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[ When the screen comes to life Elijah is dressed to the nines still. A tuxedo with tails. A classic look if you ask him. It's never quite gone out of style. His hair is styled different than the original spike he acquired after being undaggered by Damon. He looks mildly amused by the whole situation. But nevertheless this shouldn't be a reason to think him peaceful. He'll kill you if he doesn't get the answer he wants.

Elijah clears his throat and lifts his brows as he surveys the area around him. The camera on the device catches all his movements. He looks back down at it and smiles. ]


Abduction is so quaint. Adorable really. Classic. In the right circles. I find that some classics die out though. You be the judge of this one.

[ He sighs heavily. You can tell he's growing less and less amused by this whole situation. He wants answers and he wants them now. He's not quite as demanding or flashy as Niklaus. It's never really suited him. He's always been the more patient of the two, but even his patience are growing very tired.

There's a small part of him that assumes this is his mother's doing. He had assumed her untruthful, but Elena had assured him that she just wanted to apologize. She vouched for her and he trusted Elena. They had been through too much for him not to. He had saved her countless of times. He thought they were over this. ]


Whoever is responsible--please step forward.

[ He doesn't look particularly threatening, but there's something about Elijah's eyes. They're old. Ancient. Tired. Powerful. He has no problem making a point with violence if he has to. It's his brother's move, but he will steal it if needed. ]

I would like to return home. I have a party to get to. You have three minutes to explain yourself before things get--uncomfortable.

[ The feed cuts out and he pockets the device. He fixes his bowtie and begins to walk towards the house. He can't stay outside forever. Might as well meet the neighbors. ]
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[Seated in a chair with her feet propped up on a nearby little table, Rose Tyler is attempting to figure some things out. She's almost entirely convinced the TARDIS will show up at some point or her mobile will ring and she'll be right on her way. So she's casual and calm, not really in a big rush to say what's on her mind.

She toys with her communicator for a moment, which causes it to drop. Cursing under her breath, she hops out of her chair to pick it up, and resumes her casual slouched down position, feet back up on the table.
]

Captain's log -

[She pauses, laughing at herself.]

Nah, that's total rubbish. What about this one?

[Barely able to keep a straight face, she sits upright and slides the communicator across the table so only half of her face is view. She's now pulling a dramatic face that some damsel in distress would before she was killed by a robot overlord.]

Look anything like one of those awful sci-fi movies, then?

[It's followed up with a sigh, and then she gets down to business. Her communicator is picked up and set on her lap, and she stares down at it.]

Sorry. Don't really have a knack for using these things yet. Thing is, I'm looking for my friend, thought that maybe he might be here? He goes by the Doctor, yeah? And he's always going on like a big excited kid 'bout things nobody understands. But I do, some of the time anyway, and -

[Nope, keep those emotions in Rose. Keep 'em in. A hand goes up to her mouth, her fingers curling up against her lips as she becomes increasingly more worried over all this.]

I've gotta find him, if he's here. He's hopeless when he's out there all on his own.
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[ this message goes up late, to the point that it's actually early, and while allison knows she should be sleeping it's hard to get rest with the way her head is spinning. she's been doing a lot of thinking, a lo of checking, and now? ]

this might be kind of a weird question, but
has anyone here been in wonderland long enough that you kind of consider this place home?
I moved a lot back home and I never really settled in one place long enough to feel at home anywhere
and the one place that I kind of wanted to be home...it's complicated, I guess
I'm just kind of curious if wonderland could keep us here for that long, or if anyone really minds being here that long
even with all the events, and all the crap we deal with.
there's some good, right? somewhere?



oh, and happy one year wonderland anniversary to me.


[ she doesn't really want to think about how long this makes. about how allison can't remember the last time she was ever in one place, consistently, for this long. the one place she wanted to hang onto, the one place she had decided to feel loyalty to, to come back to, was beacon hills.

and she's officially lived in wonderland for longer than her entire time in there. even considering her summer off.

a whole year in wonderland.

allison sends off the text before she has a chance to think about it, before her mind comes back around to see who all is going to see this - from home, from here, wherever. she slides the phone under her pillow and sighs, turning back over. ]

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Jun. 24th, 2014 10:41 am
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[ you know who caroline misses? tyler. enzo hadn't been able to give her a straight answer as to whether or not he was alive — caroline, truthfully, didn't particularly want to know if he wasn't. she's taken to treating her closet as a bar, ordering drinks as she knocks plenty back, until her eyes are blurred and her fingers are moving too fast along her communicator. it's a pity tyler isn't here — she ends up texting the entire network, rather than the individual inboxes she'd flooded back when everyone was singing about happy days. ]

[ cue: caroline drinking herself into denial, attempting to ask the closet for tyler's things in the middle of the night. instead of getting his football jacket, or even a picture of the two of them, all she's getting is images with his face blanked out and jackets of every colour but red. all her texts have failed to send, not that caroline's been particularly bothered to see the failed icon by her messages. so, at the lack of silence on the other end, she decides to send a threat that has worked in the past. ]

    ANSWER ME or u'll never get "tooo-rougdh" sex again!!!!
    and ur all-acces pass to my vagnia is supsen ded indefnitely

[ and then she wonders why tyler's not responding. ]

    ehllo????? TYLER
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Private Audio to Cordelia Chase )

Private Text to Tohru Honda )


[Action:]

[The gnawing hunger has been mounting since the early morning hours. Usually, it's easy enough to sate -- after decades upon decades of almost nothing but animal blood, he still misses the genuine article, but aside from taste, there isn't much difference. As long as it's something red, it's enough to stop his hunger in its tracks.

