

I've also set up a number of traps inside the maze, so anyone who doesn't want to play should probably steer clear until we're finished in here. I'll take down the signs when we're done and I've taken everything down.

[He reaches into one of the bins and picks up a gun, slinging it over his shoulder.]

See you on the other side, Wonderland.

[OOC: Most of the traps Shaun has set up are basic tripwires with glitterbombs or glitter paint. He's not getting too fancy, because he just wants to have fun here. There's a lot of glitter, folks. Feel free to assume your paintball guns are loaded with glitter pellets. Shaun is feeling like being silly, because he's actually feeling pretty awful right now and he wants to try to cheer up. What better way to cheer up than by shooting paint at people?

P.S. None of the paint pellets are red. It's all ridiculous florescent and weird colors. Also, there is as much or as little protective gear as you could want. Shaun will probably stick to eye gear only, but he's providing anything else people could want before entering the fray.

So I'm going to put up a few starters, but feel free to treat this as an open log and put up your own and mingle with each other. The only reason this isn't a log post as well is because I didn't want to put up two posts back to back.

LET'S HAVE A PAINTBALL FIGHT, WONDERLAND!]
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[Naoki had considered using audio only for this message, but then decided to just go with video. There was no reason to hide his appearance on the network, since anyone who ran into him during everyday life was going to notice the markings and the horn and the fangs anyway.

He's in the library, crouched on a chair rather than sitting on it. He's looking around as he starts to speak, but looks back at the camera after a moment.]


Someone told me there might be some librarian types around Wonderland. Or at least some people who know the library really well. There's a book from my world that I want to find, and I haven't had any luck so far.

[He shifts his weight, his expression turning pensive, and is silent for several seconds. Whatever he's thinking about, he makes his decision, gives a slight nod, and speaks again.]

Everyone here is okay with demons, right?

[He's been testing the waters on this one so far, just seeing how people react to his appearance, and now seems like as good a time as any to just ask that outright.]
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[There's a teenage boy staring at the camera for just a fraction too long before he starts to speak. Ed's a smart kid, and while he doesn't have any kind of phone remotely like this back home, he figured out how to use it pretty quickly. Still, he's done a lot more listening and watching and reading than actually communicating with other people through it. He wants to make sure he understands it fully before he uses it.

But he's ready now. Once he's satisfied that it's recording, he nods, then sits back.]


Hi. I'm Edward Elric. I'm an Alchemist. But from what I've heard, that doesn't mean anything to most of you. But even if you don't have alchemy, you do have science, right? What do the scientists of your worlds study?

[There, question posed successfully. He's mastered this fascinating device. He turns it off, and waits for people to reply.]

video

Dec. 8th, 2016 11:28 am
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[ There may or may not be holes in the wall behind her, but considering her complete outrage at Wonderland, she's calmed down significantly. ]

Andrea left.

[ That's it, end of transmission. And even though she didn't get to introduce her to every single person, Michonne talked about her enough. The people close to her know. ]
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[ Sarah's walking around Wonderland, device in hand as she talks, hair in a pony tail. She's in running gear, and though she's not winded, her cheeks are pink and it's clear she's definitely been exercising outside. ]

So, whoever said jogging is good for you? The worst. It's so bad for your knees. But sometimes it feels like running is the only way to get far enough past the latest...implosion of this place.

[ She sits now on a bench in the garden, sighing and looking at the camera. ]

Other than drinking, what do you do to take your mind off of how this place works? Some people, for example, run. Some people read, some people eat, even. I don't know. So what do you do when you need an escape when we can't go anywhere?

[ After she's posed her question to everyone at large, she wanders around the garden, wondering if she's allowed to pick the flowers or if it isn't that kind of garden. It's all beautiful, in any case, and she winds up finding a sunny spot and sitting again, stretching out on the grass and closing her eyes. ]
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[Splish--splish---splash.

That was quite the event. Minato was relieved that it was over when it was over. After he got some rest, he had to check on his friends, check on anyone who needed it, and then just find some way to relax. Try to get back to normal.

So he found himself out at the beach, doing something mundane. The ocean was still enough that he could do this: Skipping rocks.

