+ 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

[modore]

Does that mean you have powers at home?

[Time to be nosy!]

[entreats]

Kind of. [ A slight pause. ] It's complicated.

[ She doesn't seem like she's denying it or being secretive about it though as much as it seems hard for her to find the right words for it. ]

I could summon beings.

[modore]

Beings? Like...ghosts or something?

[It sounds a little strange, but he can't really judge, considering his own powers.]

[entreats]

Demons. [ Better to not involve the whole furniture side to it here to keep it from getting even more complicated.. ]

But this place is keeping me from summoning any of them here.

[modore]

Do you miss being able to?

[Even though his own power doesn't work on command, he thinks he'd miss it if it were gone.]

[entreats]

[ That is a much tougher question than any of the previous ones. It makes her silent for a moment. ]

I suppose. [ Mostly since that she's here without her friends, but this is Ange we're talking about. She can't say that f-word out loud! ] It's slightly odd to no longer be able to do something that came so naturally before.

[modore]

Just slightly?

[If his own power was gone, it would be more than slightly odd. He'd always thought of it as a nuisance in the past, but now it felt like a vital part of his life.]

[entreats]

[ Don't you dare call her out on trying to hide how shitty she feels about something!! ]

Hmm. It's not like I did it all the time back home either. Not recently, anyway.

[modore]

Did they keep you company?

[He's trying to imagine why else someone would want to summon demons, because he really can't imagine Ange having malevolent reasons.]

[entreats]

Yeah. [ Thanks for not saying the word "friends", it makes that question a lot easier to answer. ]

I went to an all girls boarding school full of stuck up girls, so it was the only way to have someone reasonable to talk to.

[modore]

So you didn't get along with your classmates.

[He can't relate to going to a boarding school or summoning demons or most of the rest of Ange's situation, but he can relate to...not being able to relate to others.]

[entreats]

[ There's a small pause. She hasn't ever really talked with anyone about this before, and it makes her feel like she's showing too much vulnerability. But she tries to push on it and get it out of her mouth anyway - just trying to seem as deadpan about it as possible. ]

That's an understatement, I suppose. They bullied me. They threw things at me, harassed me and asked why I wasn't just dead.

[ She sucks in a deep breath. ]

So I prefered more demonic company.

[modore]

...That's understandable.

[He frowns, swinging his legs a little.]

Sorry. That it was that bad.

[entreats]

It's okay. Pretty much everyone here has their own sob story. [ And with how much Ange likes to hide every sign of weakness, it's easy to just shove her own under the carpet with that. ]

This place just likes feeding on misery, I suppose.

[modore]

Maybe. Maybe that's what makes for the strongest memories.

[Which in turn Wonderland eats.]

No wonder so many events are terrible.

[entreats]

... That time people turned into kids.

[ Including her, but she'd prefer to not think of how many people saw her as a little kid, okay.. ]

Was that one born from your memories? Since you have something like that going on for yourself.

[modore]

[That had certainly been a strange event for him. He wonders if it was easier or harder on him because he became an adult rather than a child.]

I...don't think so. At least, I haven't noticed that there's anything I've forgotten, and it seems like I would have by now.

[entreats]

Maybe there's someone else here who's also older than they look then. [ Not that the event necessarily points to that.. She supposes a whole slew of memories could end up turning them into kids. But still. ]

You could form a club.

[ It sounds a little blunt when you just pay attention to the words themselves, maybe, but Ange's tone is a little softer than usually. Like she genuinely means something about it - about how it might be nice for him to have someone who Gets It. ]

[modore]

[He's not entirely sure if she's serious about that at first, but then smiles a little.]

Yeah. That'd be nice, I guess.