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Oct. 11th, 2018 11:32 pm
mypartnerintime: (Thanks for the morning grope)
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[Max is not normally this chatty. Over-compensating for a bad event? Sure.]

Part I: blackjack!
So I have a kinda ridiculous confession to make. Ready?

I recently turned 21.

I dunno about you but Maxine and 21 dont exactly go hand-in-hand. When do I get my grown-up card? Was there an application form I missed?

More importantly I can now legally buy alcohol, and I'm going to celebrate that with a cool glass of orange juice. ^_^


Part II: spooktoberfest
Ok so where im from October is basically the best month of the year. Perfect nature aesthetic? Check. Throw on your favorite jacket? Check check. Spookster bonanza? Hella check!

In normal words: who knows if we'll have an event around halloween? Can we do something fun around then anyway? Maybe a mildly scary movie marathon, or a costume party... heck I'd settle for plain old-fashioned decorating.

Wow I am getting old. *eyeroll*
middlefinger: (tomorrow doesn't exist)
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[locked to: dan palmer, daisy johnson, natasha romanoff, peggy carter, shawn spencer, steven universe, ryuji sakamoto, jessica hamby, freya mikaelson, kol mikaelson, claire fraser, chloe decker, doc holliday, clementine and michonne]

Invitation Under Cut )

[locked to: shawn spencer]

I know you asked for me to check in with you to make sure you're still around/willing to officiate for the wedding, so consider this me doing so.
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…Is this really supposed to be calming?

[Jean’s device is propped up against his thigh as he sits at the edge of the docks. A red and white bobber would can be seen floating on top of the gentle waves, rocking in and out of view. His loud sigh is clearly audible over the gentle roar of the surf.]

This is boring, not calming. And the two aren’t the same. Boring means I have time to think about things I shouldn’t. That’s the opposite of calming.

[He compulsively reels in, and casts his line again. It doesn’t go as far as it could. He’s still getting used to this whole pole thing.]

Why do people even do this? If you’re trying to feed yourself, traps are way more efficient.

[A seagull cries in the distance.]

What a waste of time. I mean, I’m trying to waste time, but still. This is dumb. You guys agree, right?

[Jean, you’re going crazy. This obviously isn’t your hobby. Just give it up already and stop spamming the network with your inane rambling.]

[…He does like the attention though.]

[It's quiet for a few more minutes, before Jean speaks up again.]


Armin's gone. I dunno if anyone knew him that well, since he keeps to himself a lot, but he's gone. So that's why I'm fishing.

It's really not working.
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[This is one harried-looking Ryuji who turns the video function on. A grey, skull-shaped mask, temporarily removed from his face, rests on his hair, and a crimson scarf peeks out from the upturned collar of a leather jacket--unique fashion choices some might recognize if they've seen him during events requiring physical altercations.]

Uh-- sorry, I'm pretty sure now that damn grinnin' cat was talkin' about one of my memories. Ain't a perfect match, but... yeah, pretty sure.

[Just what he didn't need. He sighs.]

If you're mindin' your own business and suddenly you're someplace you don't recognize, watch yourselves. It's not just this place screwin' around with how the mansion looks, they're... they're real places inside people. Palaces. And Palaces make Wonderland look tame. You remember that crazy bathhouse? That was definitely a Palace or I'll eat my gloves.

[He was never very good at explaining the way the Metaverse works, partly because he'd never fully understood the science behind it. But as the only phantom thief left in residence, it falls on him to try.]

Listen. This part's important. I dunno why, but if you see someone actin' out of character inside one, they're not Sh-- [Ugh, how to put this in a way newbs will get...] They're not doin' what they're supposed to be doin'. The event's changed that part. I think they actually are our friends, just... just brainwashed. Whatever you do, don't hurt 'em or you might hurt the real thing. They might try to hurt you, but they ain't thinkin' straight!

That's all for now. Most of ya know the drill. Be careful and this shit should clear up in a few days once Wonderland's done munchin' on my brain.
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[ Shawn's bored, and when Shawn's bored, he starts messing with things until he either breaks them or discovers something new. And so, he realizes he can poll the community at large. ]

Poll #20297 Hey we can do polls on our devices!!!
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 17


Being in Wonderland reminds me of:

View Answers

The show LOST but without the plane crash.
4 (23.5%)

That one Narnia place with the Jesus lion.
2 (11.8%)

Actual Alice in Wonderland as Disney intended.
1 (5.9%)

An acid trip which I wouldn't know anything about but I've heard things.
5 (29.4%)

What I imagine Hell is.
0 (0.0%)

Maybe the world ended and we're all in some kind of holding pattern until a new Earth is found.
4 (23.5%)

That one game where people roll to decide how crappy things go for you.
3 (17.6%)

A combination of more than one choice (Explain via text to me.)
0 (0.0%)

Something not listed (Explain via text to me.)
2 (11.8%)

Click this if you either support an idea on this list or u love pineapples.
7 (41.2%)

middlefinger: (I'm now becoming my own)
[personal profile] middlefinger
[wynonna does not use the network often, and as she does so she's sort of making an informal wedding announcement, though she does not mean to, as her actual focus will become apparent soon.]

