Interrogations with the Queen

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Who: The Queen of Hearts [onlyredroses] and her criminals (Alex [40410], Canada [unseen_maple], Jack Ryan [kindly_done], Poland [reckless_eagle], and Rachel [dontrainonmy]
Where On the mirror side, in an isolated room.
When: Sunday the 18th to Monday the 19th. Time is funny like that.
Rating: PG/PG-13
Summary: Five innocent citizens of Wonderland have found themselves under arrest for really stupid things! What does the Queen have planned for them?
the Story:

Each of the criminals will find themselves in a room, upon their forced arrival into the mirror world. There is only one door, and it is locked. The only other exit is a mirror; however, they will not be able to travel through it. They will be able to look through it, however, and see what the left behind. If they're lucky, they may even get a glimpse of their mirror walking around where they belong.

There are two chairs, should they like a seat. They are on either side of a table, and on the table in each room is a large jar with a sealed lid. Aside from these items, there is nothing else in these rooms.

The queen will enter soon enough. It would be difficult to interrogate all of them at once, of course.

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ALEX'S THREAD

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Alex's interrogation thread goes here!

All for me? You shouldn't have! <3

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And then, quite suddenly, he's not in his room any more.

Alex freezes for a few horrible seconds. There are only two people who he knows can do that: the Operator and whoever brought him to Wonderland (and he's still not convinced those are different people). His watch doesn't show any lost time, at least. But he doesn't have his camera.

"Shit. Oh shit. Oh shit."

He looks around sharply, on the offchance that he dropped it - but no, it must still be in his room. He looks up at the mirror in time to see himself draping a towel across it on the other side, blocking the view.

Whatever the everloving fuck is going on, he needs to get out of here. And get his camera. Oh god, anything could've happened without his camera.

Until the Queen arrives, he'll be trying the door. And then trying to break the door. Things he freezes seem liable to shatter, so if he freezes the door and then kicks it - or whacks it with a chair - then surely that'll...

...have no useful effect?

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"I suppose we will need to add attempted destruction of property to your list of crimes."

Just as suddenly as Alex was taken, the Queen appears in the room, behind him. She says little at first, allowing her presence and statement to fully sink in. She did not take the door, no that was far too risky for a queen when someone was attempting to destroy it. Instead, she had been able to travel along the mirrors, a secret route meant only for her.

"Inquisitiveness. Attempted destruction of property. ...Terrible hair." She glances at it as though his hair has done something horribly wrong. "...and perhaps a little ignorance. For good measure."

After all, it did not actually matter much at all what the charges were, so long as she could say he was guilty.

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Alex whirls around in shock when she first speaks, his plasmid hand raised, and--

--doesn't fire it. He's never fired it at a human being (or apparent human being). There's a very distinct, very important line between freezing a creature that's attacking you and freezing a person who's talking to you.

He keeps his hand up, though, because she's obviously far from harmless. She must have transported him here, she appeared out of nowhere, and he's just waiting for her to become an immediate physical threat. He doesn't even know what to make of the list of crimes, but that's a less important question than:

"Where the hell am I?"

Alex's voice is as harsh as it was over the comm', and now it has the sharpness of fear as well.

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The Queen is far from frightened by his plasmid hand. If anything, she seems amused by his outburst. She chuckles, but it's soft.

"This is my domain," she said. "Well, all of Wonderland is my domain, but this is the place from which I rule."

She taps the glass of the mirror for emphasis. "This is the world beyond the looking glass, Alex Kralie."

She could easily just take what she wanted by force, but she opts not to. Instead she cordially invites him to sit, with a wave of her hand.

CANADA'S THREAD

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Canada's interrogation thread goes here!

Re: CANADA'S THREAD

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What the heck was going on?!? First he had been accused of treason and treacle or something. Then pancakes were illegal too. Then he had been pulled into this strange place. Matthew walked around the strange room, looking for any means of escape. No such luck. And through that mirror... Was that his room? And someone was in it. Someone who....

"Is that....me? That's crazy. This whole place is insane."

Re: CANADA'S THREAD

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"We are all mad here, or so the saying goes."

What. Where did the Queen even come from? When Canada turned around though, there she was, standing by the table. She had not made a sound entering the room. With just a wave of her hand, she invited him to sit down.

"So, Canada," she began. She was an important woman with little time to waste, after all. "You are wanted for treason, treachery, treacle, and the theft of pancake ingredients. How do you plead?"

Not that it mattered how he pleaded. It was just what you were supposed to ask on such occasions.

Re: CANADA'S THREAD

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He whirled around in surprise at her sudden appearance. Trying to control his rising sense of dread, Canada accepted the invitation to sit down. Perhaps there was still some way to reason with her. Sensing from their earlier exchange that denying the crimes would do him no good, Matthew decided to try a different tactic.

"I'm sorry if I did anything to offend you, Your Majesty. I only arrived recently and I'm not really familiar with the laws here."

Politeness and deference were unlikely to work, but still worth a try.

