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WHO: EVERYONE
WHAT: A Tea Party
WHEN: A wee bit after Alice's initial post!
WHERE:The Town
NOTES: none
WARNINGS: Shouldn't be any!

( 'But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked. 'Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: )

entirelybonkers

[ Alice looks like she is pondering something world changing over here, what with the way her finger taps against her chin like that. ]

You know--

[ pause and oh! A sip of tea! ]

Now that I think on it, I really am rather fond of tea parties, after all.

[ Thats...all you get. This is what Alice deems important, my dear friends. ]

((ooc: this is the start of the tea party I posted about 8] shortly NPCs will hear what Alice said, and within hours ALL OF THE CITY will wind up pretty much looking like Tim Burton's AiW with a splash of fairy tale added in. GOOD TIMES AMIRIGHT? The log will go up tonight/early tomorrow morning <3))

thequestgiver

[[There's nothing very visible in the orb. Light filters in a little through the cloth over it, but nothing enough to tell who's using it.

There's a long moment of silence before a voice speaks. It's faint. Distant and muffled and has an almost wispy quality to it.]]

Flow away, flown away, to where none can say.... to the wood, to the sea, to the peaks, to the depths... the walls crumble as we all fall down and down...

[[There's a pause before there's a soft laugh. It's hard to even tell what gender the person speaking is, through the muffling and the odd intonation in the voice.]]

It's all falling apart, isn't it? Time has warped, the walls are falling once more... falling falling falling...

[[another laugh. This one's a little higher pitched. Maybe it's a girl's voice? Then it suddenly drops down again.]]

I saw it all... from my tower high, I saw it all, but no one would listen... no one would listen and now it's all coming true, isn't it? Everything will fall again... again and again, we're locked into it, you see? Locked...

[[The voice cuts off suddenly. When it resumes, it's shaking.]]

I'll smash it all... never locked away again. Never never never--

[[and the orb suddenly goes black]]

goldeneyeball

Characters: JW and Alice
Open? No
Where: The 'Demon's Shack' out in the field.
When: GHB 16
What: Alice shares an Underland recipe with the local hedgewizard and absolutely nothing can possibly go wrong with this idea at all.
Warnings: Swears and possible violence against squirrels?

( Let's meet our contestants! )

thequestgiver

Characters: JW & the Giants
Open? If anyone else wants to head for the Giant Kingdom, just make a new thread.
Where: Just outside Schwanheim and up in the air
When: GHB 15
What: JW has a bright idea to try and ~~suck up to~~ gain favor with the giants by giving back the powder compact that fell to the ground the last time the Giant Kingdom was in town
Warnings: JW is his own warning.
( Rub a dub dub, a cranky jerk in a tub )

goldeneyeball

Characters: JW and viewers like you!
Open? Yes!
Where: Around the marketplace in town.
When: GHB 12
What: JW is rebuilding his 'junk for spells' pantry after being gone for so long and could do with a good bothering.

( Wing of Bat and hair of Smaug )

entirelybonkers

[ Initially, there is nothing. You’re just going about your normal day, orb nice and silent, until-- ]

Good heavens!

[ There is a bright blue eyeball peering into it from the other end, expression, what can be seen of it, delighted. ]

How perfectly marvelous – how on earth does it truly work? Hello? Can you hear me in there?

[ She taps it and pulls back, her entire face coming into view. ]

Terribly curious indeed – how whimsically magical…

[ She straightens, and folds her arms, armor clanking. ]

For anyone that may or may not be inside of this magical device, I bid thee a fond greeting – I am Alice Kingsleigh, the White Queen’s Champion, at your service.

Now…please tell me there are no jabberwocks to be slain? The last one was quite rude.

goldeneyeball

_{[Well, well well! Look whose ugly mug has finally shown back up in the orb. James lays flat on his stomach in the tall grass of the field between the town and the woods. There are twigs and leaves in his hair and he's got...quite a bit of stubble goin' on there. Might even call it the start of a beard. His robes are torn and the circles under his eyes might suggest his father was a raccoon.]

[It's been...a while.]}

Whut....what day is it.

_{[He's quiet for a time and just stares at the orb in his hand. He wasn't so sure he'd ever see civilization again.]}

I'll...give a silver coin to th' first motherfucker that brings me a sandwich.

bondsoflove

Characters: Sasuke, Faolan, Gunpei, JW, and whoever else wants.
Open? Yup!
Where: Some courtyard or other.
When: GHB3, morning-afternoon
What: Sparring log! Clashing of steel, armor, and possibly magic, if your character wants to use it or pisses Sasuke off enough that he accidentally sets the ring on fire.
Warnings: Maybe violence?
( FAITO FAITO FAITO )

dailybread

Does anyone know what this is?