So. Has anyone just had the closets go completely rogue on them? Because I was looking for things to help me plan a wedding and somehow I ended up with this instead:

[she moves the camera to show off the siamese kitten she dug out of the closet along with some toys she pulled out for it after because she felt bad for it. it seemed so bored and restless.]

It's so cute I'd feel bad sending it back so I guess I am a cat-mom now? Which means this little lady needs a name. I'm pretty sure she's a lady -- I didn't see any balls on her.

[always a class act, wynonna.

but she has another thing she wants to talk about, so she adjusts the filters for the second half of the post, making it locked away from one doc holliday
]

Okay, so if anyone is still paying attention to this, I have a question: it's my fiancé's birthday in a couple of weeks and I have no idea what to get him and when I asked for anon advice about him last year it worked out okay, so maybe owning up to needing the help this time will work too. Just what do you get for someone who is turning 167 anyway?

Any advice would be greatly appreciated.
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Morning, Wonderland!

[ Leslie is bright-eyed when she addresses the network at 9 a.m. - a perfectly reasonable time - a coffee cup in front of her. ]

I wanted to take an informal poll regarding how you feel about the way things happen in Wonderland currently. Now, I realize we can't change being here or not being able to leave or when and why things happen, but everything in between we all directly impact!

[ Removing the lid of her coffee cup, she pulls out a diner style container of sugar, holding it in her hand, gesturing with it as she speaks. ]

First, if you could change one thing about what happened as soon as you arrived here, what would it be? And don't say I wouldn't arrive at all because that's obvious. I mean, tell me about the way information regarding being here was presented to you.

[ Now, she starts pouring sugar into her coffee. And pouring, and pouring. She's not stopping. ]

Second, what's one good aspect to this place you like? It doesn't have to be big, just positive. And if you don't have anything positive to say, maybe ignore this and move on. I mean it. Don't be a jerk.

[ She doesn't stop pouring the sugar until the coffee has visibly risen in the cup. Then she stops, stirs and takes a sip, humming because it's perfect. Then she adds the tiniest bit more sugar until she's finally done. ]

Last question: If you could see one kind of business here - keeping in mind that there's no money to be exchanged for goods and services - what would it be? Personally, I'd want an all-day breakfast restaurant. Now you go!

[ Leslie smiles and the feed ends, and now all she has to do is wait with her sugar coffee for the replies to roll in. ]
alsoagirl: "Tim McGraw" (Okay so what ha' happened was)
[personal profile] alsoagirl
[ When the feed starts up, Jessica's sitting there with her lips pursed like she's sucking on a lemon drop. She had a willing person. She'd done this before. Badly one of those times, but--well, whatever! She had a plan this time so potential death wouldn't happen again.

She clears her throat. She'd had plenty of time to rehearse this and get used to being able to send videos instantly--Youtube was still a baby in her time, okay--so here goes! ]


Hey, Mah-nato? Mee-nato? God, I hope I'm sayin' your name right. Uh, anyway. I know you been through some crazy shit, but I'm 'bout ready for some blood, if you don't mind.

[ She breathes out. He was so nice, so she was sure it'd be okay to ask, even if the timing was shit. But with all that fuckery on Monday, she felt like she needed it. ]

Lemme know when's good for you? 'Kay, bye.

[ After a few seconds of awkward silence, she makes a soft "oh!" sound before she remembers to shut the feed off. Well, that was easier than she thought it'd be!

Too bad she didn't realize her private message was far from private. Maaaaybe she should've played around with her device more. ]
kingtrousele: (I captured a human!)
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[At exactly midnight, the feed turns on to a very ecstatic skeleton. It appears that Papyrus is in his room, sitting up in his racecar bed and surrounded by different books. It’s like he made a book fort.]

THE DAY IS FINALLY HERE!!!! I HONESTLY DID NOT EXPECT THAT I WOULD BE HERE TO CELEBRATE IT, BUT HERE WE ARE!!

[He strikes a pose!]

MANY YEARS AGO, ON THIS VERY DAY, I WAS BORN!!! TODAY IS MY DAY OF BIRTH!!! OR, IN LAYMAN’S TERMS…TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY!!!! NYEH HEH HEH!!!

