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Wander | Wander Over Yonder

[neverhurtstohelp]

A

[KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. Someone's at your door. When you go to open it, a small, orange furry fellow in a large green hat is grinning up at you, holding a fruit basket.]

Howdy, neighbor! I'm new to this place, so I thought I'd stop by with a fruit basket to say hello! Folks call me Wander. What's your name?

B

[Just cause Wander's in a new place doesn't mean he's gonna stop doing what he does best: helping people. Which means, he has to find someone struggling with something! No matter how small! He searches all over the mansion, looking for people who may need his aid, and as soon as he finds one, he goes over to them.]

Need a hand with that?

A.)

[ghflskhu_ph]

[At last, at long last, Bill has managed to secure a vessel. That portal wouldn't be safe for long! Why, the dream demon is feeling so accomplished, he'll indulge in a ten minute laugh session over the fact. Hastily flinging the door open, Bill is all too eager to lay siege to the world beyond, only to find--- someone already standing right there.]

"---"

[Bill slams the door at the greeting.
...He can't be caught yet. One wrong move and the Pines army will descend upon him in seconds! Normally Bill would enjoy wasting every second in this body he could, but there is too much at stake to waste this small window of opportunity.

Okay. Just... fake humanity. He can do this. Slowly Bill reopens the door. Get ready for the BIGGEST most UNNATURALLY stretched smile you've ever seen, BUDDY O' PAL]

"WELL, GOSH-GOLLY-GEE, HIYA, FRIEND!!!! TH' NAME'S BILL. NICE TREE..GOODS, YA GOT THERE!"

[Nailed it.]

OOC: Hope you don't mind a bit of an improv scenario? I'm canon-blind but I get enough about Wander's character to figure this might be fun to try. Bill doesn't have a body in game atm, but plenty of my plots will revolve around him borrowing one whenever I can. No worries if you'd prefer something else :3

malia tate | adolescent puppies

[wildkingdom]

[a. network ~ video]

[And the broadcast starts with the camera REALLY ZOOMED IN on a teenage girl's face who looks very confused because while she's mastered the art of texting and the internet and several other important teenage girl things thanks to Lydia and Stiles, this is not her cell phone and she wants to make sure she's doing this right.

But eventually she'll zoom out and continue making a confused face because why this. Why can't she just get someone from home to explain it to her: except she doesn't actually know if someone from home is here.]

So is this like Face Time but with everyone?

[If everyone's out there, someone's bound to answer her.]

And if that's the case, does anyone here know how to get back to Beacon Hills?

[SHE WAS BUSY. Busy trying to not fail out of high school. Also Stiles always told her if she's confused about something she should ask for help, so BE HELPFUL, WONDERLAND. She isn't savvy enough to realize that it's textually impossible.]

[b. the gardens]

[After that attempt at help is complete and is less than helpful (mostly because the answers to her questions were not ones she liked), she makes her way outside, because it's considerably less confusion that rooms with never ending closets and being outside, even if it is in such a limited area, has a way of helping her feel far less contained. She's never done well with walls around her to begin with, and at least the gardens have fresh air.

Fresh air loaded with unfamiliar scents and varying chemosignals from happy to sad to frustrated to ones that remind her of her time back in Eichen House, and those are the ones she turns away from, trying to drown them out in the scents of flowers and the salt of the sea. She doesn't really know how to engage people here, either, because the rules seem to be completely topsy-turvy from what she used to know and she doesn't know where to start.

Though if someone would like to wander her way and try to help her out in that respect, she could certainly use it.]

b.

[beautifullies]

[Claire doesn't understand the small devices and how to work them. She's abandoned hers, keeping it in her room instead of on her person. But the garden is beautiful, and she finds herself there, walking in her skirt and corset, hair down as her arms wrap loosely around her middle. The last thing she remembers is getting ready for dinner with Jamie's family in Lallybroch and then she was here. At first she'd thought she'd traveled back to 1945, but she soon found otherwise and realized she was just as lost in time as ever, and again, husbandless.

What doesn't change from century to century though, is the flora of the world; there are different kinds, different types, but she's always found things she knows. That's why the garden drew her in, a comforting constant across time. So, here's another woman wandering, in clothes out of the 18th century who also feels like everything is topsy-turvy.]