Except, apparently, today.

It's puzzling at first. The first two glasses of pig's blood go down easy, but he feels just as empty as he did before. A third and fourth don't make any difference, either. Whereas he's normally self-conscious about risking letting other people see him drink, the painful and unsatisfied hunger is enough to push him not to care. For the first half of the first day, he'll he be in the kitchen, drinking glass after glass of pig's blood until he finds himself forced to move onto larger containers, lidded plastic buckets like the ones he gets from the butcher's shop back home. Before long, he stops caring about his appearance, too -- any blood that manages to get on his face or clothes is left where it is instead of being wiped away -- anything to keep the blood coming faster.

He continues on like this until he realizes that it's not pig's blood he's hungry for. It's the scent of the humans in the mansion that's most telling. Most days, he can swallow it down and resist, push through the temptation and do things the way he always does.

Today, they just smell... tastier.

During the daylight hours, he's limited to the mansion, but will be making every effort to stay away from highly populated areas, mostly keeping to the basement or trying to hide himself away in one of the tearooms. At night, he'll move himself outdoors, trying to get as far from the mansion as possible, moving towards the edge of the forest or trying to intentionally get himself lost in the hedge maze.]
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[ Crowley sets his device recording and sits up straight without a hair out of place. ]

I've been thinking these past few months about that future that Wonderland let us spy and the one thing that we haven't managed to address is a plan to take out the Jabberwocky when it inevitably rears its ugly head.

Failing that--and it seems that not a one of us does have a plan for that--I'd like to propose that we trap the thing. We did something similar back in my world with the devil. The only difference is that here, we'll have to build the cage ourselves.

I'd like to propose a bit of teamwork. We could be like the Justice League.

[ He smiles and ends the video. ]


( OOC: feel free to use this post for all plotting/handwaving/etc. )
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[ The video at first only shows one of the corridors of the mansion. Somewhere out of sight of both the camera and the mirrors within its view is Jackson. Bellowing. Alternating between "STILES!" and "MCCALL!" Several doors open and close.

Soon, he can be seen returning, reflected in the glass. He's furious. And only partially clothed. Wearing only a pair of gray sweat pants, his torso and feet are bare. His foot enters the frame, sending the device skittering. He looks down at it, slightly perplexed. But mostly angry. Picking it up, his brow creases as he inspects it, giving everyone an extreme close up of his handsome face. After a few moments, he's able to put together that the thing is already recording. ]


I don't know who thought this JOKE was even remotely funny, but it's not. So here's what you're going to do, whoever you are. You're going to return my clothes, my phone and my car keys. Then you're going to take me back to my car and get me out of this little fun house.

[ He tilted his head, almost as if he were going to crack his neck. But instead settled for a roll of his shoulders. ]

Oh, and if I find out Stiles or McCall had anything [ the word was given extreme emphasis] to do with this, you're both dead. Do you hear me?

[ The feed lingered on his unimpressed glare for a few moments longer before shutting off.]

video;

Mar. 17th, 2014 07:19 pm
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[With the arrival of Bill the Lizard on the scene, Souji has been considering some important things. Naturally, he takes to the network to poll the other residents.]

Bill's new, isn't he? Where do you think they come from?

[He adjusts his glasses, which he is actually wearing for once. They just make him feel more sexy focused somehow.]

Speaking of them... Has anyone seen the Duchess?

[...]

Did she take the sword with her?

[Those who know him can probably hear in his tone that he's legitimately worried about this. It doesn't show on his face, though.]
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way tl;dr arrival actionspam )

[The video feed clicks on, and for several moments the image jumps around and shakes, the one behind it pretty fuzzy on how it works and not exactly realizing that it's started recording. At least, not until his face comes into view after a few seconds. It's young in appearance, baffled, and...sort of completely covered in blood.

Hi there, Wonderland. Here's a little angel for you.]


Oh-- I wasn't aware that I...started this. [The image is still shaky, but it more or less keeps his face in frame. While also giving little glimpses at his unfortunately bright uniform shirt--those are red and white stripes staring at you all. A fast-food restaurant uniform, you bet.]

I'm not certain that anyone is receiving this, but I'm...not certain of much at this moment.  [He's pretty desperate at this point, and also kind of panicky. He's lost his angelic composure. In fact, every few moments, he glances up from the device to throw a look around, though he makes no mention of what it is that he's looking out for.] This place, I can't-- I can't tell where it is, nor can I make sense of why I have this device. But it would seem I don't have many options...

[Hence why he's turned to what appears to be his only one--a message out to anyone who might receive it. If anyone's kind enough to offer him some information, he would be greatly appreciative, even if he's a bit lost for words at the moment.]

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