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entrancelogs2015-07-22 08:52 pm
onlyredroses) wrote in entrancelogs2015-07-22 08:52 pm
+ HER ANTIDOTE + | OPEN
Who: The Queen of Hearts [onlyredroses], her Mirrors, and curious Real Things.
Where: The Core, Mirror Side
When: 7/22nd-7/23rd
Rating: PG-13 to be safe.
Summary: The Queen of Hearts gave an order, and those who followed it are to report to her at the Core. However, the rips are still present, so there may be a few stray Real Things making life difficult.
The Story:
The light of the Core is still flickering, temperamental as it's been for weeks. Then, at 11:58PM on the 21st, the Queen of Hearts is there in a blink, arms crossed.
"What are you doing in there?" she mutters. "Shouldn't you be preventing this? I shouldn't have to clean up your mess."
The Core, or whoever she's speaking to, predictably does not respond, and she huffs. Typical.
She pulls a pocket watch from a pocket of her dress and flicks it open with a frown. 12:01AM. The 22nd. Then, she looks down the hall. It has only been a minute and she is already growing very impatient, tapping her foot as she waits.
It would be in everyone's best interest not to keep her waiting too long.
[ooc: Prose or [brackets] are fine; I'll match! If you would like your character to have a traitor mark either added or removed, specify it somewhere in your tag and I'll get in touch with you about that! Anyone seeking to fight her will be disappointed though. She has business to attend to and will not entertain attackers (and will send them away), but this is a rare opportunity for any Reals who have wanted to speak with Her Majesty. And of course, your Mirrors may present their stolen sentimental items here. ♥]
onlyredroses], her Mirrors, and curious Real Things.Where: The Core, Mirror Side
When: 7/22nd-7/23rd
Rating: PG-13 to be safe.
Summary: The Queen of Hearts gave an order, and those who followed it are to report to her at the Core. However, the rips are still present, so there may be a few stray Real Things making life difficult.
The Story:
The light of the Core is still flickering, temperamental as it's been for weeks. Then, at 11:58PM on the 21st, the Queen of Hearts is there in a blink, arms crossed.
"What are you doing in there?" she mutters. "Shouldn't you be preventing this? I shouldn't have to clean up your mess."
The Core, or whoever she's speaking to, predictably does not respond, and she huffs. Typical.
She pulls a pocket watch from a pocket of her dress and flicks it open with a frown. 12:01AM. The 22nd. Then, she looks down the hall. It has only been a minute and she is already growing very impatient, tapping her foot as she waits.
It would be in everyone's best interest not to keep her waiting too long.
[ooc: Prose or [brackets] are fine; I'll match! If you would like your character to have a traitor mark either added or removed, specify it somewhere in your tag and I'll get in touch with you about that! Anyone seeking to fight her will be disappointed though. She has business to attend to and will not entertain attackers (and will send them away), but this is a rare opportunity for any Reals who have wanted to speak with Her Majesty. And of course, your Mirrors may present their stolen sentimental items here. ♥]
no subject
[It is not a threat explicitly, though there is an edge that suggests it might be dangerous to openly disagree.]
Though, if you cannot take my word for it, you will see for yourself. You will see that more and more of the rifts across Wonderland have vanished.
no subject
Of course I can take your word for it, Your Majesty. I'm glad that you were able to figure out a solution before Wonderland got too damaged.
[This is the only home that he has, after all. A journal and some knives is a small price to pay to fix it, even if those items hadn't belonged to him.
Emmanuel can hear that someone else is on their way in to deliver their item, so he murmurs a thank you and then shuffles out of the room.]