Are you all right? If you don't mind me saying so, you look like you could do with resting for a bit.

donna meagle | parks & recreation

[livetweeting]

NETWORK, arrival

ok but for real doe i don't mess with ketamine
donna out
seriously where's the exit

NETWORK, event: wind passes right through my skin

def just saw a dude get ROCKED by a full 5" binder
trust me those bitches HURT

c'mon guys get ur parkour on
at least try dodging the stuff
except for the girl that got a carousel horse in the face u got my deepest sympathies
shameful

NETWORK, no event;

selfie_389023.jpg
don't even care i got nowhere to drive it
who wants a spin in the benny

[human100emoji]

You are the new wind beneath my wings.
please let me ride in your vehicle.

Undyne | Undertale

[strongfish]

A - Action

[She practically slams the door open, the whole thing shaking on its hinges as she presents herself with her chest high and her smile wide.]

I hope you like tea! I made PLENTY! How much sugar do you want?

[She realizes belatedly that she's pretty much taking up the entire entryway, and she moves to the side, gesturing animatedly.]

Get in here before it gets cold!

B - Network

[Undyne has clearly been playing with the closet as the feed starts, because she's essentially sitting in front of it and there is a...GIANT pile of weapons beside her.]

This thing is AMAZING! I wonder what else I should pull out of here? One more sword that's taller than I am can't hurt, RIGHT!? There's a lot of humans here, after all. I want to make sure I'm ready for my first fight!

A!!!!!!!!

[determinedest]

[By now Frisk is used to bombastic entries, because between the friends they've made both in the Underground and in Wonderland, that seems to be a general constant. Undyne's (lack of) volume control makes her easy to pinpoint, as well as the typical trail of destruction she tends to leave.

Frisk grins at her, and flicks up a finger.]

Just one.

[They realize too late that they haven't clarified what measurement "just one" is. Just one sugar, a single sugar, no more and no less.]

Gina Linetti | Brooklyn Nine-Nine

[human100emoji]

Option A

[She's on her phone at the station, as per usual, feet up on her desk and eyes glued to her phone. There's background noise, and a lot of it but she's tuned it out because she has candy to crush, man. Scully's ruining her complete vibe by existing. She doesn't even notice when everything changes around her and she's now sitting at a desk inside a palatial mansion. She's just crushing it, like she does everything in life. The last thing she remembers hearing is something about corn though, and assuming she's still surrounded by people, just starts talking.]

I swear to God Scully if you're not talking about actual corn that is delicious and does not deserve to share a role with something that grows on your disgusting foot, I'll find a fresh cob and plug it in your mouth until you fart kernels.

[And she continues playing, having never once looked up from her phone.]

Option B - Network

Listen to me, everyone. This is a dire question and must only be answered by the most serious of people:

If Lady Gaga, Beyonce, and Britney Spears all walked in, right now and were suddenly as trapped as the rest of us, who would win in the unholy dance-off that I would both stage and produce? Are there practices in place for if such a situation were to occur?

Third important question: Is there anyone here right now who has the same face as Drake?

Option C

[She's found a room and is making it obviously hers by painting her spirit animal, the majestic wolf on the door, complete with a starry night background. Said wolf is howling - the only way a wolf should ever be portrayed. She's also wearing a shirt that depicts the same image.

Once her masterpiece is complete and dry, she steps back, admiring her work.]

We're home now. I've accepted this fate. There is no internet. There are no celebrities. There's no twitter. I may die here, and without ever knowing what it's like to be wrapped in the blackest, strongest arms I've ever known to exist. I'll think of you the most, Terry Jeffords.

jenna sommers ( the vampire diaries )

[dirtyshame]

network.

( There's an uneasy smile that Jenna gives, one you might find on someone that is pretending that everything is okay. Because it is, really. I mean who wouldn't be perfect after finding out that 90% of their life is crazy, everyone has lied to them and oh, wait- now you've been kidnapped.

She's great, really. No fake-ness here.

It's all a lie, and she wishes she could wake up from this dream. From the dream of everything she's been told lately )

So, which way do you have to jump to get out of the rabbit hole? You fall down it but can you fall back the other way?

( She may also have been drinking just a little bit. Jenna hasn't found the bar but she did accidentally discover the magic of the closets. Alcohol just happened to be her go to thought )

Otherwise- I don't know the otherwise. So, Wonderland- ( Because yeah, you're really Wonderland. That's hilarious. Great pamphlet ) -what's the best crazy story you've got? What beats the rabbit hole?

action.

( The garden was where Jenna had found herself, deposited rather unceremoniously on the gravel, sat in the same position she'd been in - although as soon as she appeared she ended up falling backwards without the door she'd been leaning against there to prop her up any longer.