Splish---splish------splash.]


Someone once said that Hell is on your last day alive, you meet the person you could've been.

What's Heaven like then?

[It couldn't have been as simple as not meeting them. There had to be other interpretations.

Splish----splish----------splash.]
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[personal profile] signalized
audio

[Being kidnapped isn't comforting for anyone, let alone someone as deeply paranoid as Bruce. He thinks of a rogue from Gotham that kidnaps young blondes and call them Alice. They're all mad in Gotham.

He wonders if they're all mad here too.

But he also knows how to mask that paranoia and rely on his public persona as he speaks over the network, choosing to keep to an audio post for now.
]

My name is Bruce Wayne and while it is unlikely that my name has the weight here that it would have had at home but I figured I would put myself out there all the same. I'm sure you get tired of the same questions over and over again from new arrivals so I'll keep it to just this one.

What's the one thing you wish you had known about this place when you arrived? Advice or information that would have made the transition into Wonderland a little bit smoother, assuming such a transition is even possible, of course.

It goes without saying that you're free to leave more than one thing if you feel so inclined, I'm not going to turn away more information.

Thank you.

[And that's it, that's the post.]

Action

[After exhausting himself looking through the library he's managed to find the bar and order himself a drink to try to take to relax himself. Bruce doesn't remember the last time he felt this on edge -- which is saying something for him because he is always on edge in one way or another. This place seems mostly peaceful so far but it has to be some sort of deception. He was taken from his home, after all. And Gotham may not be the best of places but it is home and he'd like to get back to it. But he knows it won't be that easy, no one would bring that many people here without some sort of ulterior motives in play. They want something from all of them, the only question is what.

He throws back his first drink in one go. He can't imagine the catch is anything good but he has a feeling he'll know sooner or later. After all, there's always a catch. Some might call him cynical for jumping to conclusions like this so quickly but he likes to think he's being realistic. While Clark's death may have restored some well needed optimism to Bruce that doesn't mean he's blind to how cruel and ugly the world can be. He just knows now he has to try to be better than that himself.

What that means for him here, however, remains to be seen.
]

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Oct. 9th, 2016 02:51 am
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[ it's been a strange few days since the end of the hogwarts experience and tali has been uncharacteristically keeping to herself, quiet when she usually isn't. working on projects, she might insist, or just catching up on sleep. she is tinkering and sleeping more than anything else, but only because she has a lot on her mind and bringing it up unprompted is difficult. eventually, she goes to the network: ]

I knew that Wonderland could alter memories or abilities, but I didn't think that changing who you are entirely as a physical person was possible. Goes to show how much I know about this place, I guess. Or how little Wonderland expected me to be able to fit in as an alien witch. Who knows. It might have been fun.

I'm curious now: what is the strangest thing that's happened to you during one of Wonderland's little fits of reality bending? Tell me your best stories.

Oh and if anyone made friends with a Ravenclaw whose face isn't familiar now, it might have been mine. Let me know.
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[There were days when Cami had been younger, more naive, that she might have liked to take a trip to Hogwarts. Of course, those days had been before vampires and witches and werewolves, much less Wonderland and all that world entails--and in its own way, that's fitting. During the event, she'd been a teenager again, one who'd seen her share of troubles but who also lived in an idealistic, carefree way, where her largest concerns revolved around her friends and her romance with a bad boy wizard who secretly had a heart of gold.

And then she wakes up.

It's hardly the first time she's gone through that morning after, when old memories reclaimed the place briefly stolen by fiction. As she opens her eyes and realizes she's alone, however, Cami sucks in a sharp gasp. That event, with all its innocence, has shown her something she knows she can never truly have. She's learned the truth about so many things, after all, since she'd first sat down to read the story of a boy wizard's magical journey. Vampires and werewolves and witches--and hybrids--are far more complicated than the world found within those pages.

She takes her time those first few days after the mansion restores itself. Cami gathers her composure and whispers into the silence of her room that it hadn't been his fault, because even when there are walls separating them she knows Klaus is listening. She reestablishes her routine because Cami has learned by now just how important that is for her when it comes to orienting herself after one of the more involved memory-altering events.

