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entrancelogs2014-09-11 01:31 pm
lucency) wrote in entrancelogs2014-09-11 01:31 pm
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Who: Belle Gold, et al.
Where: The mansion, heading into the attic.
When: Immediately.
Rating: I don't see it getting much more out of hand than a PG.
Summary: YO Belle's here.
Let the record show that this is not how Belle expected to spend her wedding night. Of course, whether it's even her wedding night anymore is debatable, given the way the sun shines down and filters through the windows. And certainly it would have taken some time to travel to a mansion of this size, such a distance away from civilization (and she could see none of it from the grounds, just grass, shrubs, and a forest in the distance).
Well. Presumably. Unless magic was involved. A flash of anger makes itself known amidst the confusion in her face; Belle certainly would have hoped her husband would have told her if they'd be traveling with uncommon means for their honeymoon. That's just flat-out inconsiderate.
But there she is, still veiled and dressed in white. She turns in the foyer, taking in everything, staying silent until she utters a loud, questioning, "Hello?"
It's a beautiful place, and she'd be the first to condone that, but the silence is eerie and the fact that there's nobody here sets Belle on edge. She takes a cautious step, eyes darting around, brow furrowing - and then another until she's walking with purpose, clearing the foyer and the rest and making her way quickly up the stairs. It's a large place. There has to be someone there.
She comes to a pair of doors at the top of the staircase, and, politely, has the sense to knock on them.
"Hello? Is there anybody -" Belle wants to give them the benefit of the doubt, you see, but when it becomes evident that nobody's going to answer, she grabs the handle and yanks the door open, and that's when she enters the attic.
One step inside, two steps inside, and Belle can feel the curiosity overwhelm her. There's so much to look at, so much to see, that for a moment, she forgets her urgency. And, she leaves the door open.
Where: The mansion, heading into the attic.
When: Immediately.
Rating: I don't see it getting much more out of hand than a PG.
Summary: YO Belle's here.
Let the record show that this is not how Belle expected to spend her wedding night. Of course, whether it's even her wedding night anymore is debatable, given the way the sun shines down and filters through the windows. And certainly it would have taken some time to travel to a mansion of this size, such a distance away from civilization (and she could see none of it from the grounds, just grass, shrubs, and a forest in the distance).
Well. Presumably. Unless magic was involved. A flash of anger makes itself known amidst the confusion in her face; Belle certainly would have hoped her husband would have told her if they'd be traveling with uncommon means for their honeymoon. That's just flat-out inconsiderate.
But there she is, still veiled and dressed in white. She turns in the foyer, taking in everything, staying silent until she utters a loud, questioning, "Hello?"
It's a beautiful place, and she'd be the first to condone that, but the silence is eerie and the fact that there's nobody here sets Belle on edge. She takes a cautious step, eyes darting around, brow furrowing - and then another until she's walking with purpose, clearing the foyer and the rest and making her way quickly up the stairs. It's a large place. There has to be someone there.
She comes to a pair of doors at the top of the staircase, and, politely, has the sense to knock on them.
"Hello? Is there anybody -" Belle wants to give them the benefit of the doubt, you see, but when it becomes evident that nobody's going to answer, she grabs the handle and yanks the door open, and that's when she enters the attic.
One step inside, two steps inside, and Belle can feel the curiosity overwhelm her. There's so much to look at, so much to see, that for a moment, she forgets her urgency. And, she leaves the door open.
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Except today, apparently. She's ventured into the attic once or twice but never found anything of interest. The fact that someone else is looking is perhaps a bit more interesting that what the attic itself might hold, so she changes direction to come investigate.
Stopping in the doorway, she peers inside, finding the woman in white standing just inside the door.
"Hello?"
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And that fixes absolutely nothing, but the items have stopped shaking, and Belle lets herself straighten up more, fixing her coat.
"Sorry, I - uh - the door was open," she explains, gesturing to the entrance in which Natasha stands. Her eyes stray, taking in more of the items as the sit around, one by one.
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"Sorry, I didn't realize you;d just arrived. I probably should have. This place can be more than a little confusing and overwhelming at the start," she offered with an apologetic smile. "You're in Wonderland. Yes, I know that might sound pretty strange, but it doesn't make it less true. There's a bunch of us that have been dragged here, from all sorts of other worlds and times. People are still searching for a way out, but at the moment, we're trapped here indefinitely. Or until the magic that runs this place decides otherwise."
She pauses, then holds out her hand in greeting. "I'm Natasha."
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She bites her lip, and it's true, really - in every single situation that she's been in like this, there has been some kind of remedy, some kind of magic to overpower the magic that was apparently too powerful. But Belle sighs, shakes the thought away for now, and forces a polite smile, shaking Natasha's hand. "Ah - Belle."
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