There's a few seconds where Jenna just lays there, definitely confused and trying to reign in the crushing feeling in her chest. It's night, and a lot darker than the lit house that she'd been in. She's also outside, the light breeze and hard floor telling her as much.

When she sits up, wiping away her tears as she does, there's definite confusion moving into her face. She's outside, and this is no place that she's ever seen before )

This isn't real.

( Is it some vampire trick? Did they take her? So much had just happened at home that Jenna doesn't know what to think. Maybe she got drunk and didn't remember, or they did something else. Maybe she's dead- that would just be her luck )

You people need to stop enabling me secretly :|

[ghostwhispers]

Oh, it's real all right.

[There's a harder edge to Jeremy's voice than the one Jenna knows best, something just beyond the moody accusations that she's not his real mom and she never would be.

He's standing just past arm's reach, having watched her arrive and fall into what had been a workout. He extends an arm down to help her stand.]

And right now I've got a whole lot of questions. [She's alive she's alive she's alive--] But we can start with "what's the last thing you remember?" That's kind of required before I start filling you in on the rest.

Jillian Holtzmann | Ghostbusters

[bustghoster]

The Grounds

[Jillian's been here two days and has seen enough supernatural phenomena to throw the book at naysayers -

- if the loudest one hadn't been thrown out of a window. ...What a tragedy...? She's started poking around, in the loop enough to know the basics, and currently she's walking with a headphone looking device on her head and a sort of microphone thing in her hand. All while wearing yellow tinted glasses, waders with black boots and a rainbow belt, and a checkered black and white shirt. She's a fashion statement all on her own.

When she sees someone casually walking by, she reaches out, snapping her fingers to get their attention.]

Hey you, handsome. Come hold this doo-daddy right here for me, will you?

[She's talking through a pencil being held between her teeth, then nods toward herself.]

Hello, network

[When the video begins, it's clear this woman has set up some kind of lab, and her first words are said with complete excitement as she slams her hand down on the table, making the tripod her phone is in jump a little, and she quickly moves to fix it.]

Sorry, sooooo-ry. But do you know what's happened here? What I've...[She stops to laugh, just, totally gleeful]. Murder! So much murder! But people come back. When you die though, there's an essence. An aura, if you will. Beautiful remains even though, hello, hi, some of you watching may have met said fate at one time or another.

[She waves just a little, her fingers joyful in their movement.]

There's potential here, folks, is what I'm saying. Hi, there. Jillian Holtzmann. Scientist. Physicist. More recently, and I'm sure making my mother the most proud, Ghostbuster. Buster. Of ghosts. And what I'm saying, my friends, is that this entire area has enough energy to bring back all the dead of New York City.

Trust me on this one.

[She stops to chug a white liquid out of a clear cup, stops with her mouth completely full, looks down at the cup, then swallows forcefully.]

That...was not what I expected.

In any case, should we ever get a pile of dead bodies here....[She laughs, loudly, clapping her hands together.]

We'll be totally screwed by ghosts. Have a great day!

the grounds!

[normandysbest]

[Shepard is a little caught up in her own thoughts, so she almost doesn't notice when anyone tries to get her attention- but she can't quite tune it out, and honestly, this woman is holding a piece of technology she's never seen before, which is wildly surprising considering she's from most people's space future. So she holds out her hands for whatever she'll be presented.]

Alright, hit me. What're you doing with this, anyway?

Drusilla | Buffy the Vampire Slayer / Angel

[saintcorrupted]

a) [network, text, will switch to audio or video potentially]

I like this place. It makes so much sense.

Do you want to come dance with the stars? I'll lead.


b) [wandering around just about anywhere] (ooc: will match prose/action style)

[When she walks, she looks around in wonder. Nothing unusual, if only half the time she wouldn't look at things that aren't there. Her eyes are wide, her feet are bare. The dress she wears is white and reaches almost down to the floor. She seems lost, but strangely content with it.

Anyone that approaches or that she approaches soon has her attention and her smile is unguarded.]

Am I late?

a cause lazyness

[knowsit]

Careful where you're dancing, love.

And who you're dancing with too.

