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

[ Chloe doesn't move into Max's square right away, and her hesitance results in the invisible force giving her a needed push. She hadn't opted for a gun as a weapon, surprisingly; her Real carried one, and Chloe liked to be as different from her Real as she could, so she'd shown up with a small baton that wasn't likely to do a lot of damage.

Good thing, too, because she suddenly finds herself not wanting to do a lot of damage. Turns out bragging to your boyfriend about how you want to kill people isn't the same as actually being in the position of killing one.

The girl hasn't seemed to even notice Chloe is behind her yet, and Chloe is dawdling a little, maybe in the hope that someone else will step in and take care of this. That won't be the case, though, so once she comes up behind the girl, Chloe raises the baton and goes for one quick strike - not enough force to kill her, but hopefully enough to knock her out with one blow. ]

[The several seconds of silence put Max on edge. Several people are calling out to her or gesturing- and she becomes painfully aware that she never heard what the next move was. What square was she in again? C... something?

Did... did one of the Queens just say C?

She turns and tries to stand as rising fear turns her legs to jelly. There's a flash as Chloe's baton comes down, Max ducking instinctively at the last second- it still hits her hard on the head, and she sprawls back, elbows banging painfully against the ground.

A loud, painful groan escapes her. Time stutters in little bursts as Max's attempt to rewind is cut short. It only adds to the throbbing in her head. Unfortunately for Chloe, Max's last minute shift dulled the blow somewhat. But she's still mostly incapacitated, lying on the ground, clutching her head in pain, curled instinctively to protect herself. She now knows exactly what it means to see stars- little white spots that dot her blurred vision. And, most importantly, she's unable to rewind- a fact that Chloe might not know about, but that has essentially removed any advantage Max had.

Chloe's going to have to do one more hit if she wants to finish this.]

[ Chloe, of course, doesn't realize in what way she's managed to incapacitate Max, but at this point, it's not in any way that is helpful. She still has her weapon of choice in hand, her fingers curled so tightly around it that it almost hurts, and that's when it fully sinks in that there is a small part of her that doesn't want to do this.

She didn't sign up for this. None of them did. And maybe plenty of the Mirrors had their blind loyalty to the Queen, but Chloe wasn't one of them. She was only here because the alternative was death.

It's that thought that pushes her forward. The worst the kid will wake up with is a headache. If Chloe doesn't finish this, well, she'll get Unmade, and she will do anything to avoid that. ]

Sorry. [ She manages to breathe that out, at least, before she advances on the girl and brings the baton back down on her again. ]

W-

[Wait, she wants to say, to call out frantically to the woman. She sees the hesitation there, hears the quiet apology. Knows there's more to this than just a penchant for violence.

But it's cut short. There's a split second where Max sees the baton descending, sees it inches away through her blurred vision. She reaches out as though to stop it- far too late, and far too small a movement. It crashes into her skull.

Max hears a crack, feels blinding pain shoot through her head. And then-

She's gone.]

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