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[Hello, Wonderland. It's your resident feral child with a Very Important (to her, at least) announcement. Some of you already know her and will probably recognize the obvious warning signs that she's not only upset but is well on her way to a full-blown fit.

Those of you who haven't met her yet... well, here you go. Cue one dirt covered child frowning rather peevishly at the screen. There's a clearing just visible over her shoulder and it looks as though it's been ripped to pieces. What can she say? Before she made her post, she was exceptionally thorough in her search.

It takes her a second to form the words she wants to say but, when she speaks them, they're stated in an unusually clear tone - for her, anyway.]


Peter- [She stops. No. That won't work. They don't all know him by that name, here. He let her call him that but he went by another name. She pauses then tries again.] Pan gone. Not here. [She pauses again and her face scrunches up into a look that is part tearful and part furious. Her next words are spoken with absolute certainty.] Wonwerwand bad.

[And stupid and awful and she hates it and a whole slew of other words she doesn't bother trying to use. She sticks with bad because bad pretty much covers it.

And there you have it. Just a public service announcement that one Peter Pan is no longer in Wonderland, brought to you by possibly one of the only people legitimately upset by this fact.]
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[For a guy who's used to paying with reality bubbles, creating small pockets of reality to deal up just desserts to those who have it coming, you'd think Gabriel would be a little less startled at finding himself in one.

One second, he's shoving a DVD at Dean and telling him and his brother to get Kali and get clear and the next he's not even in the same craphole motel.

So Gabriel takes his time, wanders the halls before he finally lays claim to one and fiddles with the device he found in his pocket. Convenient.]


Well I've got to give this place props. It ain't exactly the Ritz, but then again, they don't have places that respond to thought. [Gabriel is comfortably sprawled on a bed large enough to accommodate several, balancing a heroic-sized milkshake on his chest. Somehow he can drink it while laying down and not spill a drop.] Now, while I wasn't looking forward to the ol Royal Rumble with big bro, I would like to at least get an idea of who nicked yours truly and why.

Yanno. Just because.
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[It is a rare moment in his life where Hannibal is in something akin to a impotent rage. It seems those moments come with more frequency here in Wonderland, as he keeps tabs of all the wrongs the Dutchess, the Queen of Hearts, their whole entourage of masturbatory miscellany have done him. He'll find a way to get back at them, and when the moment comes he will strike.

This is a little different.

How does one seek vengeance against a demon? Therein lies the question. The first step is, of course, exposure. That he can provide in spades. When he makes the connection he presents Wonderland with the genuineness of his offended rage--the only strong emotion he can recall with familiarity--behind the lens of composure. ]


Good morning Wonderland. I have had enough professional experience with the criminally volatile to know that even when there is no police force present, it is best to expose unlawful and uncalled for behavior as a warning to others.

I was attacked last night, by one Anthony Crowley. I wish I could say that it was without reason but unfortunately, he had a reason. His reason was merely an inability to parse reality from fiction, or the choice not to. I should not have to continue to to validate myself against unfounded accusations. You should all know it is my professional opinion that Crowley is either delusional or, as is more likely, a highly effective demon, and not to be trusted. More than that, he is dangerous.

This may be my last communication through the public network for some time, though of course I am always open to private inquiry.

[ Private to Will, Private to Evelyn, two separate but identical messages ]

I could use your company, if you could spare it.
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Dear, oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. Look at the right and proper mess of it!

[ And a right and proper mess it is! A table with three odd legs on both sides of it, slanting wooden stairs leading nowhere at all, a birdhouse all crooked nails and no door, and a door with its handle wobbling uselessly at its center.

And in the middle there's Bill, looking worse for wear than ever before.
]

Want to tear it right down and start all over, I sure does, but how's a fella gonna keep it all straight in his head? Been thinkin' I'd do something nice for meself, and there it went! Don't matter how often I tries, it don't look right, don't look right at all. Can't be happy with it, don't matter how hard I goes at it. How's it look when it looks right? Been so long, can't even remember quite. Right and proper mess, ye hear that?

[ Listlessly lowering his lizardly head Bill crawls up and into his toolbox, and slowly out of sight. ]

Makes ol' Bill wish he weren't his own self at all...
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[He's calm, composed, as if he's practiced what he's going to say over and over before turning on his device.]

Hello, Wonderland.

[Michael clears his throat once, though he's not nervous, even if a small part of him is uncertain if this will be well received.]

I've decided to...have a get together..a party.. on the rooftop tonight.

[The archangel had decided that he needed to know more of the citizens of Wonderland, and had figured a group setting would be easier for him. Take the pressure away, and not force his social awkwardness on one individual at a time. Yes, a group would be better.

If this didn't work out, then he'd go back to what he'd been doing before. Trying to be invisible, and staying off of everyone's radar.]


There will be food, and drink. Whatever the closet gives me. It will start when the sun sets.

[He nods quickly, then ends the feed.]