[He sighs, looking on.]

NORMALLY, I WOULD KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I WANT FOR MY BIRTHDAY…BUT THE MORE THAT I THINK ABOUT IT, THE LESS I ACTUALLY KNOW WHAT I WANT!! USUALLY I ASK FOR SOME COOL BATTLE-READY FIGURES, BUT I CAN GET, LIKE, A ZILLION OF THOSE IN THE CLOSET. SO THAT KIND OF TAKES AWAY THE EXCITEMENT OF THAT. THERE’S ALSO THE PROSPECT OF WISHING TO GO BACK HOME, BUT I’M ALSO NOT SURE ABOUT THAT…??? I…DON’T REALLY KNOW IF I WANT TO GO BACK HOME. I KIND OF DON’T WANT TO.

[For a moment, he looks deep in thought, concentrating hard, bony fingers tapping on the spine of a book. Then, just as quickly, he looks up to the camera as if he had an epiphany!]

…I KNOW!! MY BIRTHDAY WISH IS THAT I CAN CREATE MEMORABLE MEMORIES WITH MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS THAT ARE HERE FROM NOW UNTIL MY NEXT BIRTHDAY!!! HAPPY MEMORIES!!!! NYEH HEH!!

I MIGHT AS WELL OPEN UP THE FLOOR TO YOUR ANSWERS AS WELL!!! IF YOU’VE HAD TO CELEBRATE YOUR BIRTHDAY HERE, WHAT HAVE YOU WISHED FOR IN THE PAST??? AND!!! DID YOUR BIRTHDAY WISHES COME TRUE????? I’M EAGER TO HEAR YOUR ANSWERS!!!

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Jun. 5th, 2018 10:43 pm
townwithoutme: Song for my Stepfather - The Mountain Goats (I will be gone)
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[Kayo isn't someone who posts to the network often. She isn't very talkative, and she uses her words sparingly - certainly not the type of person to send a message if she doesn't have something to say, or something to ask.

On her arm, she's wearing the kinetic shield that Rick made for her - pink with kitten stickers, as promised. She's been trying to get used to the feel of it on her arm, the weight of it. Another person had offered to teach her how to make traps and defend herself that way, but they've since gone home.

So, it's time to ask around. The war isn't very far away.
]

What is the best way to protect yourself?

[That doesn't seem like enough though, so after a moment of hesitation she adds:]

...Or to protect someone else?

[She cuts the feed there, with no further context. Everyone probably knows why she's asking anyway.]
pearlfectly: (34)
[personal profile] pearlfectly
They say that keeping secrets is bad for our wellbeing.

[And Pearl knows a whole lot about just how bad keeping a secret can be for one's wellbeing, especially when said secret is forced into her and she is physically unable to speak the truth even thousands of years after the matter.]

[Yes, that hurts quite a bit.]

So I was thinking that we could all partake in an anonymous confessional! I'll go first, of course.

[She wonders if the truth would work over text, but oddly enough, she is too scared to try in front of so many people. Not scared that she could be free from the burden at last, but scared that it will be just as fruitless, and she'll have to face the reality of her apparently eternal mental captivity once more. Clinging to that little glimmer of possibility feels infinitely better than destroying it outright.]

[It wouldn't make sense to anyone but a few, anyways. Someday, somehow, the time will come. Hopefully. Maybe. Stars and heavens above, please. But for now, she had something a bit easier to stomach.]

Okay. Okay.
I like watching humans sleep sometimes.
kryptomight: (all my hot pockets are gone. .)
[personal profile] kryptomight
I'm. So. Mad!!

( his voice is loud and high-pitched, angry but more flustered than anything else. jon's careful not to let his tone raise too much--there's no need to shatter everything around him--but he's not quiet, either. sometimes you've just gotta yell!! )

What's--what's the point of all of this?! Why does this place gotta be so--mean?! My dad was here and now he's not, my best friend was here and now he's not, I made--I made friends and now they're gone!! Everyone a-always gets hurt and it's so unfair. I hate it! I--I wanna go home. . I wish this place would just go away for forever.
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[Sans is apparently dealing with the fallout of that whole event by doing what he does best--aggressively relaxing and pretending everything is fine. He's sitting on the beach, towel spread out beneath him and a beach umbrella propped up in the sand. There's an open bag of ketchup-flavored potato chips and some kind of nondescript can of soda with a straw in it. He's wearing a stupid, floppy beach hat and obnoxiously large sunglasses. He's got a fishing pole lying in the sand next to him, but right now he seems to be knitting.]

you know what the bright side of all this crap is? at the end of the day, they're just events. they suck, and then they're over, and then we have a couple weeks to just kinda...do nothing and wait for the next one. sorta proves that old saying, "this too shall pass," yeah? even if it's the worst thing that's ever happened, you're, uh...you're guaranteed that it'll end in just a couple days.

must be worse for the people whose worlds these events come from. yeah? they don't get that ending. they just sorta constantly deal with it. wonderland's almost like a...


