+ The Time Has Come, the Time Is Now +

[vitaelamorte]

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:

The Donation Box
Pre-Game
The Game - Moves 1-20
The Game - Moves 21-40
The Game - Moves 41-60
The Game - Moves 61-80
The Game - Moves 81-100
The Game - Moves 101-117
The Holding Area
The Stands

Have fun!

Comments

[charlastan]

Don't you "dearest Real Grunkle" me! What're you even doing? No one's gonna buy what you're sellin' here.

[Something else about this seems wrong too and it takes Stan a minute to pinpoint exactly what that something is.]

...And where's your partner in crime anyway? The creepy twins thing ain't as creepy when there's only one of you.

[He says it like he half expects Dipper's Mirror to pop up behind him and try to steal his wallet or something. It's suspicious.]

[hsllgrmthgzi]

[Her expression goes dark.]

He had an unfortunate accident. It was funny until Her Majesty replaced him him with the newer model.

[She points accusingly to the front row where.... Dippy Fresh sure is being Dippy Fresh.]

I refuse to call him my brother. He's an abomination.

[charlastan]

[This is the part where Stan should probably be saying something nice and heartwarming about "oh he's still your brother either way"...but then he gets a look at Dippy Fresh and winces sympathetically.]

Oh. Oh, wow. You're not kidding. Eesh, he looks like he's tryin' to sell me something in the nineties.

[hsllgrmthgzi]

Right? We're barely even twins anymore, and it completely throws off my sense of aesthetics. It's like I upgraded Stans and downgraded brothers.

[She examines her fingernails.]

[charlastan]

[Stan scoffs - he's always his own harshest critic.]

I don't see how that guy's an upgrade. Sure, the other one didn't have much of a spine, but this guy doesn't look that impressive.

[hsllgrmthgzi]

He doesn't really have morals. I appreciate that in a family member, and I'm sure you appreciate not being the "awful" one in this Mirror-Real dichotomy that we have here.

[It is so strange to hear what is, essentially, Mabel's lispy voice (albeit a creepier version) saying words like "dichotomy."]

[charlastan]

[It sure is - she must be using the same word a day calendar as Gideon.]

That doesn't make any sense either! I get you're not always opposites, but how does someone's Mirror go from being a nice guy to being the worst guy?

[As for whether he appreciates it or not, well. He's not about to admit anything.]

[hsllgrmthgzi]

Why would she make a Mirror the same way twice if the first one screwed up that badly? Think, Stanley. [She taps her temple.] You don't unmake someone to make them the same way twice. I'll admit her... choices have been questionable. [She points at Dippy Fresh who seems to be trying to start "the wave" on that side of the bleachers.] But if my darling brother was too ambitious for his own good, then replacing him with someone with no ambitions at all works for her.

[charlastan]

[Stan's still not sure where that leaves him, other than just "a person who isn't the best or the worst version of himself", and he's not sure how he feels about that.]

So, she Unmade your brother and she Unmade my Mirror. Why'd she leave you alone?

[hsllgrmthgzi]

[She beams in a way that is so very unlike Mabel. Possibly because it looks a little too much like a cheshire cat grin.]

Because I'm delightful and would never do anything to get into trouble with Her Majesty. I'm loyal and dependable, through and through.

[You can almost see the metaphorical crossed fingers behind her back.]

[charlastan]

[Stan rolls his eyes. He doesn't believe that for a second.]

Yeah, I'm sure you're a real peach.

[hsllgrmthgzi]

To the right people. I'm like any girl, Grunkle. I just want everything to go my way all the time.

[charlastan]

[Stan looks like he's going to argue with her, but then he shrugs.]

Eh. You got me there.

[WOMEN, AM I RIGHT?]

Just knock it off with the impersonation attempts, alright? No one's buying it anyway, so you're wasting your time.