There is one part of her day missing, however. Even before Hogwarts, Cami has sent out a message to her regular patients that she's taking a vacation of sorts. She needs time for herself because more and more she's noticing the advice she gives, the effort she takes aren't having their intended effect. Something has shifted, because of the arrival of the Mikaelsons or simply due to her own tenure in Wonderland, or some combination of the two. Now, she sits in her office, tapping the table next to her phone, but doesn't turn the video on as she might on other occasions.

This isn't a broadcast she wants to make using her own face, or voice, or name.

Of course, at least one of those concerned would recognize her identity, despite the steps Cami takes to make it anonymous. She almost locks the post away from him, then opts not to, then changes her mind yet again. In some ways she knows it isn't fair to ask about this but not go to Klaus directly--yet that's exactly what makes her uncertain. Cami isn't blind, after all, nor unaware of the world she lives in back home. She might even be able to put some of the pieces herself together if she wanted to.

She doesn't want to.

In the end, she doesn't hide the text from anyone, although she doesn't claim it as her own either. She's not ready for that on such a public scale, even if she needs to ask the question. For all that she tries to do, Cami's never really been the first one to ask for help herself--not when it comes to her own problems.]



[[Anonymous Text Post]]

Do you ever think about the life you haven't lived yet?

One of the things about being in Wonderland is that your "time" doesn't continue while you're here. I think most of us know it and generally accept it. But other people from your same world can be pulled in, and for them, you've kept living. Your life has gone on, in ways you haven't experienced yet. They know your joys, your sorrows, your heartaches.

Meanwhile, for you, all those things are just part of the great "to be." Instead, you've been living here, in a world forgotten by everyone except those people within it. You might have made friends, maybe enemies. Maybe lovers. There's a chance you've found a job somewhere, or even started a service of your own, or picked up a dozen new hobbies. But however you fill it, the minutes and the hours and the days go by--and then it's months. Years. You have a life here. You're a different person.

And then someone shows up. Someone you're close to, that you care about. They're here, and you're so happy, that at first, you don't really see it. Or maybe you do, and you just pretend. But it's there, every time they look at you. Something strange in their eyes that you can't define. That you don't want to. Something that's part of that future you haven't lived through yet, that you haven't wanted to know because knowing means you carry the weight of it. Everything you learn here, you're burdened by, because you can't change it once we leave. Good, bad, whatever. It will be, and knowing about it, dissecting it, taking apart all the choices and the causes that made it happen?

Won't change a damn thing.

So what do you do? Because this person is here, and you want them to be. You want them to be in your life, but at the same time? If they look at you that way, even once more, you think it might really drive you mad. You want to fix it, whatever it is, but you can't. You want to know, but you don't. You suspect, but asking for the truth just makes it real.

Is it fair? To them, to you. Can any approach to this be considered "right?"

And what does it change about who you are now, in this place?


[[End of Anonymous Text Post.]]


[Once it's done, Cami sits back in her chair, surveying the empty office. It isn't just the future she's concerned about, but identity itself. She would have been, even if Hogwarts hadn't brought the question into sharp relief, but it has--it's shown her just who she might be, what she might enjoy had she come from a different world. If Klaus had as well.

She knows she needs to decide just what to do about that complicated mess, but there's more to her life than just her relationships from home. For the better part of a year, she'd lived on her own in Wonderland, the sole representative of her version of New Orleans, or even that particular earth. She's not the same Camille O'Connell who arrived in the tunnels almost two years before (three counting the one she'd gone back home) because she's not untouchable. She's been so focused on trying to "help," other people, and now Cami thinks she understands why.

Because when Hogwarts first faded, her instinct had been to get on the network, and reopen her office with some speech about altered identity--because then she wouldn't have to think so hard about her own.

A few hours go by between her first transmission and the next. This time, however, she's on the video, a small smile on her lips that speaks more of apology than confidence.]



[[Video Post]]

Hi, all. My name is Cami O'Connell, for those of you that don't know me, and I run the therapist office on the sixth floor.

[Now the hard part. She takes in a breath, and lets it out.]

