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[ en ] tranceway . m . o . d . s. ([personal profile] vitaelamorte) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2018-06-08 09:33 am

+ 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!
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[personal profile] bloodmagics 2018-06-14 12:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[He knows what you're doing, asshole. It hits a nerve definitely, but he can't let the Mirror know that.]

You're not going to get the reaction you want. [Even with the way he feels sicker and sicker with each passing second.] So why don't we skip ahead to you yelling in a murderous rage so we can be done with this?
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[personal profile] squandered 2018-06-19 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Laughter, still, no matter how tempting the mage's suggestion. ]

Later, on the board, when we tear your pieces apart. The stands, after. You I'll keep to play with-- [ The Knight-Commander grabs his neck and squeezes. Not too much, the crystals do not let him close it easily. But they pulse quietly at the warmth of another's skin. ] Can you hear the song from here, Champion? I'll make it sing to you yet.
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[personal profile] bloodmagics 2018-06-20 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[His stomach turns at the Mirror's words and he suddenly feels even sicker than the red lyrium is making him. He moves far too sluggishly to get away from the hand grabbing at his throat, and the touch of crystal to skin threatens to bring things to a head.]

Let -- [He weakly tries to pull the hand away, bile rising in his throat.] Get off me.