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entrancelogs2014-04-19 01:46 am
coldhardy) wrote in entrancelogs2014-04-19 01:46 am
[OPEN] Time isn't holding us, time isn't after us.
Who: Elsa & OPEN
Where: A mansion hall near the library.
When: 4/19 & onward.
Rating: PG at most. Actual Disney Princess.
Summary: Elsa will pace until someone tells her what's going on.
The Story:
Elsa comes inside to prepare for dinner after skating in the courtyard.
It's not that she has to wear something more appropriate... it's that she wants to. The shimmering blue dress that she'd made on the North Mountain is absolutely to her taste, the most beautiful thing she could imagine at the time that she'd made it, but even after everything that's happened, it's still nice to wear something proper for dinner, and it's still proper to change for dinner. Not into one of her old dresses in their current state, but maybe she'll pick one out and do something different with it. She won't have to do much to freshen up or to fix her hair.
She's near her rooms when she turns a corner and finds herself in an unfamiliar hallway.
She knows her home well, in spite of its size and the many years she'd spent sticking close to her room. This should be a corridor, but it should be the one that leads to her rooms. There should be carpet here, painted trim, a peaked ceiling that follows the peaked roof over it... none of that is in evidence. The new corridor has smooth wooden floors that reflect the candles that light it, and wall-mounted mirrors that magnify the illumination. This can't be her home. There's no corridor that looks like this anywhere in her castle.
So, where is she? What's happened?
She's too bewildered to be as frightened as she might otherwise be... the situation is more strange than menacing... but the air around her takes on a distinct chill. The nearest mirror develops a fog of condensation on its surface. When she notices it, she takes a deep breath and concentrates, and the condensation fades. The coolness hangs in the air close to her, but not as intensely.
Her gaze falls on a small white box that rests on a table nearby. Its surface shimmers when she picks it up to look at it, and she sees that it has a flat panel of glass set into the top. She doesn't understand what it is, but it doesn't belong to her, so she leaves it where she found it.
At first, she stays in place. Then, she tries walking back in the direction she had been walking in, around the corner, hoping that it will put her back where she started -- it doesn't. Eventually, she notices a door about twenty feet away and opens it; it appears to lead to a library, which she doesn't enter.
It feels like forever before anyone else comes through the hall, but in reality, it's only a few minutes.
[OOC note: Elsa is 21, around 5'7" tall, and looks like this. She is slightly more disheveled than in that image, since she's come from outdoor activity.
Any format is fine with me; I can also write further starters for the following day or two, if necessary.]
Where: A mansion hall near the library.
When: 4/19 & onward.
Rating: PG at most. Actual Disney Princess.
Summary: Elsa will pace until someone tells her what's going on.
The Story:
Elsa comes inside to prepare for dinner after skating in the courtyard.
It's not that she has to wear something more appropriate... it's that she wants to. The shimmering blue dress that she'd made on the North Mountain is absolutely to her taste, the most beautiful thing she could imagine at the time that she'd made it, but even after everything that's happened, it's still nice to wear something proper for dinner, and it's still proper to change for dinner. Not into one of her old dresses in their current state, but maybe she'll pick one out and do something different with it. She won't have to do much to freshen up or to fix her hair.
She's near her rooms when she turns a corner and finds herself in an unfamiliar hallway.
She knows her home well, in spite of its size and the many years she'd spent sticking close to her room. This should be a corridor, but it should be the one that leads to her rooms. There should be carpet here, painted trim, a peaked ceiling that follows the peaked roof over it... none of that is in evidence. The new corridor has smooth wooden floors that reflect the candles that light it, and wall-mounted mirrors that magnify the illumination. This can't be her home. There's no corridor that looks like this anywhere in her castle.
So, where is she? What's happened?
She's too bewildered to be as frightened as she might otherwise be... the situation is more strange than menacing... but the air around her takes on a distinct chill. The nearest mirror develops a fog of condensation on its surface. When she notices it, she takes a deep breath and concentrates, and the condensation fades. The coolness hangs in the air close to her, but not as intensely.
Her gaze falls on a small white box that rests on a table nearby. Its surface shimmers when she picks it up to look at it, and she sees that it has a flat panel of glass set into the top. She doesn't understand what it is, but it doesn't belong to her, so she leaves it where she found it.
At first, she stays in place. Then, she tries walking back in the direction she had been walking in, around the corner, hoping that it will put her back where she started -- it doesn't. Eventually, she notices a door about twenty feet away and opens it; it appears to lead to a library, which she doesn't enter.
It feels like forever before anyone else comes through the hall, but in reality, it's only a few minutes.
[OOC note: Elsa is 21, around 5'7" tall, and looks like this. She is slightly more disheveled than in that image, since she's come from outdoor activity.
Any format is fine with me; I can also write further starters for the following day or two, if necessary.]