Wonderland: Final Day

[wonderlandian]

[When the time comes for Alice's trial, anyone who has come to watch will notice the cards guarding the area to the west start to stir. They seem quite alarmed about something... And in a moment, a short, ugly figure with a loud, shrieking voice makes their concerns clear.]

I am the Queen of Hearts!

[The woman glares about with her nostrils flaring. It's almost comic, really, but perhaps it's best not to laugh.]

I did not call for this trial! All of you! All of you shall lose your heads for this!

[She turns to the cards expectantly when they do not move instantly. It is a gaze that inspires fear in a number of them, and soon the guards are attacking. They aren't beheading anyone - the queen wants to watch that, after all - but they are willing to do whatever they must to capture the spectators and lock them away. Alice flees into the chaotic crowd.]

(ooc| Have at it, guys. This is the last part of the plot, and after a while, the Jabberwocky will be on the seen to make things even worse. Threads will go on until tomorrow - or, more accurately, until Crystal and I are both asleep - at which point characters will awaken with a start in their beds, back home.)

Comments

[deductiongeek]

[He tries to squirm out of the way, but doesn't quite make it.]

[wonderlandian]

Got you, you little bitty thing! So tiny you are!

[deductiongeek]

Hey! Let go of me! [It sounds more like an order than a request. At the same time Conan starts kicking at the card and trying to reach one of his hands far enough to reach one of his gadgets. The sedatives were probably useless, but he might be able to do something with his shoes or soccerball belt.]

[wonderlandian]

No! To the dungeon for you! [The card begins to carry him off, chuckling as he does so.] You're not so scary, you know.

[deductiongeek]

[You're not the first person who'd tried to carry Conan off. Most of them had regretted the attempt. Though he had to admit the fact that this kidnapper was made out of cardstock was presenting some interesting problems.]

Of course I'm not scary! I'm a kid!

[And with that said he finally manages to scrape his finger on his belt buckle and trigger the inflation mechanism. A soccerball rapidly begins to inflate between them, quickly expanding beyond the normal size and pushing them apart.]

[wonderlandian]

You're a rotten little kid, that's what! [But he can't help dropping Conan.]

[deductiongeek]

[Conan instantly scampers over to an area of the floor covered in rubble from some of the other chaos in the room and bends down to turn the dial on his shoe.]

But you were being really mean!

[wonderlandian]

But that's different!

[...Somehow. Whatever, he's making another grab.]

[deductiongeek]

How?

[Conan very deliberately kicks a piece of rubble at him that moves with much more force than he might expect.]

[wonderlandian]

Ow! My eyes!

[deductiongeek]

[Meanwhile Conan is lining up another piece of ammunition.]

[wonderlandian]

[The coward of a card is going to make a break for it.]