[He holds up a pendant. Something white and curved and thin is attached to it, along with a small satchel.]

There were fourteen of them on our doorstep this morning.

[[OOC: Yes. It's a fertility charm. And yes. It was left by an NPC. The white thing is a penis bone. :D]]

bondsoflove

I need a sparring partner. Tomorrow, courtyard. I use a broadsword.

offyougonow

Characters: Everyone's Favorite King and You!
Where: The Castle Courtyard
When: 19th of Rebirth's Decline
What: Mawwiage. Mawwiage is what bwings us togethew today.

( That bwessed awwangement... that dweam within a dweam. )

goldeneyeball

Characters: JW and Sasuke
Open? No
Where: The Woods
When: Afternoon of 15RD
What: JW and Sasuke get baked...well Sasuke gets baked. JW just kind of watches and laughs.

( I get high with a little help from my friends! )

thequestgiver

Characters: The Magic Peddler
Open? Yes~
Where: Everywhere~
When: All day the 15th of Rebirth's Decline.
What: The Magic Peddler is out selling his wares. What plot significant magical and cursed little doodad will your character acquire?

He's a slightly wizened old man; the large pack on his back has bent him over the years and his long grey beard looks to have not seen much of a comb in years. Yet he is clean, his brown tunic studded with light green tile that look like faded lily pads drifting in a muddied swamp, washed out from sun and wash. The charms hanging from the gold bands adorning his arms glitter, polished white and smooth as they clink together with every step.

There's something about him that draws the curiosity. The hopeful, the unguarded, the ambitious, those who have much to gain, those who have little to lose. He has something for them all, hidden treasures none have ever unearthed before. What is waiting for you, inside his pack?

[[OoC: All items from the Magic Peddler are two fold in nature, often cursed as well as blessed, and can often be lurking plot devices. If you have a specific sort of object you'd like your character to get, PM or stick it in your reply!]]

bondsoflove

[His hands are pink and raw from all the scrubbing he's been doing, through the night. There are circles under his eyes and his face is drawn and pale. He hasn't slept.

But hey, at least his newly-claimed bedroom is spotless.]

Someone mentioned tea, when I first arrived. I want it now. The strongest black brew you have.

[He rolls his neck.] And a bath, too. If anyone can point me somewhere private with hot water, tell me.

[[lol oops >>; Dated properly now!]]

fairweather

[A red-haired woman in her early twenties can be seen in the orb. She sits straight-backed and looks quite dignified as she smiles. In the background, one of the very fine rooms of the castle can be seen. When she talks, her voice is very cultured and the refined English accent of an upper-class Londoner.]

Tell me, loves, where can I find a dressmaker? I want something with a little more style and I’m afraid the hideous rags provided simply won’t do. These frills and extra fluff in the skirt, no, no, I want a dressmaker with a sense of style and elegance.

[She sighs. Concerned about her situation? Oh, sure, it's mildly distressing opening a book and waking up in a different dimension, but you learn to roll with the punches.]

And if you do not know where I can find a decent dressmaker, any information about this world will do. Do keep it fun, that dreadful old man was such a bore, droning on about saving the world and defeating thorns. Do I look like a gardener? No, of course not. I don't suppose I can find a decent spa around here, hm? Even natural hot springs will do.

Sophronia, if you're out there, I'm staying at the castle.

emblazing

[ at first there's nothing. there's scuttling sounds, the hissing of something like a snake and a woman's quiet murmurs before sight comes to you. you might be riveted first by the sight of a dragon the size of a small dog sitting in a young lady's lap, the color of cream. she is dressed regally. her features are uncommon, bright violet eyes and waves of silver hair falling around her shoulders; bright as stars.

those shoulders are not bare in just clothing alone. on each shoulder is another dragon, one green, the other a bit larger, black with red streaks in it's scales. she seems calm enough, if not for the fact that her eyes are simmering with fury, her mouth in a taut, tense line. her voice is slightly raised, lined with anger.]

I know of magic. I know that is what brings me here though I know not the reason why. You will not keep me here. My city waits for me, and beyond it all that was stolen from me. I cannot reclaim what is rightfully mine in your spell, whoever has placed it upon me.