Fiona | Tales from the Borderlands

[grifterinpink]

[The glowy box opens. The last thing Fiona remembers is standing next to Rhys, gazing into the blue light as it filled the entire Vault. She'd made it - against all impossible odds. Somehow she'd managed to break out of the shit town of Hollow Point and not only found a real Vault but had punched, shot, and sweet-talked her way into being the person to lay claim to the treasure inside. Sure, so what if Rhys was next to her. He wasn't so bad... sort of... as long as she didn't have to watch him make moon eyes at her sister any longer. Sash could take care of herself. There were more important things to worry about right now. Like shiny treasure, for one.

The blue light disappears. Instead of looking down on an awesome alien artifact, she finds herself standing in a garden, surrounded by far more green than she's ever seen in her life. She has a feeling someone set her up and she knows just who to blame.

She reaches into her pocket to find a device that looks a lot like something Atlas would have built. The symbol on the back resembles Gortys and that makes her smile, a little. Still, it could all be a sick joke. It wouldn't be the first time she had been betrayed and she doubts it will be the last.

Fiona turns the device on and scowls down into the screen.]

Rhys! What did you do?

Ahhhh! Fiona!

[son_of_a_taint]

[Oh look, it's the face of that guy you probably never wanted to see again. Ever. But like a bad penny, here he is. In the flesh, so to speak. Well, it's a video, but details. More importantly, he's not wearing his trademark mask. Bizarre, right?]

Yeah. Sorry, sweetheart, haven't heard that name bouncing around the ECHOnet, but hey, it's not like I keep a close eye on it or anything. That would just be... creepy. Anyway, you're in some alien dimension, probably far, far away from your home--wherever the hell that is--and it doesn't look like we're getting sent back any time soon. So, yeah. Buckle in, babe. There's no getting off this ride until it kicks you off.

[Okay, so Jack likes to reply to the lost and confused hotties when they show up. Since when is helping damsels a crime?]

tali'zorah | mass effect

[opticshots]

A | arrival + text

Places not being actively destroyed by giant machines are GREAT, but I'd really like to have chosen the place. Gardens are hard on air filters and I only have two extra in my pocket. Who wants to help problem solve?

B | past event : the feeling is a bit sadder the second time around, don't you think so?

[ tuffula valley would be depressing on a good day, but it's found a way to make today anything but a good day. tali's never comfortable in the outdoors, but the factory is even more depressing. somehow it has her thinking about her father, about how little she did to see how far he would go in order to try to keep a promise. now he was gone, along with so many other quarians who only wanted the best for their people, and tali wasn't able to help any of them.

so while she agreed to venture in for supplies (she's small, she can fit anywhere, in case they've missed something) she's given up her scavenging. someone looking for her, or poking around themselves, might very well find her sitting on the floor against a wall, head tilted back so she can stare up at nothing and analyze all the ways she's screwed up in the last few years. ]

C | the mansion roof

[ guess who is having a day of trying to make sense of the mansion! this girl. tali's gone back and forth between a few different places now, and finally winds up on the roof, angrily muttering under her breath. ]

Would it kill the windows to make sense?

[ maybe try reassuring her that magic is perfectly normal here. her logic need not apply. ]

c!

[normandysbest]

[Shepard can't help but chuckle when she finds Tali muttering- just like old times, trying to figure out everything, even when it might never add up right. So she steps outside, leans against the outside wall, tries to look nonchalant.]

Not much makes sense here. I think it's part of the aesthetic? "We're all mad here" and whatever.

[She does jazz hands for effect, despite the fact that she only ever read this book after coming to Wonderland, so she's realizing belatedly Tali might not even know. It is old human literature, after all.]

Caroline Forbes | The Vampire Diaries

[vampireocd]

A- The Network

[ There is a smiling blonde girl on the network and she is giving the camera a very disapproving look. ]

So...Wonderland? Seriously? Of all the places I could have mysteriously woken up, it couldn't have like been a book thats not about a really trippy drug haze?

[ A roll of her eyes and she flops back on her bed- because of course she picked out a room already and decorated it. ]

So, I read this pamphlet thing. Probably the least helpful thing, I've ever read. So can someone please tell me what exactly there is to do around here so we don't die of boredom?

[ She gives the camera a frown for a moment before a bright smile transforms her face. ]

Hey, do you guys have dances here? That was a ballroom I saw, wasn't it?

[ She shoots the camera a raised eyebrow before ending the video feed. ]

B- Grounds, wandering

[ It hadn't taken her long to get the lay of the land- vampire speed always came in handy for things like that. She explored the mansion, all the floors up to the roof and now she was out on the grounds. After one look at the venders, who gave her the creeps, she steered clear of those stalls. The maze, the beach, the checkerboard hills, now she was exploring the gardens at a more leisurely pace, taking in the flowers and spending some time by the fountain. ]

network }

[deathlessness]

There are dances, occasionally.

