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[ The Doctor turns on the feed and waves energetically a bit. Clearly something's tickled his fancy and now he's going to share it with whoever happens to be looking or listening. ]

Right, so the forest. Blimey, but it's gorgeous. The trees are just so tall, it's almost as though they grow right up into the clouds.

Well, at least, they might if you could see the clouds from way down on the ground.

[ He rubs at his chin before continuing, still grinning all the while. ]

Though, it's a bit too easy to wind up turned about in there, as I found out. It wasn't bad, though. I just lost about a day. Could've been a lot worse, really.

[ Although, you'd think he'd lost a bit more than that, since that event was days ago, and he's only just now commenting on it. ]

So, how is everyone? Everything alright?
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[She touches her ear lightly, dressed elegantly but confused in her manner. Thank goodness she had stepped foot in this world before, otherwise she would be greatly afraid. Her voice is a thick French accent, but she is speaking English.]

I am looking for a man, tall and thin, strange and erratic in behavior. He goes by the name "The Doctor."

[A small pause]

This is Wonderland, is it not?

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[When the transmission begins, Alice is in a tearoom having a cup of tea. Though, should anyone attempt to find her, they will find all of the tea rooms empty.]

That was a nice party, wasn't it? It's a shame everyone had to go home before they spoiled - I would have loved to have that many people here all the time! Everyone would have friends everywhere and not a single soul would be lonely. It sounds absolutely grand. The more the merrier, right? Isn't that how that saying goes?

[She hums thoughtfully.

But is more merrier? A person can be perfectly merry on their own, if they want to. How does one go about measuring merriness, I wonder? Is there some sort of merriness scale? Though, maybe that's not right either. I don't think merriness weighs anything so it would be silly to use a scale. You'd have to use a cup, I think! Or maybe it's the sort of thing you count and whoever has the most merriness is the merriest! That sounds about right. It must be a countable sort of thing. An accountable sort of thing?

[They sound like they could be interchangeable, so she shrugs it off and lets it go. Sort of.]

Or, wait. No, perhaps it's how much merriness you can fit inside of you. This might need to be solved with a merriness-eating contest. Then whoever eats the most merriness would be the most merry! That's absolutely brilliant, if I do say so myself!

Does anyone else have any good ideas?
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[ What a wonderful day, Wonderland! Not only is the sun shining, not only are the trees and flowers sprouting the first hints of their bloom, no! The snow is finally gone, and all across the grounds the grass is luscious and green and- and moving. Rustling. Shaking with all the force--

With all the force of a standard-size hammer. Being dragged slowly up one of the Checkerboard Hills. By a standard-size lizard.
]

'Bout time, 'bout time, heeeeeere we goes now. [ That's awfully poor manners, talking with a mouthful of hammer! The lizard quickly lets go of the wooden grip, and smacks his jaw a few times. ] S'cuse me-- [ He sticks out his tongue, and rolls it back in. One last smack, and he's finally looking mighty pleased with himself. By lizard standards, anyway. Probably. ]

That's all better, right it is. Keep back there, ye hear me? Don't nobody come over snoopin' while Bill's at work; don't want ye lot go tumblin' over me tools, or wander all 'round and go get nails stuck up yer foot, or watch yer step none and get a plank to yer head, or tumble over me tools, or tumble me tools, me-- Me tool!

[ A speech so moving, it's even gone and moved Bill's hammer to slide all the way back down the grassy slope. He follows it flailing, tail and limbs all waving about, until the grip is back in his mouth. Mumbling with a mouthful of tool he makes his way back up the hill. ]

Me too late, eh? Eh? That'll be the day! Gots here just in time, I did, gonna make it look just right on time! "Bill," I says to me own self, "Bill, go on, make the Queen proud"! And lookit, here. I. Am. Right on the dot, all right on schedule, all in a day's work that is. You lot, don't ye worry none, I'mma fix it all right up, right on the dot right on schedule, right in a day's work, right... right... left... right, right again, don't wanna get a prick of me own nails, ha!
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[It takes a little bit of time for Lily to sort out the device once she's found it on her person, but she's always been a resourceful girl. She also has the benefit of being raised among Muggles, meaning that Muggle technology isn't exactly foreign to her -- though this seems to be years beyond anything she's had the opportunity to use. At the very least, she finds that it has features in common with both a telephone and a camera, enough to very plainly mark it as useful.