[ the black dragon hisses, flapping it's red wings. ]

If there are others trapped in this place, tell me what you know. In return I will reward you by freeing you along with me once I find answers and passage out. There must be a way out.

As for those who have placed this magic--
[ her voice hardens, sharp and raised. ]
You will recieve no such names from me--my enemies are many and I will not waste words on those who have placed me here. I do not fear you--rather, you should fear me. For once you have woken an avenging dragon it does not sleep until it has punished those who have wronged it.

bondsoflove

Characters: Sasuke and whoever else!
Open? Very.
Where: Somewhere really conspicuous in the middle of Schwanheim.
When: RD12, morning.
What: After getting a bit of sleep and realizing that throwing hissy fits isn't going to get him anywhere, Sasuke is more emotionally regulated and determined to gather as much information as possible on the thorns, the king, getting back home, and anything else anyone will tell him.
Warnings: Sasuke's filthy mouth and jackassness?
( Oh my, feels just like I don't try, look so good I might die; all I know is everybody loves me. )

consultmybooks

[The orb shows Giles, sitting in one of the fields on the outskirts of Schwanheim, but he's not looking back at the orb, nor showing any sign of his surroundings.

No, instead, he's looking at the mirror he found around his neck, when he woke up before the battle. It's hovering in the air, spinning very slowly, and shadows flicker across its silvered surface. But they're clearly very interesting shadows - Giles doesn't take his eyes off the mirror, even as he addresses the orb.

The only other notable feature of the scene is that Giles is wearing gloves, and occasionally and completely subconsciously tugs on the edge of them, as though reassuring himself that they're still on his hands.]

Um, apparently there is another kingdom, across the thorns. Or, um, there was. We have no way of knowing if it's still there, simply because...well, we have no way of knowing what's happening beyond the thorns.

But I thought, well, if we could get back in touch...

[He draws in his breath sharply, as though troubled by a grim thought. The mirror slowly stops spinning, and then falls to the ground with a soft chiming. Giles curses softly under his breath and picks it up, polishing its bright surface industriously with a sleeve.]

...apparently, um, whatever I am now, it involves the capacity to scry. I'm not sure what the extent of this new talent is, yet, but I thought I'd try and find out. Perhaps, um, if I can get good enough, myself and, and whoever else has this ability, we might be able to combine our talents and, and contact the rest of the world. For assistance, or for information...well, there's no way to know.

This, um, this might seem a silly question, but do any of you mind if I look in on you from here? Knwoing the name of who or, or what I want to see, that seems to help me get a lock on it. As such, I thought I'd ask your permission first, before I went snooping around on whatever you were doing.

consultmybooks

So.

[The Orb shows Giles, sitting in a field. The grass is overgrown, tough, more weeds than anything, but what soil is visible is barren, dry, and crumbling. Just off in the distance, a house can be seen, but it's also possible to see that it's fallen into disrepair, and that the area all around Giles seems to have been quite abandoned for just some time, left for the wilds to reclaim.

Unbenownst to Giles, the Hero of the Mountain had passed through here not too long ago, restoring this place to life and vibrancy...but then she'd left, and her power hadn't stayed, and Chaos had reclaimed this place.

Observers will also note that Giles seems to have acquired a staff - a gnarled, twisted thing as tall as he is, perfect for helping along on a long walk or bashing someone in the head. There's also what appears to be a small, square mirror hanging around his neck on a chain. And that, when he gets to his feet and brushes the dirt from his knees, he's no longer moving like someone who has to remember that the ground is there and needs paying attention to.]

I, um, I have no idea where I am. Absolutely none. I, I know I didn't drink that much at the party...didn't drink anything, in fact, couldn't have...and, and, um, now I'm here, and I can't see Schwanheim, and...I appear to be solid, actually.

I, I suppose that should, um, also be a concern.

...I hope it, um, w-wasn't anything to do with the masks. Masks can have, um, all sorts of, of unsavory powers. That's why I've never understood the fascination w-with masquerade parties. A party where you, um, wind up having to fight off an army of the dead, um, I would say quickly loses all aspects of festivity.

[Giles visibly shakes himself out of his academic haze, and some notable concern returns to his face as he looks around again, obviously lost.]

I'm lost. Um, if, if this place looks remotely familiar to anyone...I-I would appreciate any assistance greatly. Um, th-thank you. And, and is everyone all right, after last night?