Re: CANADA'S THREAD

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"Interesting," she said, drumming her fingers on the table. "So you plead guilty then?"

She had not been expecting that, but it would make matters a lot easier in the long run if he admitted his guilt here and now. ...Well. Easier for her any way.

"Either you are or you aren't," she clarified. "Pick one, at once."

JACK RYAN'S THREAD

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Jack Ryan's interrogation thread goes here!

ohshi--

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First, he searches the room for a door. He is thorough. He is also panicking, because every glance in the mirror shows him his counterpart, grinning manically, in a room full of firearms.

When the Queen arrives, she'll find him on hands and knees, with his nose to the baseboards, looking for a hidden passage, a grate, something, anything.

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"Why, hello down there. Drop something?" She sounds as though she knows perfectly well he did not, and that she would not help him to look even if he really had.

When she arrives, it is sudden and silent, as she is able to travel most quickly and quietly along the glass of the mirrors. The sight of her randomly selected criminal with his face on the floor is a more amusing site than she had expected to walk in on.

"Though, I suppose I should have expected such a thing, from our pure absurdist," she said. "Do take your seat, before you become filthy...er."

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Jack doesn't know much about the Queen, and as such is not appropriately fearful or respectful in any way. At the sound of her voice, he leaps to his feet and flattens himself against the wall, staring at her with hard eyes.

He raises his left hand, poised to snap, but...well, she doesn't attack him. She doesn't really look as if she's going to. With an effort, he stuffs the hand into his pocket instead and sits down, though he's tense nearly to trembling.

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Well, of course she doesn't attack him. That would be simply barbaric and unqueenlike...for now anyway. Instead, she sits across from him, in the other chair, as regally as she can.

"You seem rather nervous, Jack Ryan," she said. "Perhaps you should not have committed a crime if you did not wish to face the consequences of your actions?"

His actions being, of course, having an absurd name consisting of two personal names. Admittedly, it was not her best of reasons, but it would do for her purposes.

POLAND'S THREAD

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Poland's interrogation thread goes here!

POLAND'S THREAD

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One minute, he was in the antechamber of his and Lithuania's room with his communicator, and the next, everything changed. Damn it. So much for not letting them take him in... well, he still wasn't going to cooperate. That much was totally non-negotiable and junk!

Poland spent his time until the Queen arrived trying to open, unlock, or break the door, without any results to speak of besides growing more and more frustrated. He slung himself down sullenly into one of the chairs, with a little groan of "kurwa!"

Re: POLAND'S THREAD

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In a second, in just enough time for Poland to blink, the Queen was there, securely in the room. She could move rather quickly along the glass panes of the mirrors, if she so chose to. It was a rather effective scare tactic most of the time, not that suddenly tearing someone away from where they belonged wasn't effective or anything.

"You've made yourself comfortable, I see?" the Queen said, teasing him and his unfortunate situation.

POLAND'S THREAD

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The Queen's tone made Poland bristle, and in an instant, he was back on his feet, hands still at his side but balled into fists.

"As if," he replied, glaring up at her. "This place is like, a total dive. Send me home, now!"

Re: POLAND'S THREAD

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"There you go, abusing the English language again," she said, with an air of amusement. Translators be damned; she was hearing it as English, and that was all that really mattered. "I suppose you cannot hear it crying out in pain from the lashing you've given it."

"As for your request, it is being denied, on the grounds that you are a criminal. We cannot have you running about anywhere until you have been properly dealt with."

Poland was no threat to her. She even elected to sit down opposite him at the table, folding her hands delicately on the table.

RACHEL'S THREAD

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Rachel's interrogation thread goes here!

RACHEL'S THREAD

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From the screaming at her mirror, and protests of how unfair this was, and how it could not possibly be happening, once in the room, Rachel started to quiet down. Mostly because, well, it didn't seem like anyone was listening anymore.

She looked around the room, arms folded over her chest in what may have been anger, or may have been insecurity. She wasn't looked in the mirror, but at the door, and definitely was not opting to sit in the chair.

Rachel stood there, silently, and realized she was really...thirsty.

Re: RACHEL'S THREAD

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The Queen chuckled from behind her. "You're awfully quiet now, aren't you?"

As with the others, she had snuck in silently through the glass of the mirror, fully intent on attempting to make Rachel jump for her own personal amusement.

"Why don't you sit?" she said. She walked slowly, with grace, around the table until she was at her own seat. "I can assure you it does not bite."

"Or perhaps I could get you something?" Her red lips curve a little more than they should at the offer. "You look a little thirsty, dear."

RACHEL'S THREAD

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Rachel did jump, giving the Queen her desired effect, but quickly snapped, "I'm fine," to both counts. She stared at the chair, and not at the queen, but refused to sit.

Re: RACHEL'S THREAD

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"Suit yourself," the Queen said. If anyone asked, she had made an effort to be a good host. Really.

"So, Rachel," she sighed and leaned on the table just a bit. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?"