Though it takes some poking and prodding, she manages to open up what she assumes is the audio feed. While it doesn't seem to be directed to any one person in particular -- and if it was, she's not even sure who she would go out of her way to call -- it's very decidedly on, and so she decides to cast a line and see if she gets any bites, figuring it must work like a radio if not a phone.

It's not like she could be any worse off than she is at the moment, right?]


Is anyone out there? I've been up and down these halls the last fifteen minutes. I've never seen so many mirrors in one place.

[Maybe she should try something a little more specific. This place is unmistakably magic in some way, and that means that talking about magic itself can't possibly be off-limits.]

I found myself in the middle of your hedge maze; I think I must have touched some kind of portkey. What's the big idea, dropping people in your garden without warning, anyway? I'd like to find the way back, if you don't mind. I've got school.

[If she misses the train and thus ends up being an absent Head Girl on the first night, so help her.]

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Mar. 17th, 2014 12:19 pm
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[ she's been missing for a month. cora doesn't know it for certain, but she can sense something is different about wonderland. it's the smell, the way the leaves crunched differently beneath her feet when she walked out of the woods earlier that day. she can't quite put her finger on what's different, but she knows that the world she had left behind earlier that morning (five weeks ago) has somehow shifted on its axis. ]

[ however, despite her suspicions, cora's not going to bother with the pleasantries. nor is she going to bother to ask. she doesn't do network posts — doesn't see the purpose in them — but she'd been out for a run in the woods. she'd gone out in hopes of pushing herself out of her negative headspace, but has only seemed to dive further in it. ]

Throw a dog a bone.

Anyone know any good jokes? Could use a couple. My brother doesn't smile much and it'd be nice to see him :) for once.

Or :D if I'm lucky.


[ ha ha. something is off and perhaps it's because derek hale has learnt how to smile. ]
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[Still not having learned his lesson about showing his face, the feed starts and immediately gives its audience a view of a helmeted face. Despite all the questions he gets about it, he still doesn't even think about it before starting the video.]

So I'm sure this has been asked before. Probably a lot, actually. A lot of you might be sick of answering it, even, but I'm curious.

[That's a good way to start one of these things, right? Let everyone know they'll probably be bored by what's coming? That'll really draw people in.]

How long have you been here? And what's the longest someone's been here, if anyone knows? [His head tilts just slightly, giving him an inquisitive look. However, his voice flattens a little as he continues.] I'm just kind of looking for an idea of how long I'm going to be here. Though with this place, I'm betting the amount of time varies too much for any sort of pattern.

[He'll just huff over that for a minute because man, he'd love for there to be a pattern or some clear schedule to this sort of thing. He hates the disorder of it all so much.]
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[ when the camera first turns on, the feed is still moving, looking a lot like a home movie might with the person in front of the camera trying to get it set up straight. and then when it stops, mary margaret steps back into the frame, smiling brightly once she's set up.

around her is what looks like a food-network style kitchen, somewhere between homey and industrial, with so much baking supplies pulled out and set out all over the counters. mary margaret's got an apron on, with a floral print, and the sleeves of her blouse are pulled up past her elbows. she looks excited, and when she settles into the spot she's decided on, her hands move to her hips. ]


Hello, Wonderland! For those I haven't had the chance to meet, my name's Mary Margaret. I've been here in the mansion for a little while now, but this is my first announcement so far.

[ for a brief moment she looks almost self-conscious, muttering a i hope i'm doing this right under her breath before she takes a deep one, straightening back up. excited, remember? ]

When I came down to the kitchen today I noticed it was much bigger than it has been. And with an endless supply of materials, I figured it would be worth reaching out to the network. [ does her smile brighten a little? maybe. ] I'm by no means an incredible chef, but I can make a few pretty good dishes, and I do love to bake. If anyone has some free time, or would like to learn how to make a few basic dishes, I'll most likely be here all day.

There's plenty of room in here for anyone who might be interested, and for those who might not want to make anything at all, I'm sure we'll have extra food if you're hungry. Don't be afraid to just stop in!

[ a wave, and then she's leaning forward again to turn the feed off. ]


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[She's been here for a few hours now, and really isn't sure what to make of anything. She's tried to do the exploring thing, and now feels as good of a time as any to do the talking over the communicator to people. When she pops up on screen, she's awkwardly smiling, and looks off to the left and to the right before speaking. Oh, this just feels weird.]

Is it on? Hello? [She purses her lips together, and eventually decides that yes it is, and gives a firm nod of her head. Her smile becomes a little more warm at that point, and she flips a hand up in a wave.]