[He spreads his hands vaguely at his whole beach scene he's crafted here.]

...a vacation. heh.

[He sets down his knitting for a moment to grab his soda. How does a skeleton drink from a straw when he has no lips? Don't worry about it.]

so, what...uh, what d'you think it means if someone dies and then comes back--early? like uh, a full day early?
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[ Snow hasn't slept since she woke up. For the first time in so long, she's had nightmares about the burning room in the Netherworld, of being trapped in flames the way she was during the sleeping curse. So, she simply isn't going to sleep until she can talk to Regina and see about some kind of potion or magic that can put her under without having to dream of anything at all. Hopefully, something like that exists.

But this means that she's dwelling on what happened. Her death in protecting Emma, the fact that her daughter was indoctrinated anyway. And that leads her to late night texting. ]


For those of you that have family here, how do you deal with the idea that you can't always protect them?

[ It's not a concept that's new to Snow. She held her newborn in her arms for all of thirty seconds before putting her in a wardrobe that took her so far away. Snow has fought magic, ogres and Lost Boys for her daughter but this time she failed. This time, she couldn't keep the worst from happening. ]

I realize it's a broad question. But I'm not sure I've ever thought I couldn't protect my daughter before. Not until the past few days happened. Maybe I just needed to get the words out. It's much easier to type them than to admit them out loud.

video

Apr. 2nd, 2018 07:37 pm
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[personal profile] 255000255000255
[ Monika is sitting placidly behind her piano, smiling like she has no cares in the world. However, something's...off.

Her ponytail is slightly askew, the bow drooping on one side, and her clothes aren't as clean and kempt as usual. But it's probably what's going on in the background that's more interesting.

As in her room is wrecked. Items are strewn about, things are broken, and her piano has an unmistakable crack in it. It's like a tornado tore through, that tornado being her. She doesn't care about wars or any other stupid bullshit, because she has more important things weighing on her mind.

See, the past month hasn't been too good to her. She had a body for a while. And now she doesn't. Monika doesn't like that. The asshole that killed her? Not only ruined her short time with a body, but also got to hit and run in the completely unfun way. She really doesn't like that. And being held captive by a demented bear? REALLY NOT LIKING THAT. Noticing a pattern here?

In short, she mad.

She gives a pleasant little hum, resting her clasped hands on the piano's fallboard. ]

Just a quick question today! Are there any robots around?

[ She blinks, still smiling. There are no underlying issues to address here, no siree! She is toootally not getting desperate for freedom, nope nope nope.

Everything is ab~so~lute~ly~ perfect! ]

Just curious~
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[It's Saturday evening. Long shadows are being cast through the library windows alongside gold shafts of light, framing the main desks of the library and the sensibly dressed man sat behind them.

The feed begins when he leans back after pressing the button to record.]


I am Benjamin Tallmadge. I've introduced myself before when I asked about firearms beyond the time of the 18th century on Earth. [It's been a stressful weekend, so he silently reminds himself to keep this to the point.]

Since last autumn I've been assisting Evelyn with the upkeep of the library. The purpose of this announcement is to open lines of communication for future reference. Similarly, if you have any questions about the library or about Wonderland, I would be more than happy to assist.

[There is a brief pause, in which Ben seems to reconsider addressing something else, then thinks better of being silent.]

I would also like to formally ask, in the interest of all of us protecting ourselves from possible threatening forces, for your assistance. I will be working with Commander Shepard and to help protect ourselves, we must keep our eyes and ears open. To that end, my intent is to gather and process intelligence--from you, if you choose to give it. Messages from Mirrors, experiences outside of events that are unusual even for Wonderland, no matter how innocuous.

At home, I am a Major in the United States Continental Army and General George Washington's Head of Intelligence during what will be known as the American Revolution, a war I am still fighting at home. I understand the gravity of a declaration of war and I know very well that many of us are still strangers to one another. I also know that if we cannot try to trust one another enough to work together, we will pay a heavy price.

My intent is not to alarm any of you, or to inspire fear, but to impart a spirit of cooperation. Any intelligence given will be vetted and confidential. Even the smallest details can turn the tide and save lives. A little trust can go a long way toward helping us defend ourselves from a deranged woman who, apparently, knows little about being a proper ruler. [He shakes his head. He's starting to digress.]

