entrancelogs | + The Time Has Come, the Time Is Now +

Who: Everyone in Wonderland!
Where: The chessboard hills
When: Monday, June 11, all day starting at 10:00 AM
Rating: R for (sometimes excessive) violence
Summary: The Queen of Hearts has declared war and the time for battle has come.
The Story:
♥ ICly, the Real Things who will act as pieces volunteered and are led by the Red Queen. The Mirrors were chosen by the Queen of Hearts without being given a choice. The Queen of Hearts announced her choices to her Mirrors very directly, with an order to show up at 10:00 AM on the chessboard, ready to fight. The Red Queen announced her choices more politely, but just as firmly, with a text message sent out over the network listing her pieces and requesting their assistance to protect their fellow Real Things. Characters were not ICly able to respond to this message.

♥ Those pieces who choose to obey the summons will have time to gather any items or weapons they might want to have with them, within reason. Those who don't heed the summons will find themselves suddenly and instantly transported to their square on the chessboard when 10:00 AM rolls around. They will arrive with anything that was on their person at the time, as well as one weapon (whatever it would be normal for them to use). Likewise, any spectators who are not in or around the stands by 10:00 AM will find themselves transported there.

♥ Each player sports an armband, white for the Real Things and Black for the Mirrors, with the shape of their assigned chess piece embroidered in the opposite color. Royalty pieces wear crowns indicative of their status. Should a pawn be promoted to queen, a crown will appear on their head.

♥ Pieces will find that they can't leave their assigned spots until they're told what square to move to by either the Queen of Hearts or the Red Queen. And if they refuse to move, after a couple of moments, an unseen force will scoot them along to their new space.

♥ When threading moves on the board, please find the appropriate top-level under which to comment! It might be helpful to label your thread with which move/encounter you're playing out.

♥ Players on the board can not communicate with those in the stands and vice versa (other than by jumping around and flailing, I guess). However, players on the board can communicate directly with those in squares adjacent to them or with any challenger whose square they share. Since some pieces have a lot of down time, feel free to have them chat with others on the board while they're waiting around.

♥ Directions from the Queens can be assumed. Go ahead and play out moves without waiting for a comment to officially announce them.

♥ The plotting and info post for this log is here.

♥ For your convenience, here are links to the thread headers:

Have fun!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Of all the stupid...]

[Once the Queen of Hearts had declared war, Jean decided he should do some research on the matter. He had some experience with war in a conventional sense, but he wanted to know what he might be getting into here. What happened in Wonderland was rarely cut and dry. There was probably some kind of twist lurking in the shadows, and he wanted to prepare himself in any way he could.]

[That was when he saw mention of the first chess match. It was several years ago, but it was all he could find in relation to actual conflict between the reals and the mirrors. It left him feeling unimpressed. If the Queens were just going to make a game out of their pissing contest, it made it clear they didn't respect the lives they claimed to protect, on either side.]

[When the Red Queen pleaded for volunteers, his judgement softened somewhat. She seemed to be sincerely concerned for the reals. He threw his hat in, in hopes of sparing someone who didn't want to fight from the draft, but...]

[A chess match. Another fucking chess match.]

[Jean was furious. He had no desire to be a part of this farce, but now he couldn't refuse. He took his place on the board, quietly fuming, and moved as he was commanded while he watched the conflicts breaking out on the other spaces. Some of the participants took pleasure in the pointless violence, while others did not. Regardless, the whole situation was disgusting to him. When he gained the queen's crown from crossing the entire board, he wanted to throw it off his head and stomp on it until it was nothing but scrap, but it was glued to his head. He couldn't get it off.]

[He would have liked to avoid capturing other pieces entirely, but late in the game, he was finally commanded into a lethal move. Against someone he didn't know at all, real or mirror. He had no idea how they would fight, or what kind of powers they might have...]