This is all real, isn't it? Really, actually real. [Some of the things that have happened recently, she's a bit unsure about all of that.] Right then, I'll take this over being dead any day. But -

[A pause, and then she's left frowning.]

I'm looking for someone, thought that maybe he might be here. Answers to Doctor. Not a doctor. The Doctor. Dunno why he insists on being particular about that, but now he's got me doing it too. [Which is just great, really.]

He's easy to pick out of a crowd, what with the tweed and bow tie -

[Oh wait. Her Doctor might not be wearing those anymore. New face, new man, new style. She frowns deeply, looking pained, and gulps down her emotions as she forces herself to continue talking.]

And the inability to stay out of trouble. Also the eyebrows. They look a bit like white caterpillars. Doubt he's shown his face, but if he has, I could really use his help in getting out of here. I've been to plenty of topsy turvy places here lately. Not really looking to stay in this one long term.

[ooc: I wasn't sure if the event ended at midnight on the third or on the fourth, so please think of this as going up after the event's over! Sorry for any confusion.]
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[Crowley isn't exactly enjoying this event per se, but he is liking it a fair sight more than the last, like...fifty events. This one has a slightly smaller chance of everyone he likes dying horribly, no one's going around murdering people this time, and the only real danger is from gravity, which isn't really a problem for his kind.]

[It's also been the first chance to stretch his wings in ages. He hasn't been flying in, oh...a century at least, probably more than that. This is an actual excuse to use his wings again, and wouldn't you know it, it's just like riding a bicycle.]

[He's currently lounging on a free-floating section of roof, feet dangling off the edge and sipping a nice red wine. His wings are folded at his back, feathered and black as his namesake except for the thin strip of white along the very tips of his primaries. At this point he doesn't even care who sees them. Practically everyone and their mum knows already.]


Not so bad, this one. It's practically a holiday after the year thus far, eh? Just a floating world--not even a monster to be seen. You know, the Japanese had an entire art form based on the concept of the "floating world." Well, not literally. Ukiyo-e, really quite lovely.

[He sips his wine delicately.]

I just hope all of you manage to keep your footing.

[Smug asshole.]

[For the whole event, Crowley can be found basically anywhere, flitting from place to place, drinking wine and enjoying the breeze, cold though it still is. For once he actually doesn't mind the cold.]
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[ The Doctor's never been one for sleep, and the only times he really does stop for a rest is when he's injured or drugged or otherwise incapacitated. But the point is, he doesn't require copious amounts of it, and it's for that reason that he's a little disconcerted just now.

For all the traveling he's done and all the things he's seen, he's never been witness to a moment quite like this one: a moment that the video feed is happening to capture.

The Doctor's standing on a decent-sized chunk of Wonderland that looks like it might have been part of a corridor at one point. It's hard to tell, though, since it's well and truly broken off from the rest of the place, but there's definitely a bit of carpet clinging to the thing.

And judging from the way he's glancing back and forth, he looks as if he's contemplating trying to hop off his piece of Wonderland and land on the next closest piece. Which isn't exactly that close, hence the need for contemplation.

But he's got bigger fish to fry besides his own plans, and so he turns his glance back to the device to check in with the other denizens of Wonderland. ]


Everyone alright? Got a piece to hold on to?

[ He hopes so, as hurtling through the air to who-knows-what hardly seems pleasant. ]

I'd say this is a little curious, wouldn't you? I don't know about the rest of you, but entire buildings don't just break apart on a whim.

[ It's something he'd like to investigate, if he can just move past the part about being trapped on a floating piece of hallway. But for the moment, he's alright with just settling in and waving to anyone who happens to float by. If they get close enough, he'll try for a jump, if they're agreeable. ]

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Feb. 27th, 2014 12:05 am
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[Mark's filming himself again, in a quiet corner of the library. He makes an effort to look at the camera head-on--to project trustworthiness--but his tone is quite subdued, all the same.]

'Evening.

I--ah--I know this is coming a bit late to help with everything that's happened. I'm truly sorry about that. But I'd appreciate a minute or two of everyone's time, all the same.

We all know events--or crashes, I guess--draw on aspects of our memories, or our worlds. Often the worst of them. The network is a wonderful tool for warning people, if one of us recognizes something familiar, but sometimes people don't hear in time, or are cut off. So. A while back, Souji and I hit upon the idea of collecting everyone's speculations about what dangers we might bring with us from our worlds, and putting it somewhere everyone could access it.

[Adding it to the network database, say, or the notebooks, although he's not going to mention that publicly.]