I've been thinking a lot about how I've been living in Wonderland lately. I've wanted to believe I've held myself together with dignity most times--but that isn't true. I'm more than just my self-appointed purpose, and I think somewhere along the way, I forgot that. I wanted to be my profession so much, I pushed aside the rest of it. It's been a great way not to deal, but this is Wonderland, and I'm human. There's only so many times I can be hit before the cracks begin to show.

I've...died here. [She drops her gaze momentarily, although the pain of that has largely faded in the time since. She's never admitted it this way, this publicly.] I've seen people I care for die. I've seen others broken. I've felt the helplessness of realizing my mind has been toyed with. My relationships, my memories, my life--everything I am. And I guess through all of that, I thought if I could hold on to one thing, make that consistent, I could rise above it all. But when that becomes a singular goal, it's easy to forget the real reasons why I chose to be what I am--and why I was good at it.

[Why she can still be, if Cami gets her priorities straight. She huffs out a small laugh, her voice softening for a moment.]

Wow. It almost feels like I'm at confession.

Anyway. For those of you who've seen the less dignified version of me, I'm sorry. For those of you who have trusted me, thank you. And for those of you willing to accept a flawed, ordinary human as a therapist, I'm going to start keeping office hours again, starting now. Feel free to knock, or leave a message, and we can set up an appointment. Sixth floor, room twenty. I'm here to listen if people want someone to talk to.

That's all.

[[End of Video Post]]




[[ooc: So there are two broadcasts! The first one is an anon text post and the second is a video post. Feel free to respond to either; just let me know which! Cami's replies to the first will be all text, all anon unless otherwise noted.]]
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Well, ladies and gentlemen back home, it looks like through the Looking Glass is a real place. Yours truly has managed to land himself in Wonderland, of all places, and it turns out it's not nearly as fake as we all thought. I haven't really had the chance to explore yet, but trust me, I will, and I'll make sure to include all the details for your viewing pleasure. Not that any of you are reading this, of course. No wifi = no blogging, unless one of us manages to smuggle an archive of our blog entries out of here and back into our own reality.

Sounds wild, right? And you all thought that zombie horde Becks and Alaric and I fought was cool.

Guess what?

I bet I can get into way more trouble here.

...And to everyone in Wonderland who is reading this--hi. Shaun Mason from After the End Times. I know I'm not transmitting out, but if there's any chance I can show this to the folks back home, I'm gonna take it.

Hey--has anyone ever had a paintball fight in that hedge maze?
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My name is Georgia Carolyn Mason. I'm a licensed journalist from After the End Times. Five years ago, on a website that is inaccessible from this location, I started my blog and wrote my mission statement: to always tell the truth no matter the cost. For the past several months I've been following Senator Peter Ryman's presidential campaign and reporting on his progress. For the past few minutes, I had been running for my life after someone blew up my trailer. It turns out that cost was a lot higher than I ever anticipated. And that was just zombies and a government conspiracy. What will the cost be for telling this new truth: that I seem to have woken up in a literal fairytale?

I tested clean five minutes ago, and hallucinations have never been one of the symptoms of Kellis-Amberlee. I'm forced to conclude that this is, indeed happening and not a very strange dream. I would like nothing more than a way to send this information home so that our readers could know about this, but I've done my research. All sources indicate that is, for the time being, impossible. So, I suppose, I'll just have to start reporting here, and know that someday, should the opportunity arise, I'll be able to bring the news home.

In the meantime, if anyone here is a doctor, or even better an epidemiologist or virologist, I have some questions.
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[personal profile] chocolatepudding
Guys...

[ Guess who's on the network and newly arrived to Wonderland? This kid, who isn't looking so good. He's in the dining room of the mansion, and just his head is visible--he's leaning as far back as the chair will let him, and he squints at the network as if personally offended by each and every person on there that isn't where he is now. When he speaks, it's easy to tell he has a bit of a lisp and is missing his front teeth. He's also going to be sick, from the looks of it. For someone who's brand new he's remarkably calm--it'll all hit him later. ]

The dining room can get you anything you want. Anything. You just gotta say it. [ Which isn't news to people but it's an absolute marvel for him. He groans, pained, and sinks lower into his chair.]

Oof, I--I think I overdid it.