At any rate... If you've watched this far, I'm grateful for your time and consideration. You may contact me on the network or you may find me here in the library, if you have any questions to ask of me.

[Ben nods, leans forward and ends the feed there.]

Video

Mar. 16th, 2018 07:24 pm
naughty_nurse: (A Pretty Face Don't)
[personal profile] naughty_nurse
[With the carnival coming to a close... and the war declaration fresh in everyone's minds... Mikan makes a decision when she returns to her room. She looks tired when the screen flashes on.]

Excuse me, everyone... I know right now a lot of us are worried about what was announced today. I'm... I'm sure whatever happens, we'll make it through together. This should be a time to band together, but... you need to know there are enemies on our side as well. I'm so sorry it's taken me this long to tell people, but... I guess... it's been hard to think straight lately.

[A deep breath.]

... In my world, my class was kidnapped and imprisoned on a remote island, forced to play a sick murder game in order to escape. This happened to at least two other classes... I know this because some of those students are here. And over a week ago... the thing that forced us to play that game came to Wonderland.

Some of you have already seen him - the black and white bear known as Monokuma.

I know he doesn't look dangerous, but I swear to you, that thing is a monster! It gets off on driving people to their worst limits! I've had to watch my classmates die over and over, all for his amusement! And... And I want to believe he has no power here, that Wonderland is stronger than he is... but I also know he won't be content to sit back and watch.

Please... stay away from him! Don't even talk to him! He knows how to use your weaknesses, how to get inside your head...

[She shuts her eyes hard, needing a moment to compose herself as tears flood her eyes.]

I know I could be risking things by saying this... but... but you all deserve to be safe, and happy, and to not fall into despair! And I'm scared... I'm so scared of what will happen with him, and this war... but I won't give up... I promise, I won't give up...

[She clenches her teeth, and her eyes flash open in a rare moment of anger.]

I won't give up on hope!
normandysbest: (« [Hurt] no im fine why do you ask)
[personal profile] normandysbest
closed/private to Legion; arrival )

[When Shepard makes her debut back on the network, it's a few hours later, but she still looks like absolute hell. There are a few pieces of her armor that seem to have melted into her clothes, burns, bruises and cuts up both arms and over her face. Her lip is still split in two places and her eyebrow still bleeds down the left of her eye, plus that she sounds perpetually out of breath. But that's why it's important she make this address now, because otherwise she'll be out of Wonderland another day. She's laid back on her bed, propped up against the wall, the communicator sitting in her lap and broadcasting directly upward so it catches the top of her chest and her face. She's not looking directly into the camera, just off some other direction, but it's close enough.]

Hey, uh... provided people are still here. I need a healer. Or a doctor. Or like twenty doctors. Normally I would... say either or. But anythin' right now... would not suck.

Floor 5. Room 107. Door's open.

[And the feed ends.]

video.

Feb. 20th, 2018 06:44 am
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Whoa! Okay, I think I've got it.

[ The young man on screen looks rather disheveled, and very flustered. He tries for a smile, but it collapses into a sheepish grimace halfway, and he looks away from the camera. ]

W-well, I can say this wasn't where I expected to end up when I opened the door to my apartment... Man, maybe I've been overdoing it with all that overtime.

Umm, hi there, if anyone's listening. This place isn't dangerous, is it? Should I be worried?

[ He reaches up to rub at the back of his neck. ]

I hope this thing's on. Can anyone hear me?
kryptomight: (regret weighs so much.)
[personal profile] kryptomight
Hey, Wonderland.

I know some of you were super excited to see Superman around, but... he went home a few days ago.
I waited a little while to say anything, because I figured he might come back, but he hasn't.

Wiccan was looking to put together a team of superheroes here in Wonderland, too.
Does anyone have any good ideas for a team name? I guess "Super Friends" isn't cool enough. I think I'll make a poll later with the best ones.
And do any superheroes out there maybe want to join in?
punful: (babybones my bro's so cool)
[personal profile] punful
action )

[Once he's explored enough, formulated some theories, and read over the available pamphlets, Sans thinks he has this whole thing figured out. At least sort of. Maybe this is some kind of after-effect of the machine, because who ever heard of people randomly appearing in a completely different world? Maybe this is just the sort of thing that happens when you meddle with spacetime.]

[But if showing up in another world is commonplace, then that means his ignorance isn't an effect of lost memory. He's seen the network archives, and people asking questions seems to be a common thread. It makes him feel just a little bit safer.]