For instance, I came here from an underwater ruin full of superhuman madmen. [He winces a little as he says it. It's been years now, and it still sounds crazy, especially in brief like that.] I'm currently recording everything I can remember of the place, and when I'm done I'll put the file on the network.

I'm happy to talk now, or anytime. But if you want to write something up and share it anonymously, I've got a low-tech solution here. [He gestures at a heavy metal lockbox sitting on the table beside him.]

You can leave whatever you want here, and I'll come back for it later. Or just slip it under my door. I'm in room three, second floor. And I promise not to trace you.

[He's picked up some momentum and confidence--projects have that effect on him--but here he falters again.]

At the moment I've got no way of knowing whether what winds up here is trustworthy. I'm all right with that--I'd rather have a mass of information with some flaws than nothing at all--but I'd welcome suggestions to...streamline this. If anyone has them.

Thanks, everyone. Please be safe.
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Anyone know how to fight a dinosaur?

[Someone got out on the wrong side of the velociraptor-susceptible bed this morning. Shirtless and rumpled and bleeding all over the toilet cistern he's sitting on, Luke's having the worst sleepover ever.

But there is a moment of peace in which to make this whispered video, and so he tacks on a maudlin revelation.]


America's stuff's disappeared. That means he's really gone, doesn't it?

[He knows it does. Doesn't stop him hoping someone will tell him otherwise.

Something heavy slams into the bathroom door, and Luke jerks back, staring for one, two tense seconds as he waits to recreate the worst scene in Jurassic Park. Outside, that shit-stirring little reptile is hissing and screeching like the smug bastard he is. He knows what he does.]


But the dinosaur's free. And mad. The dinosaur's really mad. Help. Please.

[Someone. Before he has to start surviving off toothpaste and soap flakes.]
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I need everyone to listen closely.

[It's unusual for Angel to show his face on the network, especially if it comes to leaving a message of his own. He'll reply to people here and there, but largely, he doesn't think it's worth the effort -- phones being the invention of a bored warlock and all.

But this is different. This is urgent, and it's written all over his face, his jaw squared and his mouth set in a hard line, tense.]


Your pal Tom that started warning people over the network, apologizing for this creep from his world? Don't trust him. In fact, stay as far away from him as you can -- lock yourselves in, do whatever you have to do, but do it immediately. He's the one responsible for these murders.

[He hadn't been sure at first. He'd smelled the blood of more than one of the victims on Tom when they'd gone to investigate one of the more recent crime scenes together, but it hadn't been enough to go on -- Tom could have just gone to two or three different sites to help handle the aftermath and picked it up that way -- but then Angel himself had gone to each and every point of discovery. Every one.

And at each one, he caught the same scent. None of them belonged to this 'Harry Warden,' but each and every trail lead back to the same place.

He hadn't wanted to believe it at first, thought he had to have been mistaken, but his senses had never lead him wrong before now. People were surprising where demons and other vampires were predictable. Angel expected better from humans, admired humanity for what it was -- there were always bad apples, but even after two and a half centuries, he wasn't used to them coming in mild-mannered packages like Tom Hanniger.

Just goes to show. And yet, something about it still didn't sit right with him, like it couldn't possibly be as cut and dry as Tom lying, but there's no time for him to try and pick that apart now. What matters is keeping people away from him, getting Tom contained somehow and keeping him from doing any more harm than he already has.]


Every one of these crimes leads back to him. There is no Harry Warden, that story is nothing but a decoy.

Do not try to go after him on your own. He might be human, but that means he's unpredictable-- this guys is killing like he's got nothing to lose. Get yourselves somewhere safe, each and every one of you. Arm yourselves if you have to, just in case.

This will be over soon. I promise.

[He plans to see to that personally.]
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[The communication device flared to life. Is this even an event? It was hard to tell, but Minato didn't think so, especially since there was no warning about it from any of the native residents of Wonderland. In any case, event or not, there wasn't any time to waste on fear or regret, especially now. There was never any time for that, which was something Minato had learned and hadn't quite forgotten, even for during the much more peaceful times here or at home.]

If anyone needs healing, immediate or not, I can help.

[And Minato will leave the post up for the entire duration of the event. Or really, he could offer his assistance at any time after this event as well. His abilities were something that he hadn't thought of sharing unless he didn't have to, but he had to now.