[And she's sure they're quite lovely, though she hasn't actually been to one yet.]

It usually takes someone to plan them, however.

jim kirk, star trek: aos.

[wins]

A. CAPTAIN'S LOG, STARDATE WHO EVEN KNOWS.

So... Wonderland, huh? Should I expect lots of weird political commentary or are we going more for the bad animated trip? Personally, I'd prefer the first one, but something tells me I'm not going to get a lot of say in that.

B. JUST KEEP SWIMMING.

[ okay, so. getting kidnapped? not exactly fun. it never is. but getting kidnapped in a place that has a nice, big pool for jim to use whenever he wants? that's better than a lot of alternatives, and he'd be crazy to pass up the opportunity. it's a heated pool, and he's been in space for months and months now, dealing with... well. lots of stressful things. of course he's gonna go for a dip.

and some time in the sauna. and some time in the hot tub, just because. and, you know, maybe he'll spend some time reading by the pool for good measure. after all, he is jim kirk, and jim kirk needs to lose or damage his shirt. there's a quota. ]

You know, there's one thing that could make this better. [ ... ] Well, one thing that doesn't involve getting out of here, since that doesn't seem possible right now.

[ cue pause for reaction here. if there is none, he'll just keep going, no worries. ]

A piña colada.

B.

[logistical]

[ Spock, ever the shadow at the captain's side, is sitting in the sun, on a chair, busy with his PADD. The only reaction is a small cant of his head: he's listening, Jim. ]

Alcohol is freely available from the cupboards.

[ This sentence is ridiculous. It does not change the fact that various objects, including fresh food and beverages, can be summoned, seemingly limitless, including types of roots that once only grew on Vulcan. ]

samirah al-abbas | magnus chase series

[ofthelion]

a. network aka "dear diary, today sucks."

Does anyone have a compass or know which way is northeast?

b. action aka "dear diary, today still sucks" (will match format)

Sam is annoyed. Granted, Sam is almost constantly in a state of annoyance because she's either always surrounded by high schoolers or heroes all of them are annoying. (When they're high school heroes? One day she is going to roll her eyes so hard she'll find the lack of space where her brain has melted out of her skull from the sheer nonsense she puts up with on the regular.) Regardless, this is a particular state of annoyance because she had a job to do and this doesn't seem to be it.

But, hey, maybe this is one of the Nine Realms and if she does nothing else, she will explore because Odin would be so ashamed if she gave up this opportunity. Which is what finds her opening doors at random in the mansion and mumbling to herself, "If there is a talking caterpillar, I am stepping on it."

network }

[wildkingdom]

I don't think directions here are reliable. I don't know it'll be the same way twice.

August W. Booth | Once Upon a Time

[iwasinphuket]

01. Network, text

Wonderland, huh.

[Strangely, he doesn't find it hard to believe. At least not for the reason most might expect.]

It's not quite what I would have expected.

02. Action, wandering

So he's in Wonderland. Okay. Believing that isn't a problem. It's just not quite what he thought of when he would imagine Wonderland.

New places, new adventures. He's been seeking those for years, until the chance to reconnect with his father. That chance is gone now, but once again there's a new place to explore.

So explore he does, wandering in whatever direction his feet take him. The sooner he learns about this place, the sooner he can decide what to do next. One thing is certain. It's probably best to pretend that all he knows of this place is from the same stories everyone else has read, at least until he knows a little more.

Which means he really only has one question right now. "If this is Wonderland, shouldn't Alice be around here somewhere?"

Carol Peletier | The Walking Dead

[ixlives]

A

[All told, this isn't the worst thing that's ever happened to Carol. It's a kidnapping, but one to what seems like a place free of walkers. That doesn't mean she's been complacent and unguarded; she has a gun hidden behind her shirt which falls under her own bad advice of easy access, but she can't wander around with a weapon visible. There's also a knife in her boot, just in case. She's only been here for a few hours too, but since she's had the nice luxury of Alexandria, she looks ever the homemaker. Innocent and unassuming.

She's planning on it staying that way.

As she passes people, she gives them pleasant enough smiles, and some she even stops to ask random questions of, playing the new card: 'I'm completely lost,' 'do you know where to find the kitchen?' It's a way to commit faces to memory and get a first good gut impression. Carol's looking for her people too, not sure if she's the only one either rescued or cursed. She has no idea which it is yet.]