[The skeleton on the network looks pretty different. He's very obviously younger, by about a decade or so. He seems tired and a bit nervous, but it's not Sans's typical weariness. This Sans doesn't look like just getting out of bed is an effort.]


hullo, uh. seems this thing works kinda like the undernet. so, heh, that's at least familiar. uh...guess the surface just has wifi everywhere, huh?

anyway...i think i'm new to wonderland. it's wonderland, right?


[He checks something off-camera and nods to himself, muttering something that sounds like "weird name."]

i figured i'd say hi, since...i mean, this isn't the way anyone thought we'd get to the surface. i know there's, heh--a lot of humans here, wow. i dunno if you guys are, yanno, used to monsters at all. don't want to spook anyone. i'll, uh, stay out of people's way if it's an issue. 'least i'll try to. though i'm--also wondering if there's any other monsters here.

[The thought of being here alone is utterly, utterly terrifying, but he manages to sound pretty neutral about it.]

and on the subject of wondering, heh--what are all those big creatures outside? i don't know much about surface animals. is that, like--normal?



[ooc: sans is going to be accidentally teleporting all over the place for the duration of the event. if you want him to suddenly teleport into a character's room or something, let me know!]
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[personal profile] kingtrousele
[The video opens to...a singular skull eye and and nothing else. Gah!!]

OKAY, GOOD! IT'S ON!!

[The skull eye pulls back to reveal...oh, it's Papyrus! One thing that one might notice differently is that he's wearing a new, slick battle body! Huh. He beams at the camera.]

PEOPLE OF WONDERLAND!! THE TIME HAS FINALLY COME!!! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HAVE FINALLY FINISHED MY GIGANTIC PUZZLE!! YOU SEE, WHERE I COME FROM, PUZZLES ARE A WAY OF LIFE!! TO GET FROM POINT A TO POINT B, YOU MUST SOLVE A SERIES OF PUZZLES!! ORIGINALLY, I WANTED TO BUILD THIS PARTICULAR PUZZLE SO IT WRAPPED AROUND THE MANSION, BUT SOME OF THE MECHANICS WOULDN'T WORK PROPERLY THAT WAY, SO I MOVED IT TO THE HILLS. BEHOLD!!!

[The camera then swerves to reveal...!

Woah. That's one hell of a puzzle. It looks more like an obstacle course. As the camera pans from left to right, the puzzle starts with a switch puzzle - contraptions that act like switches are placed precariously around the section. The middle of the puzzle consists of a pretty sizable sheet of ice, with patches of snow marked carefully, leading anyone who steps on them into a routined path, which leads into the grand finale: a maze filled with deadly spikes!! ...except the deadly spikes are just nails and tacks, because apparently the magical closet doesn't produce deadly spikes. But!! Throughout the maze's paths, several bones start jutting in and out of the ground, providing a bit more of a challenge.
]

IT TOOK A LONG TIME TO MAKE THE SWITCHES BY SCRATCH, AND TO CALIBRATE THE ICE PUZZLE, AND TO MAKE A PROPER MAZE WITHOUT THE PROPER SPIKES, BUT IT'S FINALLY DONE AND WAITING FOR YOU TO COMPLETE IT!!! COME TO THE HILLS AND TRY OUT THE PUZZLE FOR YOURSELF.

...OH, AND ALSO!! I'VE BEEN TOLD THAT MAKING SOMEONE TRY THIS KIND OF PUZZLE WOULD BE 'TOO DANGEROUS' AND 'MIGHT SERIOUSLY HURT SOMEBODY', EVEN THOUGH I'LL BE RIGHT HERE MAKING SURE THAT NO ONE ACTUALLY GETS INJURED, BUT I DID LEAVE OUT AN ALTERNATIVE FOR THOSE OF YOU THAT ARE TOO INTIMIDATED BY THIS PUZZLE. SEE?


[And once again, the camera swoops to the side. Nearby the gigantic puzzle, there's a table with neatly stacked books of jumbles, crosswords, sudoku and horoscopes.]

SO THERE!!! PUZZLES FOR THE PEOPLE THAT ARE TOO SCARED OF MY AWESOME PUZZLE ARE HERE TOO!! COME BY WHENEVER!! I'LL BE HERE BY THE PUZZLE, MONITORING YOUR PROGRESS!!!

[And, true to his word, if you decide to go to the hills, there Papyrus will be waiting, along with his gigantic puzzle and the not so gigantic table filled with books. Do you dare take on the challenge?]
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[ Hello, Wonderland! Have another video of Emily beaming at the camera. Please note the notebook that is barely visible at the bottom of the screen. It is pink, yes, but a very professional pink. There are even some green and blue stripes to add some extra professional flare. Although that's probably too low on the notebook to be quite visible yet. But just wait! She'll be waving it around. Oh! And there are even a couple flowers on it to make it distinctly hers. You may also note the flower pen. Because it's hard to miss.