Minato will be wandering the Mansion looking for anyone too who might need help. Feel free to ping or run into him!]
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[The feed begins with an image of a young girl simply staring into the mirror. She doesn't, at first, seem particularly conscious that she is able to see other people, or that other people might be able to see her through the glass. Rather, she slowly begins to smile, revealing rotten and missing teeth, and she lifts the mirror, angling it so that she should be able to see her matted hair. After a few moments of pouting and prinking and a good effort of trying to rub the dirt from her face with an equally dirty hand, Eponine begins to speak.]

Oh, a mirror! And all for myself. Oh, how glorious! I could watch myself all day, and so I should. But no – not for now, for I must concentrate. For before, I feared that I hallucinated when I saw a face that was not my own looking back at me – and when it talked, well… I have seen houses where there are none, and monsters who chase me, and I have felt stones that ghost children throw at me, and I have heard the rattle of the loom and the neighing of a horse when the streets were empty and all decent people were asleep. It is strange what one can see when you are hungry – but no. I am told that you are truly here, and that I can talk to you.

[She had spoken without stopping until she reached this point in her monologue. The words tumbled out of her, almost on top of each other, the next one pushing out before the one she was speaking was quite through. But now she stopped, and looked back into the mirror – properly looked, trying her best to conjure a face from it’s reflection.]

Please, Monsieur, Madame… will you tell me? Are you there or do I talk only to myself?
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[ The video broadcast is made at an uncomfortable 4 AM and for those who were around for the superhero Gotham event, it might be a familiar sight. It's Isaac, but he's dressed up in a suit and tie, donning a pair of sunglasses. ]

...Great.

[ The face he's making however says that it is indeed not great. This is made completely clear by him pulling the sunglasses off. ]

Anyone noticed this place likes to pull you back at the most inopportune times?

[ That's it, that's the video broadcast. ]
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I mean, I've seen angels-- Maybe even crying ones, but nothing like this. [ Angels, of course it had to be angels, after everything with Gadreel. ] Back home, I would've said they're possessed, more like it's a spirit doing its work through the statues. But, if they're aliens, then I guess we have to deal with them a different way.

[ Beat. ] Like a lot of people have said, keep sharp out there. If anyone gets stuck and needs an extra pair of eyes, ring in. I'll be there.

[ Meanwhile, Sam is roaming the halls, shotgun in his hands for assurance's sake, at the very least. ]
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[ There really isn't a lot that can truly rattle the Doctor, but chief among the few things that can is the loss of the TARDIS, or damage to it, or anything that renders it unusable or separated from him. But even when they are separated, they usually manage to find their way back to each other, which is a very comforting thought.

But now, the Doctor can't even sense the TARDIS, which is very, very disconcerting. And it's made even more so because moments ago, he was on board, flying it to his next destination. But somewhere along the line, he was just... taken out of it.

It's all very annoying, really, and a bit rude, because one moment, he was relatively content inside his spaceship, and the next, he was on the ground on the outskirts of a forest, feeling as though his landing had been a rather bumpy one. But what's a little stiffness in the long run? He stretches a bit, hoping to work out the kinks, before he straightens up and has a glance around him.

It's not familiar by any means, and the TARDIS being gone is obviously still worrying, but he knows he won't find anything out by standing still. So, choosing a direction that seems the most innocuous (going deeper into the forest doesn't seem like a thing he should do, at least not right now), he takes off walking.

It takes him a bit, as he has to pass by the maze, various paths, and a fountain along the way, each one warranting a bit of a detour, but eventually, he comes upon the mansion, and he spends another few moments staring appreciatively. There's something about it that feels old, like it's been existence for years. But after a moment's reflection, he comes up to the doors, and pushes them open.

The Doctor has arrived. ]


Well, isn't this nice?

[ He pauses just outside the doorframe to take it all in, because the interior is very nice, but then, out of the corner of his eye, he spots something, and his expression drops. There's a moment in which he feels a surge of panic, because what he's just seen is absolutely bad news.

Don't blink, don't blink, don't blink, don't blink. ]


Oh.

[ And then the feed cuts out, because getting out of there seems like a smart thing to do. ]
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[Clara is pressed against a door, her hair wild and struggling for breath, as it shakes and jerks forward with the force of the zombies pressing against it, dozens of fingers curling around the heavy wood door from the room behind her. She obviously can't move without allowing the zombies in to the hall, and is barely holding her ground against the weight of the bodies behind her.]

