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

[originalcopy]

[Between the mad backwards scramble and trying to pull his gun he's pretty well occupied already. He's keeping just out of the reach of the Jabberwock until he trips on the card who tried to capture him earlier.]

Gaahh!

[wonderlandian]

[Oh, Church, you have really gotten yourself into trouble. For the Jabberwock lets out a pleased grumble, reaching out to grab the stumbled man like a child picking up a toy with its hand and bringing it back up to its ugly face.]

[It sniffs at him, turning him this way and that, and after a few minutes of looking him over, it starts to try to tear the armor off of him as hard as it can-he'll be easier to eat without it, after all.]

[originalcopy]

[The story of Church's life... and unlife.]

Hey! Put me down! Bad, whatever the hell you are!

[He swats it nose, which lucky him, only seems to annoy it. Then the crunching of teeth and the squealing of stressed metal starts. Church flails desperate to get out of the things grasp. And more importantly out of it's mouth.]

York is going to chew my ass off for this.

[wonderlandian]

[Yeah, lucky you, Church. You're in the grasp of a very hungry powerful and unbelievably hideous creature and it doesn't look like its going to stop trying to get at Church's soft interior anytime soon.]

[You know, you might want to scream for help or something, Church, this isn't looking good.]

[originalcopy]

[You know, screaming for help is looking like a pretty good idea right about now.]

Hey! A little help over here!

... anyone?!

[Maybe the dumb beast will figure out he doesn't have a soft interior? Yeah... right.]

No! Not the head! You stupid.... Arrg!