B - network/kitchen action

Does anyone have a good chocolate chip recipe? I know I could get cookies magically, but making things with your hands is so much better. And I just love being in the kitchen. I'll be there, if you want to come by. Hope to see you!

[Message sent, she tucks the phone into her back pocket and looks around, the serious expression on her face in contrast to the chipper tone of her message. Now though, she supposes she has to get busy, and she begins looking for actual ingredients to make cookies from scratch.]

a)

[justmakeroom]

[ Since arriving here, Andrea's made it a point to be outside as often as possible; just being able to enjoy the sunshine without constant threat of walkers is something she plans to savor while she can. Sitting in the gardens, she'll often close her eyes and soak in the peace of the moment, grateful to know she can.

She's coming inside now, her cheeks just a little rosy from the day's warmth, when she sees Carol just a few feet in front of her. ]

...Carol?

Takashi "Shiro" Shirogane | Voltron: Legendary Defender

[blacklionpaladin]

A. NETWORK

I think I have this working...

[The feed opens up with what looks to be a distraught young man. Bangs are of a gray-white hue, a prominent scar over the bridge of his nose, and sweat covering his brow. He also looks like he has a space-like suit, mostly composed of the color back.]

Princess Allura, Coran? Do you read? Paladins, check in! This is Shiro! My lion, it's--

[He hangs his head, scrubbing at his face with one hand.] Who am I kidding? Coran said the wormhole was corrupted. I may have disappeared to a different universe than everyone else.

[Shiro glances at the feed apologetically.]

Sorry, I'm just trying to get in touch with my team.

B. ACTION

[After getting acquainted with his room, and his closet, he steps out in much normal clothing, mostly composed of black colors, but his metal right arm is apparent this time around, instead of being hidden under his space suit.

That same hand flexes and curls its fingers as pink circuits light up over it. He closes his eyes and his hand glows a bright pink. It looks hot to the mere touch, and he lets his hand lash out in front of him in the hallway, slicing a vase cleanly in half. With just his hand.

Shiro flinches, watching the vase, and its contents crumble to the ground. He kneels down, trying to pick it up.]

At least I know that still works...

b; mindreading ok or no?

[brainleak]

[River jumps when she hears the crash of glass, instantly turning towards it, but breathes a deep sigh when she just sees the broken vase. She feels slightly embarrassed over how jumpy she is nowadays, but she just hopes this man didn't notice it.]

Don't have to clean it. Mom can always fix it up.

Jareth | The Labyrinth

[movethestars4no1]

A. Network, video

[the picture is badly-lit but framed perfectly and the camera is so perfectly still it's almost uncanny. Piercing yet unimpressed eyes seem to look through the camera and the screen, almost directly at their viewer]

This contraption has informed me that I have gained several followers. It's no kingdom, but it will have to do.

[A disarmingly charismatic sharp-toothed smile.]

I, of course, know who each of you are. If you truly wish for me to lead you, come find me. I'll be waiting.

[he holds the smile for a few seconds and the image fades to black]

B. Action

The Goblin King never just walks through a hallway, he struts. With the heels of his boots clacking on the floor and his head held high, he has, quite intentionally, made himself unmissable. He always walks with a purpose, as if he knows exactly where to go, and tonight is no exception... Except, this is the fourth time he has walked down your hallway.

The Goblin King is lost.

B!

[mettatonvevo]

[The clacking of boots down a tile floor is a familiar sound to Mettaton, though it's one he's used to making, not hearing. Initially ignoring it in favor of trying on some new clothes, he eventually can't deny that whoever this person is click clacking down the hall, they must need something.

So out he walks, his own strut noticeable but casual. When his eyes alight on Jareth, he's gotta admit, he's taken aback a little. Wow! Does this person know how to walk with aplomb or what?]

You lost, darling?

[He calls out from a little down the hall behind Jareth, eyeing him appreciatively.]

Cloud Strife | Final Fantasy VII

[battlefront]

Gardens, action

[Another hallucination, huh. This one seemed to be sticking longer that the last few. Maybe it's getting worse.

But there doesn't seem to be anyone around, this time. He'd woken up in the middle of a rose bush (the roses were... painted red?), and his first instinct upon waking up in a garden is to tend to the flowers. A couple had bent where he'd landed, but they seemed to right themselves quicker than he'd gotten up. But why were they painted?

And for being outside, why did it still feel so stifling?

