Wonderland, oh, Wonderland. (He sighs; it's melodramatic, heavy and not quite sincere, and he takes a moment before raising his staring straight on at the looking glass.) Quite the week we've been having, isn't it?

(Where ever he is -- once again, he's not particularly fond of sharing that particular detail since he'd prefer not to get arrested ( Read more... )

Hello, Wonderland. (Come on, say hi to the Master. You might have noticed by now that he really likes the sound of his own voice. That aside, he appears to be wearing an expression that might be disappointment. His location is deliberately obtuse -- aka 'you can't see much'.) Some of you have been very naughty; all those soldiers running around, ( Read more... )

(When the Master appears, he just might be making an expression of mock pity something like this.)

Oh, buck up, Wonderland. There are so many people here choosing to focus on negativity. (He may or may not be referring to the slew of missing people posts and less than happy intros. There's a momentary pause as he gives the mirror a wide smile.) ( Read more... )

It has been brought to my attention that what one perceives as reality another might perceive as fiction -- and vice versa, of course. Even Wonderland itself has the dubious honour of being able to claim its existence as both. The distinction is, it would seem, a difficult one to make. There are differences -- subtle ones, and ones that are less so ( Read more... )

(There's the image of a smartly dressed man in a suit; he's sat somewhere, and there's a table in front of him. His expression is pleasant -- almost open, and he doesn't look overly bothered by the situation at hand. A small, polite smile rests on his lips. All in all, he's looking particularly comfortable. Before speaking, he presses his lips ( Read more... )