But most importantly, please note that she is beaming. She has this down. She has a goal. She loves goals. And this one? This one she particularly loves. ]


Hi, guys! [ She waves with her notebook hand, her other hand holding the phone. ] It's Emily Locke. Been here for a couple months now. And it occurred to me that we've got a lot of people I know here! And a lot of people I don't. Which I'd love to fix!

I was thinking - back home, I never knew anybody famous. Some people who were well-known, sure, and plenty of people who deserved to be famous. But nobody actually famous, you know?

So, if it wouldn't be too much trouble, could I get your autograph? You don't even have to be famous- just, you know. Be able to sign it! [ I.e., that means everybody, thanks. ]

I don't normally do this, but I figured I'd be an idiot to miss this opportunity!

Thanks!
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[the video feed opens to Wynonna sitting behind the bar, pouring herself a glass of whiskey before she speaks.]

So as some of you might know, I'm Wynonna. Or maybe you don't, I don't use this thing a lot, not to make posts of my own usually. [well, there was that time she anonymously hit up the network for romantic advice b u t she is not bringing that up today.]

Anyway, I'm not here to talk about me, I'm here to talk about what I plan on doing. So it seems like quite a few people have been sent home recently and that has led Damon's Bar on the fourth floor without an owner. I plan on rectifying that and taking it over if no one has any objections. I know we have several other bars but this is the one I've spent the most time at in my six months here and I would hate to see it just get abandoned, you know?

I was debating renaming it but if Damon could never be assed to figure out a better name than Damon's Bar than I don't see why I should be. We can call it a fitting tribute or something like that. To those who are no longer with us.

And if you worked there before, or want to work there now, hit me up, I don't really have experience running a bar so I'm going to need all the help I can get. Though some people are going to be helping whether they want to or not. They know who they are.

[Waverly and Doc, mostly. Sorry guys. You are slaves to Wynonna's whims.]

I want to try to keep some of the events they had going like karaoke nights and book clubs -- though someone else will have to run the book club . I am not much of a reader -- and I think they had a speed dating/speed making friends thing too. I was also thinking of adding occasional ladies nights -- no boys allowed -- because we have some fucking awesome women here and that always needs to be celebrated. I thought maybe the first one could be on the 13th of this month -- I know I've heard people call that day Galentine's Day and I don't know much about it honestly because I didn't have a lot of friends back home but I'm willing to learn.

And I'm spent. That's all, folks.

[and with that she tosses back the whiskey and then the feed shuts off.]
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[When the broadcast starts, the phone is completely covered in darkness, yet a child's voice can be heard.]

Um... hello? Can anyone hear me?

... Wait, hang on.

[They adjust their hold on the phone so that their long sleeves are not covering the screen or muffling their voice, and suddenly the child comes into view, bright yellow eyes blinking curiously at the screen.]

Is that better? I don't really know if I'm using this phone correctly or not. I tried to call my Mama at home, but it doesn't seem to be working. I know it's the right number too, 'cause Mama made sure I had it memorized before I started going out to help in the fields or play farther away from the house.

But I guess maybe it doesn't work because this is still a different world than home...

[There's a pause as the child frowns for a moment, before they speak again.]

Oh, right: I'm Niko! I should have asked before coming into the house or using this phone I found, but I hope it's okay for me to be here, because I'm not sure where else I should go right now. Also, you can see the sun here! It's really pretty...

[Niko smiles at this before they suddenly seem concerned again.]

Am I talking too much? Sorry, I'll stop now if I'm bothering you. I just wanted to let someone know we were here... and um, whether or not it would be okay to get some food from the kitchen? I'm kind of hungry and some snacks I found in a closet are starting to go stale.
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[It's been a nagging, trickling feeling in the back of her mind as the weeks in January pass, something she isn't fully willing to acknowledge at first. Klaus slips away without comment from her to the world at large because she isn't sure if many will miss him, and those that do will notice on their own. She stays quiet for the time being, not wanting to draw too much attention to herself, but that changes when she wakes up and the wall that normally held a door to the common room that joined the two Mikaelson rooms is gone completely.

So not just Klaus, but also Caroline.

She then intended to do the dutiful thing and inform Damon and Elena, but the bar only seemed to turn up empty, and when she tried to text them, both messages were bounced back quickly. It's a disorienting feeling to find yourself suddenly absent of all the people you know from your own world, suddenly absent of being known, and she isn't entirely sure what to do with it.