[ And with a thwunk, he falls. There's another groan, an audible 'shit!' and the visual being broadcast to Wonderland is no longer of Dustin, but of an incredibly full table with nothing but junk food--including, but not limited to: fruit roll ups, a plethora of Hostess cakes, Poptarts, Bugles, and even something called burple. The next phrase comes from the floor, a small hand reaching up to start to hoist himself back up and onto the chair. ]

I don't feel good.

text;

Aug. 22nd, 2016 02:12 pm
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[personal profile] grahamalytical
[ Even though he's been in Wonderland for nearly two months at this point, this is the first time Will has made a post on the network, and only about the fourth time he's used his device at all. He's not a terrifically outgoing person, and it's easy for him to assume that people are probably better off without his input in most cases.

However, the network is clearly a good way to get answers and information, and ever since his conversation with Bedelia... He's been thinking a lot about "home". Been wondering if there are any people here in similar circumstances. It's been on his mind enough that eventually, he settles on simply straight-up asking people, if only to shut the train of thought down and put an end to the curiosity. And, perhaps, put himself a bit at ease. If that's even a possibility.

The question isn't posed through video, or even audio. This is more easily handled through text. And, it...makes the whole thing slightly less awkward, which doesn't hurt. ]


Is anyone out there uncertain about whether or not you'd like to go home?

Do you feel as though Wonderland may be the lesser of two evils? That you may be better off here than where you've come from?


[ Come and discuss any doubts you have about wanting to return to your world, Wonderland. Maybe you'll make him feel better about the disaster he'll be walking back into if and when he ever goes home. ]
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[personal profile] forwearemany
(The journal begins to record, obviously without its new owner's intention.

A Geth in a garden is probably a disconcerting sight. It's disconcerting for them too, albeit for an entirely different reason. They had not expected to encounter a garden, or anything else, ever again.

Legion begins to look around. It doesn't take them long to find the journal, and the residents of the mansion will get a good look at their flashlight face when they pick it up and stare quizzically at it for several moments. Upon realizing that it is recording, the flaps of plastic wrapped around their head flare out in an expression of surprise, and they click off the feed.

A moment later, they send a text.)


My reactivation is unexpected. Personality dissemination was irreversible.

Local flora matches that of the Human planet Earth.

(How is this possible?)
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[personal profile] walkingheroin
[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.

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[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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[personal profile] thesamurai
Who the hell knows what's about to happen. We get messages like this, I suggest you start stocking up on bottled water, non-perishable food. Blankets, essential meds, and toilet paper. Not joking. Sometimes the closets stop working altogether when something especially crazy comes.

Don't panic, but be smart.


Private - Philip

Meet me on the roof?

And now for the action part of this post. )

[ooc: will match style for the action portion; prose or brackets both work fine!]

text

Aug. 1st, 2016 02:17 pm
goeth: (fenostol-02)
[personal profile] goeth
so i looked up what i could online but none of it was helpful from an experience standpoint.

does anyone here know what kind of care a weasel needs? are they all really clingy?
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[personal profile] beatupgrass
[for normal Rocket, it's very rare to see him bothering with video, but for this world's Rocket, you rarely see her not doing video... not that there would be much of a physical difference. a fully clothed raccoon in a jumpsuit is still... a fully clothed raccoon in a jumpsuit to most people, but the reason for the video is abundantly clear by the fact that the voice that comes out of her is... well, Rocket's usual masculine voice.

half-world scientists weren't all that concerned about gender identity when it came to outfitting their cyborgs with functioning voiceboxes, meaning of course, she sounds like a guy. of course she does. and damned if it doesn't give her something ELSE to be pissed about.

either way, she's got a whole new reason to be pissy as she crosses her arms over her chest and glowers at the camera. at least her body language is pretty unmistakably female ]


Okay. So who wants to start takin' bets that Wonderland is gonna start announcin' shit and not followin' through just to see us all run around in circles tryin' to figure out what the new thing is.

I don't care what that pink jackass says. You can say anything's from your flarkin' planet if you wanna. That don't make it so.