[He drew his triggers out from under his arms, and attached them to a pair of swords still in his sheathes. But he didn't draw them. He just wanted to be ready.]

So? [He shouted over to his opponent.] Are you gonna forfeit or what?

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[Being drafted was hardly Mirror Ryou's idea of a good time, but what the Queen of Hearts wanted, the Queen of Hearts got. Besides, he might have ideas of his own on how he wanted everything to shake out for him, but he was far from ready to try any insubordination against the Queen.

Like...ever.

SO, here he was, looking irate for most of the match due to his very inactive role in it. At the very least, if he'd been summoned here to do something, they could have given him a proper set of moves, instead of a quick, mindless shift two squares diagonal.

Given his proclivity for games, the mirror already knew how this game was likely to go. The Red Queen was doing a damn good job giving her sister the runaround here...

So of course, when he's finally approached and questioned as to what he was doing, the mirror casts a very cold look to his enemy and finally uncrosses his arms from the position they'd been glued most of the match. Eyes which had been following the game's movements were now only on Jean. The look is, for now, incalculable, because it's unwise to act in any way but the way he should, right?

He shifts a foot back and scoffs. It's not much of a stance shift--in fact it's pretty defensive.]

You must think I'm an idiot. Forfeit? We should all have pride in serving our true queens, shouldn't we?

[He rolls his eyes as he seems to size Jean up.]

If you want this space, you'll have to fight for it, same as anyone else.

[He is just so enthused about it, really.

Except he's not.]

You don't sound like you really mean that.

[The pride part at least. Jean shook his head.]

I've got no love for the Red Queen. I didn't think she was gonna make a game out of our lives when I volunteered.

[Even though, you know this exact same thing had happened in the past. He felt pretty duped by this whole situation. He really should have known better when the Red Queen decided to appeal to their emotions.]

Is that what you wanna do? Play games?

Games are the only thing I'm good at.

[He grins wryly, but Jean is right. Bakura's heart isn't in this game, because he's used to being the master of it all, and it doesn't suit him to be a pawn--well, not a pawn, but a useless bishop. If that's what he wanted, he'd play his Real's role in that insipid tabletop campaign.]

But since we're stuck playing games, we ought to stop talking about it, right? Or are you going to forfeit? It would make this a lot easier, you know. If you don't want to play, then give up your square.

[Games are the only thing I'm good at? That's an intriguing answer. Jean lifts an eyebrow as he regards Bakura a little more carefully.]

I'm not forfeiting. But I'm not interested in playing with a handicap either. [His hands still hovered over his blades, and that made his intentions clear.] Unless you've got an ace up your sleeve?

[Bakura eyes the machinery at Jean's sides, raising an eyebrow of his own.]

I'm just an ordinary human with no combat training, hard as that may be to believe. Don't you think it's a little overmuch to be using weapons?

[Surprisingly, he's being honest. No aces here, but it's worth trying to play to this guy's sympathy. Clearly he doesn't feel comfortable doing this, as evidenced in some earlier moves, and his attachment to talking.]

Either way, let's quit wasting time. Do you suppose I want to piss off our spectators, or look bad? If you're going to swing, then swing.

[He tenses a little after saying it.

Just in case...]

[Jean hesitated for a moment. It was totally possible that Bakura was lying to him. He didn't know anything about him, or his real, so it was likely he had powers he simply wasn't disclosing. But Jean wasn't about to run up and shiv him either. He deserved a fair shot at a clean fight, especially with his Queen watching. She could do some pretty awful things to the Mirrors when she wasn't pleased.]

[He could move a little better if he were to disengage his gear, but he didn't want to take that chance. It would be stupid to disarm himself. Instead, Jean edged closer, and held his fists up in a boxing stance. He was still able to draw his swords if worse came to worse.]

[Here's to hoping that he isn't being tricked. Again.]

+ The Time Has Come, the Time Is Now +

Move 73 (Jean captures Mirror Bakura)

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