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Castle W Mods ([personal profile] whimsicalism) wrote in [community profile] castle_whims2020-10-04 06:05 pm
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All Hail the Queen

[An hour passes in this strange place. There's silence for a few moments. Then loud talking starts.]

They don't seem to like me... [A young girl's voice, timid and small despite the fact that everyone can hear her.]

Does it matter? If we act like the sun or the north wind, it's no skin off our backs. [A second voice answers... the same voice? Could she just be talking to herself?] You are the Queen. All ways are your ways.

Yes. Alice is the Queen.

[At this statement, the doors quickly open. As the Queen's note said there's a large table filled with tea and sweets in the middle of the audience hall. There's even chairs for everyone. Far from the ground on an balcony is a large throne. On the throne is a young girl, with a small fluffy cat in her lap. The girl smiles briefly.]

I'm Alice the Queen.

[The cat jumps on the railing of the balcony to stare dispassionately at the gathered group before jumping on the throne herself. Within a few seconds a copy of the Queen is sitting next to her, dressed in black.]

And I'm Alice the Chesire Cat. Welcome to our Castle. [There's a dryness to the Cat's voice that is missing from the Queen's.]

I'm sure we can answer your questions! Come, it's time for Alice's Tea Party! Let's begin, Alice.

[Welcome to Wonderland.]

((OOC: It's alright to still respond to the IC intro post and there will backtagging from myself in this post if needed.))
scratchitti: (Ack wtf!?)

[personal profile] scratchitti 2020-10-05 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
I'm almost sixteen, that's not old!

[Neku don't argue with the magic children]
twinverses: (Cat - die)

[personal profile] twinverses 2020-10-05 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
Bleh.

[Did they just stick out their tongues at him? Yes. We're mature here at Castle Whimsical.]
scratchitti: (Turn away)

[personal profile] scratchitti 2020-10-05 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
... fine. You want to be a brat-

[He takes his headphones off his neck and slides them over his ears. A few taps on his MP3 player around his neck and he blares the music loud enough that even up there she might be able to hear tiny bits of it. It's probably hurting him more than anything else at that volume, in fact, but spite is powerful.

And that done he just... turns away and ignores them both]