[or maybe she just really feels like getting up gumball's ass about something, because they are friends. and by friends, i mean they hate each other.]
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[personal profile] luckynumberthree
[ So Simone might have been keeping her eyes open ever since the lizard had shown up on the Network a few days past. One of the local Residents showing up often prefaced things going whacky, but despite being on alert for it.... nothing seems to have happened.

....Yet.

Which is why she's flicking open a Network feed from the bar today, her expression faintly puzzled as Joe takes care of a few of the customers they've got in the bar. ]


So is anyone else getting a sense of anticlimax or have I been I missing something interesting happening somewhere that's not here?

[ For the duration of the event "Simone's" responses will be coming from an alt journal at [personal profile] runnerthree ]
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[He's going to regret this. He already knows he's going to regret this. But he has questions, and he's not exactly sure who to go to. Not his moms, not...anyone who would tell his moms, probably? He's going to regret this.]

So. Hi, Wonderland. Good afternoon.

[Facepalm.]

I just...I had a question. So. Here it goes. My question.

How do you
I mean, when you want to know what or how, or
I mean


[Stop saying 'I mean,' Henry.]

Girls. Girls and the things that make them girls.
When do you get to see those things?


[Oh, man. He's going to have a panic attack over girls and boobs.]

I'm not trying to. I mean I just. How does anyone ever get to see them if you're also trying to be respectful?

[This is all Kenzi's fault.]
[personal profile] breacher
[ Some people, when they first come to a brand new place, like to introduce themselves. They maybe get to know people, socialize and make friends or at least make nice with those who have been around longer — you know, that sort of thing.

And then there's this guy.
]

Tell me you have a clinic here.

Or a bar.

I'm not picky at the moment.


[ There's a newcomer wandering the halls of the mansion today, the brim of his baseball cap tipped low, body language cagey at best. He's doing his best to keep his head down and his hands firmly in his coat pockets — except for when he's got his device out and is tapping out messages to post to the network rapidly. It isn't long before he comes to a stop at the stairs between the fourth and fifth floor, lifting a hand to rub at his temple idly as he lowers himself down to sit for a moment.

He seems tired — exasperated, almost, but run down more than anything else. And if he happens to bear a resemblence to another recent arrival, well. That's probably entirely coincidental. Probably.
]

[Video]

Jun. 15th, 2016 12:30 am
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Dear Wonderland.

[She says it like she's starting a letter. To all of you Wonderland girls and guys! She's obviously in her room, the wall of pasted-on Polaroid photos behind her, with softly lit lanterns hanging across the surface on thin wires. It's late at night- or rather, it's the wee hours of the morning. Max has no idea how much the old midnight gang of insomniacs still prowls around the network. She used to be pretty active at this time- not so much anymore.]

This is gonna sound kinda weird, but I swear I'm not off my rocker. Maybe groggy and craving for food, but not crazy.

[ Come on Max, stop embarrassing yourself on the network!]

I was just thinking that I would've graduated by now, since it's June. I'd probably be scrambling to find some sort of arts college that I can afford or that I can even get into. [Or not. Spending a year traveling and taking photos sounds great, too, but college seems pretty important.] And it sucks that I don't have school here.

But... obviously a lot of things suck about Wonderland. Nutso mirrors, certain newbies showing up, all kinds of scary mystery type stuff, nasty events. I mean, sometimes it's... just shit. [Like the past few days, for a lot of people. The network's been full of downers. Her brow furrows as she looks to the side, and her mouth curves into a slight frown.] And I'm sure some of us are bringing in a ton of messed up baggage from back home, too.

[She holds up a stack of instant photos, maybe seven or eight. She angles the stack sideways, so only the sides can be seen by the camera. The girl's still a little too shy to show the actual images.] But see this? Each one's a photo of a... a friend I've made here. People I could actually hang out with. [She waves the little stack at the screen, preparing herself for this next admission.] That's more friends than I had- have in my school.

So yeah, Wonderland totally bombs sometimes. But there's some pretty good stuff going on, too. And I know this is gonna be really hard right now, but I want to hear it- what's something you're super grateful for? Something you might never have had if you hadn't fallen down the rabbit hole? [She tries to make it sound like it's fun challenge, smiling timidly at the screen.] Cuz I'm sure you could name at least three things.

