+ Chess is a Gentle-Queen's Game +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: Everyone in Wonderland!
Where: The chessboard hills
When: Monday, July 15, all day starting at 10:00 AM
Rating: PG-13 (probably)
Summary: The Red Queen has accepted a challenge from the Queen of Hearts.
The Story:
♥ ICly, characters who will act as pieces were chosen by either queen. 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 chosen pieces and requesting their assistance to protect their fellow Real things. Characters were not ICly able to respond to this message, but the Red Queen will be available after the event for questions/demands/angry rants.

♥ 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 fliers 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).

♥ Each player sports an armband (since mirrors do tend to look so like their counterparts ♥), black for the Mirrors and white for the Real things, with the shape of their assigned chess piece printed in the opposite color.

♥ 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 thread under which to comment! It might be helpful to label your thread with which moves/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 who enters their respective squares. 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 them being officially announced.

♥ The plotting and info post for this log is here.

♥ For your convenience, here are links to the thread headers:
The Game - Moves 1-22
The Game - Moves 23-40
The Game - Moves 41-55
The Game - Moves 56-71
The Game - Moves 72-83
The Game - Moves 84-98
The Game - Moves 99-114
The Holding Area
The Stands

Have fun!

Comments

[cruelcharity]

[The bullet strikes Charity squarely in the chest, and it does penetrate- a fine spray of blood confirms that- but, apart from a step slightly backward to absorb the impact, he doesn't seem to suffer any ill effects. His smile just grows wider, as the wound vanishes in a crackle of red light.]

Would you like to try again?

[His voice is saccharine, and about as condescending as it is possible for a person to be.]

[worldentire]

Now, what'd I just say.

[ <sub>this ain't good. he knows he's supposed to take this piece but there's no freakin way he can do that with a small box of bullets when this guy doesn't seem to have issue with a straight shot through the chest. it's not the first time in his life he's wondered if he should have spliced; he still comes up with a "no".

if he dies here, he dies here, he decides as he replaces the bullet, cocks the hammer back again and shoots six more bullets at the man.

behind him, the bottle pops back into reality, floating serenely above his head.</sub> ]

[cruelcharity]

[Most of the rounds follow the first, uselessly, into Charity's body. One, striking right between his eyes, has a more impressive effect, and he begins to fall... but that same red light closes up the hole again, and he rights himself before he hits the ground. He laughs, a soft chuckle that would be pleasant in any other circumstances, and coos:] Yes, you're very brave, but I'm afraid I can't let you have the space if you can't do any better than that!

[With that, he begins to advance. His pace is unhurried, but in the limited space of their little battleground, it still won't take him long to start digging his hardened claws into the old man's throat.]

[worldentire]

Uh.

[ <sub>it's not often he's speechless, so the noise in and of itself is comical; he backs up a bit, eyes wide and searching for anything, anything at all to give him some kind of opening--

but all he has is bullets, and a useless damn gun and his cigarettes and hold the phone. he notices the bottle floating above him and licks his lips, backing up and grabbing the first thing in his pocket. he tosses the sole bullet at the bottle. they connect with a soft tink and the bottle's course changes, spinning down towards Charity.</sub> ]

Catch, son.

[cruelcharity]

[Charity assumes it's probably some kind of bomb, and that's likely to do a bit more damage than the bullets had, but probably even more to the old man himself. He hardens more of his skin in preparation, his smile not slipping even as it starts to shift into the rictus of the Ultimate Shield, and he reaches out with one hand to bat the little bottle away.

But the moment he touches it, his expression finally changes. His vision is rapidly clouding with red. Something is happening to his body.]

What did you do-

[He has no time to finish his sentence before he's gone in a burst of smoke, and when his vision clears, he's...

...behind the stands. What? Is this even a place people can be right now? But then the red comes rushing back and he's- okay, this would be the Real gardens- and he's not sure what the next place is- the point is that, by the time he finally reaches his destination, he's positively dizzy.]

[worldentire]

[ _{he's able to give the man a quick, total asshole sort of smile when he starts to teleport, rewarding himself with a job well done by lighting himself another cigarette and moving into place.} ]

Well, that wasn't so bad.