It's funny. She had spent so much time alone in her life, you would think that she would be prepared for the inevitability of being alone again. Instead, it hits her like a sack of bricks and for the moment, she's glad she's alone in the bar, because that kind of vulnerability is not something she's prone to showing.

("There's always going to be a spell to do or an enemy to fight, but when all that's done, you deserve someone who gets you."

God, she misses Keelin.)

She spends a long time staring down neck of a bottle of tequila - not the same amount of time as her last drunken post, so she is slightly more coherent and sober than last time, but still obviously drunk.]


A question for you all, if you feel like getting a little existential:

Not this Christmas, but the Christmas before we had these ... dreams, I guess you could call them. More accurately they were probably visions or predictions of what we would become if Wonderland was allowed to continue to gnaw away at us, bit by bit. In those visions, we all had become ... residents, in a sense. We belonged to Wonderland, and what came before no longer mattered, no longer existed, because, presumably, we had forgotten it.

[Klaus had forgotten almost everything but Hope, and that had been a blow in and of itself.]

Or it had been stolen, depending on how you look at it.

[She's going somewhere with this, she promises.]

We're all here for indeterminate amounts of time, we don't know if we'll be fortunate enough to return home, or if we'll become like the residents where this is all we know. So in terms of a worst case scenario, do you think it would be better or worse to meet that final end? To be stuck here, still remembering who you are and the things that matter to you, or to forget it all, and only focus on the things you can change?

[Yep, it's time for depressing o'clock with Freya Mikaelson. She honestly is curious though.]

Does it make the question easier or harder to answer if you are here alone, with no one else from your world?

Inquiring minds would love to know.

[And with that she will disconnect and go back to her bottle.]
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[Uncharacteristically, the Dormouse is tossing and turning quite a bit in his sleep. There's some muffled murmurs, and then he rolls enough that he tips the teacup he's napping in right over, and he spills out onto the table, in whatever tearoom he's in.]

Ugh...it's so...briiiiiight in here...how's anyone s'pposed to sleep in so much neon?

[He nearly jars himself awake, but starts to nod off again quickly enough.]

Should be deeply dreaming...not deeply...depressing...but what happens when we're done with dreams? Are they....done with us...?

[He doesn't answer. Instead he climbs inside an empty tea pot and pulls the lid over himself, hiding in a little dark chamber.]

Ahh...now it's not so much...muchness...

[It seems like there would be more, but he just starts snoring inside the tea pot.]
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[As usual, when the camera turns on, Shepard looks a little stressed. When is she not, if we're being real here. She's not as serious as the last time she was on the network, but this is obviously a prepared address. As usual, her torso and head are in view, as she's broadcasting from her omni-tool on her left arm currently swung around to her front.]

Alright, so in the spirit of New Year's resolutions, I'm back to put some action items on the table. For those of you who remember the last time I was around, it's kind of about that. For those who don't or are too new, here's your reminder or introduction that this place is trying to kill us.

[She links to her last broadcast, which she'll do at pretty much every opportunity. That is not information she's letting die.]

That said, after talking with Evelyn O'Connell about this, she instituted the death count and I'm here to keep up my end of the bargain. I want to establish a guard, sort of- this isn't a full-time position but I can't promise it's not dangerous. We need to have something in place to protect people with higher death counts, and stop ones who are low from gaining more. Ideally I'd be looking for people to commit to playing bodyguard or organizing with me and others when shit gets rough. While Evelyn is... missing, for a while, I've got access to that data. Which if you haven't reported to her, I think you should.

[Or at least, the version of it before she left, that Shepard will be referencing.]

I want to stress that this is voluntary, but I also want to make it pretty damn clear that I'm tired of people fucking off and dying. The more hands on deck we have, the better. That said, if you commit to this, I want you to commit. I'm gonna need general defense and some point people to play personal escort during events to high-risk targets. If you're interested in either, let me know.

[A small pause.]

I'm also totally here to accept questions on 'oh shit, this place is actually trying to murder us' and 'who the hell are you', because I bet I'm going to get a thousand of those too. Which uh, right. Hey. Commander Shepard. Trained marine, sniper, ten years special ops experience, I know what I'm doing, thanks.

[She gives a little two fingered salute to the camera, tapping from her right temple.]

Shepard out.
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Alright, I give up, I need help.

How the hell am I supposed to figure out a present for my Secret Santa without totally giving it away?
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Well, Merry effin' Christmas. It's only halfway through the month--kinda freaked to see what's in store on the actual day.

Everything coming up cookies has got me thinking about moving. Anyone need a roommate? It's more fun with 2+.

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