[[OOC: After the post, she leaves her room to roam around the mansion, phone light in hand. Feel free to bump into her wherever! Also, she'll be replying to all responses, even the ones after sunrise.]]
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[Damon is not happy, and definitely not drunk enough for this. At first, he assumed he'd been hallucinating, on some trip after drinking bad blood. However, he has been roaming Wonderland for hours on this bright and early morning, while everyone else was likely asleep. He’s poked his head in where it doesn’t belong, waiting for the hallucination to fade. Spoilers: it doesn’t. He finally studies the communication device, accepting that this is either one very long dream or he’s actually here. Somehow. He’s on the main floor, pressed up against the marble pillar, staring up at the ceiling. It takes minimal effort to skim through previous entries before he switches to video.]

Question #1, for the masses: How drunk do you have to be for this place to start making sense? Because I’m starting to think this poor, lonely bottle's not gonna cut it. [Damon looks to the bottle in his hand with a little sigh, tapping his fingers on its surface.] Looks like we're not in Kansas anymore, Toto.

[He takes a long drink, swallows, and sends the camera a slow but absolutely charming smirk:]

Question #2: what’s the one thing you wish someone had told you on your first day in the merry old Land of Wonder, but failed to?

[Damon points a finger at the camera with the hand that's still partly wound around the bottle] And go. Best answers get a pony.
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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-]


Fuck.

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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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[As the video starts to play, the person on screen looks like they've come about as close to the brink of death as anyone can manage and still come back from it. Her dark hair is pulled back from her ghostly white face and pale blue eyes that are normally accentuated with black eye makeup, appear to be lined with blood. Her tongue flickers out over dry, cracked lips and the picture is shaky, as if the person holding the camera has unsteady hands.]

Aren't you supposed to take the red pill before you wake up in bizarro land? [The woman trying to inject as much vibrancy as she can manage into her voice, despite the obvious struggle to do so.]

There should at least be food. Like, nachos. Why don't any of my kidnappings ever come with nachos?

[The shake of the camera worsens as she pulls one hand away, trying to rub away the evidence of what had happened before she woke up here.]

As comfortable as this floor is... if somebody could point me in the direction of food? [Aware of how she looks, her hand vaguely gestures to her face.] It's okay. It was just a minor case of Fae plague. A burger or six and I'll be good to go.
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[ooc: Set up throughout the event if anyone for anyone who might be in trouble or need some help from spider-man. You can either contact him on the network or just have your character in trouble since he's running around trying to save people. :) Also, if you're just out and about and want to be surprised by the dude in spandex on the ceiling that's an option too.]

[This is voice primarily because Peter's finally put the suit back on, and he doubts seeing a masked face on the screen is really going to be helpful right now. He arrived with it on under his clothes with the mask in his backpack, but with so many other people who had powers, it didn't feel necessary to wear it. Now the whole world's going to hell, and it's scary, and he's always felt more capable (and confident) when he's wearing the suit (put it on, the mask. it's going to make you strong). Over the front of the mask, there's a gas mask. It's Spider-man with a gas mask.

It's a thing that's happening.]


If anybody's stuck somewhere or you're getting overwhelmed and need help, let me know. I can help you get out. I can keep you safe. Trap the Infected. I've got powerful sticky stuff.[-- wow. that was- wow. Peter facepalms, groans low (definitely not turning red right now), and then seems to remember he's doing a voice post right now. Apparently the suit's snarky confidence only works in person.]

Webbing. Specifically. It's strong. It'll trap them. I'm also going to create like survival packs in those, leave them around with stuff like water and food in them. So uh, yeah. Stay safe, ask for help, and wear a gas mask like we were told. It's very stylish in the May-Save-Your-Life way.

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Apr. 16th, 2016 11:05 am
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If anyone needs a safe place to stay until this is all over, the diner is available. There's plenty of food, water, and we should be able to gather up any other supplies we need.

[Souji's tone is preoccupied, because he's already thinking ahead to all of the things he needs to accomplish in a short period of time. But he thinks to add one more thing before cutting off his feed.]