[ooc: Feel free to post starters that can be left open for others to respond to as well as Michael.]
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[The video feed flickers to life to reveal the dirty and slightly scraped face of a young girl who might be familiar to a few still in Wonderland. Or maybe those who knew her from before are all gone, now. Lilly isn't sure but she's determined to find out.

The screen tilts slightly as she sets the device on the ground and scurries back a little bit. And yes, scurry is most definitely the best way to describe her movements. On all fours, legs bent oddly at the sides, feet flat on the ground, and knobby knees pointing skyward, she stares calmly for a second to make sure she's broadcasting and then...

Well, then she makes her request known. The words come out firmly, if a bit jumbled from her significant lack of proper language, but she figures the message will be received just the same.]


Pe-ter. Lilly here. Come.

[And because it got such an interesting response last time, and she's a little hungry, she quickly reaches out – gaze still on the screen – and snatches an insect from mid-air as it flies past. Then, of course, she pops it into her mouth with an audible crunch, drops back on her haunches, and begins to wait.

For about three seconds. Then something else catches her eye and she scampers off screen, then back, chasing on all fours something small, and probably furry, around with a delighted giggle and only partial focus still on the comm device.

She's three. What did you really expect?]
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[Clint does not like it when places screw with his head.

He has had enough people doing that in the past few weeks. He got better, recooperated under the care of friends and loved ones only to end up dressed in a sparkling jumpsuit chasing people around for validation.

He doesn't need any validation. He's good enough to be on this team without super soldier serum, without a strange history (even if -well okay his history is pretty strange.) but if people are screwing with him...

Between the pigs and this he's not particularly okay persay. Still. There's no real TV and it's really only by luck that he's gotten his music.

So he's made a space for himself out a bit into the forest where he's set up a few targets, gotten a few knives in addition to his non-explosive arrows and he's training. Some of you if you happen to pass by the forest might be able to hear him playing this song at unbelievably loud volumes.

However you're about to get a closer look. There's a loud thud first across people's filters before there's a faint video feed of...an ass.

that's right. Clint Barton's rear end across the network. Except then - in time to the music he discharges several seemingly impossible shots in time to the music before he vaults upwards into the tree, fires two more shots, then falls on the target. Stabbing it. It's a distant image but he's clearly got talent.

It switches to another song while he repeats the motions on a second hay bale. It finishes and he drops the bow exhausted before he wipes a hand over his face, grabs for a canteen and drenches himself. His hand goes to his pocket and there's a distant moment of panic before he retrieves it from it's space by the tree. The music has shifted once One more time as he reaches for it, pushing the button - apparently ready to speak...before he realizes that it's on.

Cue a very loud, highly inappropriate, very soldier swear, before the feed turns off.]


[Ten minutes later he responds with a text message.]

Unwise, to keep these things in your pocket. Hope you all enjoyed the show. So it's not a total waste, tell me your favorite song wonderland.

[Private to Tony and Bruce]

So what do I have to do to prevent unwanted broadcasts?
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[There is a sharp jolt of the camera upon activation, and the subsequent angle makes it very clear that the only reason it even turned on in the first place was because it had been knocked to the ground.]

[If Brittany was even aware, she was too busy to show. Busy dancing, that was:]

(cut for animated gifs) )

[A certain classic was blasting in the background, but judging from the heavy panting and sweat pouring down her face...every inch of her exposed skin glistening under the gym lights...wet patches all over her workout clothes...she'd been doing this for quite some time.]

[And most likely wouldn't be stopping anytime soon.]


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[The video feed cuts on amidst the sounds of random buttons being pressed. After a few seconds, a young girl's dirt-and-bruised-covered face appears on the screen. She's much too close to the camera and it's obvious she has no idea that anyone else can see this.

She pokes at the device once more, causing another series of various noises as buttons are pushed. The sounds bring a delighted smile to her face and she giggles before finally speaking in a way that a toddler typically would, despite her clearly being nearly school age.]


Moooosic. [She pauses then calls out with delight one of the few words she can say with perfect annunciation.]

Victoria!

[At the mention of her sister, the girl's curious gaze and joyful, carefree smile gives way to a sorrowful expression as memories of where she was, what was happening, rush back over her. Victoria said no. Victoria wouldn't go with her. Wouldn't go with Mama.

With a grunt of anger, she throws the device away from her, causing it to land at a slightly skewed angle on the ground. The child can still be seen, though, prowling about on all fours - feet flat on the ground and back arched in a very unnatural manner - as she continues to explore the area of woods where she's found herself.

A sniff of a pine cone, an absent bite of a bit of plant that she chews with smacking lips and zero regard for if it's actually edible or not, and she finally drops back on her haunches while turning her attention to the trees.]


Where Mama? [The words are as much of a whine as they are an order. A heartbeat passes and now she sounds as though she's striking some sort of deal.] Lilly stay. Mama come. [With her mind made up and her gaze still on the trees above, she suddenly reaches out and snatches a bug out of the air. Her attention flickers to the bug and she smiles ever so slightly, watching it crawl across her fingers... before abruptly shoving it into her mouth.

It makes an audible crunch as she begins chewing, doing her best to be patient while waiting for mama to arrive.]

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