You know, I've never like zombies much. Don’t even like the word, really. So of course, I'd get zombies for my birthday. I'm just about sick of shooting things and bashing their heads in, so thought I'd pop up a message letting anyone that might care know the likelihood of my being eaten right now is looking pretty hig-

[She gasps as her feet slip, the door pushing open more to reveal several zombie faces when suddenly-]

CLARRAAAAA!!!

[In comes The Doctor from the opposite direction and he's not alone. A right horde of zombies are following him, he holds out the sonic directly in front of him even as he closes the distance between them, running at full tilt.]

Quick Quick get over here! NOW!

[Clara rushes to The Doctor, stumbling, and as he catches her in his arms, fumbling with the sonic before aiming it at the ceiling which crumbles in large chunks, taking the zombies out in a symphony of horrid squishing noises and thumps and roars, The camera going black as both the Doctor and Clara disappear as well. There's darkness and the sound of debris settling for a long moment, and then suddenly light as The Doctor shifts, several feet away from the camera, having braced himself over Clara to protect her. He kicks off some of the debris with a grunt, and then there's a bunch of giggling from the two of them.]

Look at you, my own personal shield. If I had known you were so good at it, I would've insisted you show up in Wonderland sooner.

Well you know me, always Fashionably late. Cutting it close is my middle name. More or less.

And here I thought great big hero would be your middle name. Might want to work on the frequency of your sonic, though. Try setting it to something a little less...getting us caught up in the debris next time, yeah?

And miss this bonding time? Never. Though[And he looks over his shoulder, frowning.] It might not hold very long so we should-

[As if on Cue the rubble shifts, and several zombies lunge forward from it, one grasping at The Doctor's ankle, another sinking his teeth into his arm as he lifts it to defend them. The Doctor shouts in pain, and uses one foot to jam the zombie back, kicking it onto the other two and disabling them amongst the rubble. He scrabbles to his feet, kicking at the now disembodied hand still grapping at his pants leg, and drags Clara up with him.]


Go go go go go!

DOCTOR!
[as they rush off, leaving the device where it lays, the zombies free themselves and lumber forward, nearly a dozen of them climbing over the device before it finally times out.]

( video )

Oct. 22nd, 2013 05:43 pm
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[ Rose Tyler is no stranger to portal jumping, accustomed to blinking and finding herself in another world, another universe, another plane of existence. Home, or her surrogate home, as she's come to think of it, is only a place to dust off her shoes before the next jump. Parallel Earths and alien fields and unfamiliar constellations up above are old hat now.

But Wonderland? The incredulous expression on her face is nearly amused, brown eyes warm and curious as she blinks into the camera, fingers raking lightly through dyed golden hair. Headquarters is going to get an earful about jumbled up cannon coordinates when she gets back. Still, she can't help but be a little fascinated by it all, despite the kink in all of her grand plans, her search for that someone she'll never be able to let go of, not ever. ]


's real, then? The Queen of Hearts and all that. I mean, it's a bit brilliant, really and I'm all about a good cuppa with a mad man every now and then but this isn't exactly what I was aiming for, y'know? The way out... still through the rabbit hole, or is that too easy?

[ There's a brief, uncertain pause, her teeth edging into her lower lip thoughtfully before she carries on, giving in to the other nagging question nearly always on her mind. ]

While I have you... does anyone here know the Doctor?

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Oct. 21st, 2013 05:11 pm
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Oh- Oh Really? That's unexpected.

[There's a man on the screen, his thick brown hair sticking up in all directions like he's been worrying it with his fingers, and the location is definitely near the fountain, where he sits on the edge and grins at the camera, curiosity glinting in his eyes and his face incredibly animated.]

Hello! Aren't you brilliant? Never  thought that the afterlife would come with wifi! Well, never expected there was an afterlife at all, actually, but wifi is probably the last expectation I'd have if I did.  Learn something new every day!

I'm The Doctor, by the way. [There's a bit of a flinch to that, and he tilts his head side to side as if weighing his next word.] Thouugh, if one of my theories are correct I may not be the only one. Fantastic gardening here by the way, bit Alice in Wonderland. You know I took Charles with me on a short trip to  Mimsy, a planet in the Mirror Galaxy that's around, oh say ninety percent gardens? Bit of a squabble going on at the time. He claims not to remember a bit of it but honestly I think he just wanted all the credit. Definitely not Mimsy though...Smells wrong. 

[He clicks his tongue and takes a breath, looking over the camera and around at his surroundings again. Then after a moment he looks back, a charming smile on his lips.]


Anyone want to catch me up on the goings on here? Always liked a bit of gossip. Ta.

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