I have some healing magic if anyone gets hurt. I can't cure...whatever this is, but I can help with physical injuries. If anyone needs help, let me know.

[OOC: A mingle log will go up shortly in the log comm. Feel free to reply here or head over there and hang out. :>]
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[voice ~ ota ~ a few hours after ellie's annoucement]
[There, again, is no video and this is more of a public service announcement, but Freya speaks quickly and clearly all the same.]

In order to keep the infected out, I'm going to be putting a barrier spell in place on the bar on the fifth floor. I'd like to try and protect as many people as I can, but once the barrier is in place, nothing will be able to physically pass through it, even something as small as spores.

[If she had more time, and maybe access to the blood of one of the infected, as dangerous as that is, she might try to tailor the spell to something more specific, but for now she's just going to work generally, because who knows how Wonderland may have affected her magic.]

The spell takes about an hour to put in place which means that if you wish to make use of this protection, you have an hour to arrive with any supplies you may have. I'm sure we will be able to retrieve some from the closets, but a little extra wouldn't hurt, just in case. If you are a magic user I would especially like your help, as the more of us work together, in theory the stronger the spell will be.

[Basically, she needs you to be magical batteries, but she's not going to say that out loud.]

After the spell has gone up, I won't be able to leave, but I will be able to astral project and conjure fire. If you are in trouble, please reach out via the devices with your location and I will try to help you if I can. I can only do it so many times per day, so I will not be able to help everyone without sapping my strength, but I can try.

[She wouldn't have done well with sitting in the bar doing nothing, regardless, but she knows she can only help so many and maintain the barrier spell at the same time. She is an overachiever and she's had a thousand years learning how to perfect doing that safely.]

My name is Freya. Please stay safe.

[And with that, the feed will cut out, but you all are welcome to join her at the bar.]


[ooc: Feel free to use this post as a mingle for the bar for the five days of the event, as well as for responding to Freya via the device, just mark your subject lines accordingly! I will be setting up a thread for the spell itself in a bit which people are free to wander in and out of as they see fit. Everyone who responds will get a Freya. If you want to get more specific plotting before we launch into something, feel free to PM this journal or hit me up on AIM/plurk = iluvroadrunner6.]
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[ At first, there are a lot of nondescript sounds and images, as if she turned on the feed and promptly forgot about it. The voice of a preteen girl lets loose a string of muttered curses. Objects rustle, clatter, shuffle. Heavy footfall. Eventually, Ellie shows her face, clearly trying to be more informative thank panicked, but the fear makes it into her eyes and voice. ]

Hey, remember when I thought it'd be helpful to say what kind of crap might follow us here? ... Yeah. Totally right about that. [ Distracted, the camera shifts to show a sideways view of the hallway without much of interest to see there. Ellie walks for a while, still producing swears on every other exhale, though she quickly returns to the video. ]

If you saw Max's broadcast, then you know... something's up. And the zombies? Aren't zombies. They're Infected, they're... basically the same, except they're not undead, or whatever. Those things are still alive. And they... fucking... followed me here.

[ In a manner of speaking. For anyone who's ever wondered about the hopeless world that Ellie was pulled out of, this will be a lovely first-hand opportunity to learn. ]

Right. Okay. So, what you need to know. [ Hopefully people aren't asleep. This occurs to her and she stops short, trying to figure out if she has time to go door to door and pound on them until their residents can flee. More swearing. ] ... If they bite you, or scratch you, you're screwed. They might be in the basement now, so we've got some time. I went down there, and they look like Runners, so they can see and hear you, and they're fucking fast.

[ Hence the name. Cue sights and sounds of Ellie stuffing a bunch of supplies into her backpack. ]

Oh, yeah. So, that's not all. What they're sick with? It's a fungus, and its spores are... down there, but if those guys come up here, then the spores'll be everywhere. If you breathe them in, you're done. Just-- get outside, grab supplies, weapons, and definitely a gas mask, and get out of here. It's just gonna get worse.

[ Shit. There's so much more she wants to say, but her mind is both blank and racing wildly, and all she can really hold onto is that she has to find people and keep them safe. Ellie swallows, face set, clearly pained by what she knows is about to happen. ]

Endure and survive.

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