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

[He walks in with a split lip, black eye, and bloody knuckles. Coming to the tent had been more of a way to remove himself from the situation at large, along with knowing damn well that his Mirror wouldn't think to come here.]

Don't need too much attention. [Dan says immediately, though his appearance would certainly belie that claim.] Jus' some water, if y' don't mind.

[ When Claire sees him, she shakes her head. ]

I don't mind, but you will sit. Then I'll bring you your water.

[ She says it in a firm 'don't back talk me young man' sort of tone and points at a cot. ]

[He hesitates, brows shooting up, but his lips quirk into a half smirk, half smile before he moves to the indicated cot and takes a seat.]

Yes, ma'am.

[It's nothing, honestly.]

[ Once he sits, she looks over his injuries because she'll be the judge of that, thank you very much. She goes to get him the water, handing it to him. ]

Now, are you going to be stubborn about it, or are you going to let me do what I set up shop to do?

[ She doesn't know how he got hurt, she doesn't know if he's real or mirror and she doesn't ask. She helps, she patches up. All she needs to know about is the injury she's dealing with and what caused it. In this case, it's quite obvious, at least. ]

Depends. [He sips the water, lifting both eyebrows and shooting her an expression of gentle humour. It doesn't give the impression that he's really in the mood to continue whatever fight he just walked out of.]

Y' gonna be stubborn about it, too? 'Cause I know better than t' sit an' argue with a woman what's probably smarter than I am.

I hope I haven't given you the impression that I'm anything but stubborn.

[ She does smile a little as she pulls on gloves, getting to work with practiced hands and gentle movement. ]

I've heard things are getting a bit tense out there. I'm surprised there haven't been more fights off of the chessboard if I'm being honest.

Wouldn't wanna disappoint y' in sayin' y' had. [As she comes near, he lowers the drink and doesn't resist her ministrations at all despite what he said when he walked in. A touch to the left side of his jaw will draw a wince, though there's no mark there yet.]

Ran into my Mirror. He had it comin' for murderin' Evelyn an' tryin' t' do the same t' me. Lucky I didn't fuckin' kill 'im.

You've got some swelling here but I don't think anything's actually broken. Just bruised.

[ What she can see though, she cleans and bandages if needed, before pausing at his explanation of what happened, then continuing on. ]

Do you feel better?

Feel better if I could kill the bastard an' know 'e wasn't gonna come back. [Dan tells her bluntly. There's a grudge match there that's never going to be laid to rest, and his Mirror is at least equal to him in stubbornness.]

Pardon m' language.

Don't worry about your language. I've been on battlefields and heard much worse.

[ She can't blame Dan for what he did in the slightest, and she's not going to chastise him for it. Wouldn't do any good anyway. ]

Luckily, the times they seem to be able to cross over are far and few between. Will you be coming to see me after every encounter with him?

[ Claire will always be there to patch you up, Dan. ]

Don't mean y' gotta hear it from me. [He replies, quite genially, as someone who has always been taught to be polite to (most) women.]

An' I gotta be honest... probably. Last time 'e was over here 'e nearly killed me. Reckon 'e meant to. Was laid up fer more 'n a week.

[Dan sips his water again, shaking his head.]

Don't think 'e'd come t' y' fer help but if 'e does, be careful. Know 'im from me by the scar on 'is face, courtesy a' yours truly.

[ It's sweet, what he says, and there's a flicker of a smile on her lips before they press together again as she listens to him. When he's cleaned up, she steps back to be able to really look at him. ]

I'll be careful.

[ But if he did come to her, she wouldn't refuse him medical attention based solely on who he is and what he's done. ]

I'd warn you of the same thing, but I already know you are.

Me? Careful? [She's not wrong, but he still laughs and leans back with a crooked grin on his face as she visually checks him over. Aside from a few scrapes and bruises, he looks well enough. Every scar on him, even the peculiarly thin one around his scalp just below the hairline, looks quite old.

That is, save for the thick, twisted one marking his temple, which is as fresh and red-purple as it was the day he arrived here.]

That's slander, Ms. Fraser, an' I can't stand fer it.

[ She smiles and steps back, crossing her arms across her chest. ]

Well, I'm satisfied you don't have a concussion at least. But I would like for you to be done fighting for the day and keep drinking plenty of water. Preferably in the shade.

I can't promise nothin'.

[At least he's honest, but he has a feeling his Mirror might try to have another pop at him before all this is over. It doesn't take much to get them riled up at one another, even if Dan wasn't already quite happy to beat him to within an inch of his miserable life without any need for further provocation.

He finishes off the water she gave him and pushes himself to his feet with a smile.]

But 'll take it under advisement, doc. Cross my heart.

Then that's all I ask.

[ She smiles at him, then pulls off her gloves, tossing them in her makeshift wastebin. ]

You're welcome to stay here in the shade for a while if you'd like, but otherwise, you're free to go.

+ The Time Has Come, the Time Is Now +

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