Ah, well. He'll probably wake up in the church or having fallen off his bike again. In the meantime, he'll find a canister of water and start tending to the gardens.]

[postictal]

[Lost time again. How many months, days, weeks? Hell if he knows. It doesn't matter so much anymore anyway - Tim's used to it. Thing is, this sure doesn't look like any part of Alabama he remembers.

It doesn't look like anything he'd think he'd remember.

But there's a guy nearby watering some flowers. Tim breathes in, and breathes out. He'll keep the interaction brief. Curt. To the point. That's far safer than any alternatives.

He's already fumbling in his pockets for a box of cigarettes as he approaches.]

Hey, so - weird question, I know - but would you happen to have the date?

erin gilbert | ghostbusters

[mediumpoof]

library.
[ Erin doesn't know what this place is or what she's doing here.

Well. That's not entirely true, actually. She's gathered that she's in a library, a grand, old one, not unlike the one in New York City. It's bigger though, and not nearly as well-organized. Erin would know, because she can't find the book she needs, and she's been searching for hours.

At first, she thought she was pulled in by some kind of portal -- but this isn't anything like the portal she went through trying to rescue Abby. But this library is impossibly large, too large for her home dimension. But she doesn't know for sure, can't know for sure, because none of the books will tell her.

So by now, Erin is two steps away from fully panicking. She's sitting on the floor of the library with countless books strewn around her. She's paging through one now, urgently, and only stops when she hears the sound of footsteps. She looks up, desperate. ]

Oh -- hi -- hello, yes, I'm Erin Gilbert, do you know where we are? Besides a library, of course, I know that. But where's this library? Have you heard of Earth? Have you seen Abby or Holtzmann or Patty?

[ Okay, so she's rambling. Give her a break. It's been a tough day. ]

[human100emoji]

You're in a world that I would only describe as hell, my friend.

[Come a voice with legs tossed over the edge of chair. Boots, Uggs, majestic wolf t-shirt.]

No internet, no twitter. No hot celebs or a dance crew.

[And even without said wifi, her phone is still glued to her hand. She can still play games and pretend to be busy.]

Actually, the name of this place is Wonderland and I, for one, am going to sue the crap out of the Walt Disney Company as soon as I get back.

Napstablook | Undertale

[rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry]

Network Video

[the video starts with a close up of their mouth as they check to see if the camera is on. they back away and the camera falls forward, screen going black]
sorry, sorry....
[the camera is moved back into its original position. Napstablook is next to their computer]
hey uuh so i've been working on this new track so i'll play it if you want to hear it
[a pause]
but its ok if you don't, it's kind of garbage
so just, uhh, stop watching this video then, i'm about to play it ok....
...
.......
............

i'm playing it, last chance to not hear it... ok....

[they press a key and plays 45 second of a very spooky synthesized track, if you listen closely, you can hear them softly hum along]
ok so let me know if you have any thoughts on it to make it less terrible...
also i was thinking i might want to put some vocals in it
like
"ooo oo OOOoo"
or something...
i don't know. sorry.

[they get close to the camera again and the video shuts off]

SLAMS IN HELLO FRIEND

[mettatonvevo]

Oh Blooky, it sounds lovely! And the vocals sound perfect!

[He thinks for a moment.]

Why don't you also add an ooooOOOOOOOoo oo oo?

brian kinney | queer as folk

[kinnetics]

network; arrival

i must be on such a bad trip right now. this is the last time i let them give me the cheap shit. wonderland. so fucking cliche. i'm ashamed of my imagination.

library; action

[brian tears through a library shelf — maybe not in the literal tearing sense, but he is grabbing books off the shelf, quickly skimming the binding, and then throwing them on the ground with much aplomb. like he thinks one might be hidden behind the other ones. like he thought he was gonna find alice in wonderland and find some spoilers for his life. or maybe he just wanted to reread it to figure out if there were any gay characters he could look for and fuck someday. in any case, it seems that he'll never know.]

library

[krmvgivv]

Oh my god, stop! [Dipper runs over and picks up the books he's thrown down, holding them to his chest protectively. He scowls, giving Brian a dirty look.]

Evie's gonna kill you.

Gwen Stacy aka Spider-Gwen | Marvel Earth-65

[gwensday]

Network
[ Well, its not her phone but it is a phone and she supposes it will do. Since everyone else trapped in this place seems to be using it to address everyone like its a vine. A video opens to show someone dressed in a white and black spandex unitard, with a hood and a mask covering her face. Pink and blue web designs adorn the inner hood and arms. ]

Hello Wonderland. So I never realized getting punched in the face by Captain America would result in waking up inside a book. Also ow, I really do not recommend that. She packs a mean punch. Last time I hit my head I hallucinated a talking pig that was really judgmental about my life choices- which I guess says a lot more about me than the pig.

[ She makes a face at herself behind her mask. Really, Gwendolyne you're rambling. ]

So- my point. I'm not really sure you all actually exist, but, I'll play along. The name's Spider-woman. Here for all your friendly neighborhood needs.

[cuteshit]

Dude, talking animals say the craziest shit. You don't have to take crap from a pig.

[He knows, okay. He knows. Additionally:]

What's the mask for?

Naoto Shirogane - Persona 4 (let's try this again now that I'm not busy as crap)

[shiroganeheir]

Network

IF THIS TRULY WONDERLAND, ARE WE IN THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS OR THE ORIGINAL BOOK? PLZ EXPLAIN. ALSO STATUS OF RED QUEEN OR HATTER NEEDED.

ALSO HOW DO WE GET HOME?

ALSO ALSO, IF THIS IS A TRICK, TEDDIE, I WILL MEGIDOLAON YOUR ASS.

Action

[Sure. She can handle Wonderland. Something pulls at the back of her mind that it should be a lot creepier than this, but she pushes that to the side in favor of exploring. Part of her is expecting Ted to jump out at any moment in that stupid Alice dress and laugh forever.

She's not sure if she'd rather have that or not.

Every so often, she'll stop and watch people go by, making mental notes. She doesn't mean to be creepy, it's the detective in her.]

[cuteshit]

don't think we're in any specific book, but
hey wait a minute
naoto? that you?

matt murdock | daredevil (marvel-616)

[actuallydaredevil]

[ Network: But What if Secret Wars?? ]

So... Wonderland? Is this like, the book, or the movie? A little too creative for Mr. Fear, so he's out.

[ Well, there's Daredevil, red suit, horns and all. He seems to be broadcasting video but it's both out of focus and clearly not aimed right. He's not exactly a master photographer. ]

You know, as far as 'end of the world's go, this is a lot less... exciting than I was expecting. I thought there'd be more Avengers, for one thing.

[ Not that he's complaining, he could've woken up in a black suit and having alienated all of his friends in exchange for getting his secret identity back. Yeesh. ]

[ Action - Music Room ]

[ Finding little answers and very few options in relieving stress the usual way, (that is to say, punching bad guys and what have you,) Matt has at least been able to find a piano and already changed out of his superhero getup earlier today. Cowl or not, he's playing Moonlight Sonata like the brooding superhero he is. But hey, at least he's pretty good. Of course, sound is a pretty important when you're a blind superhero, so whether you're just walking in or have been hanging out for a while, he'll probably notice your presence enough to look vaguely towards you. ]

Got any requests? [ He smirks, still playing. ] Just, uh, don't ask me to sight-read anything. Not really my forte.

natalie goodman | next to normal

[mozartwascrazy]

[ a: network: video ]

[All right, so Natalie has no idea where she is, but she can be calm. Right? Maybe? All she knows is that she's got a lot of questions.]

Uh...hi. [She waves halfheartedly.] This is probably, like, the most obvious question ever, but why am I in some sort of weird fairytale? I mean, Wonderland? Kind of lame, right?

[Natalie sighs, clearly frustrated.]

I just need to get out of here. Sorry. I mean, not sorry, but I also hate complaining, so.

[ b: action: the music room ]

Natalie's been here a day and a half and already, she's found a favorite spot. She sort of stumbled upon the piano by accident--she was looking for a way out of this place (yet again)--and when she saw the music room, she couldn't help but feel a little more at home.

Currently, she's sitting at the piano, letting her fingers run over the black and white keys that look so clean and shiny--not at all like the keyboard she had to practice on at school back home. It reminds her that she has something she's good at, even if right now, she feels more confused than ever.

Natalie sighs contentedly and begins to play, making up a tune as she goes. Hey, it's like...jazz, right? Henry would be proud, is what she tells herself, as it starts to resemble a coherent melody.

hope you're still around ahhhh BUT A

[goodwoofjames]

You're not alone, there. Unfortunately none of us have figured out that trick. The "getting out of here" one, I mean. Sorry.

[He smiles in a way he thinks is suave. Ish.]

But in the meantime, at least we can make plenty of friends?