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Bellum Anon (bellum_anon) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-03-12 23:02:00

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Fables Plot Public Post!
Who: Public
What: The Open Post for Public Threading for the Epic Fable Plot
Where: Throughout the building.
When: 12:01
Warnings: Any number of crazy things could end up in here.
Notes: Alright! This post is for public threads only, and will be run party style. Anyone can jump into a thread at any time--just use your judgment! Feel free to hop around, go to different parts of the building, and mingle through the madness.

12:01. The beginning of a new day, just broken in, still fresh. Most of the building was sleeping, as decent people ought to be at such an hour.

The building, down at its foundations, was restless. A storm had been gathering for the past week, in its joints and its doorways, in its windows and its keyholes. 12:01, the storm broke over Bellum.

It was as if the building stretched, yawned, shook itself. There was a shudder in reality, as if the air itself was nothing more than a funhouse mirror. Faster than you could snap your fingers and the thing was done, set into motion before the darkest hours of the morning had yet come around.

A twitch, a snap, a static shock.

And then the changes started.

((OOC: Alright guys, go crazy! Feel free to post your location in the header of your comment so people can do a quick visual scan for the right comment and the right location. Mingle! Chat! Fight! Tackle one another!))

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Re: Deluxe Floor: 12:01 AM

wanderings
2010-03-17 02:03 am UTC (link)

Evelyn was readying to drop the child into the piping hot tea and listen to it squeal and it...steeped, as it were, when she felt a cold blast of air. Then a woman cleared her throat behind her.

She turned, taking her in with a smile and a touch of contempt her facade couldn't stretch far enough to cover. "Why hello there," she said, hiding, at least, her irritation at being interrupted. "Here for an audience?"

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Re: Deluxe Floor: 12:01 AM

tenoversix
2010-03-17 02:14 am UTC (link)

Max, however, felt there was no problem in expressing his irritation and tossed the empty teapot at the door by the woman's side. It smashed with an obnoxiously loud clash as it hit the wood and fell to pieces down upon the floor. "IT'S VERY RUDE TO INTERRUPT! There's no room here! Try the house next door!" His expression would have twisted the way he liked it to, had it not been for the face he was wearing. Something about it no longer thrived in harmony with himself.

That certainly wouldn't do.

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Re: Deluxe Floor: 12:01 AM

snow_bees
2010-03-17 02:25 am UTC (link)

The Queen's only reaction to the throwing of the Hatter's teapot was a brief wince and a tightening of her shoulders. She raked her gaze across the two standing in front of her and almost sympathized with the way the child cried even louder at the racket. Almost. It wouldn't stop her from her plans, though it seemed that taking the child away from these two might be a blessing at this point.

Her voice steeled, almost too low to hear over the crying. "I will go wherever I choose. And you shall not tell me otherwise." Her nose crinkled delicately in distaste as she looked closer at the Hatter before dismissing him and moving on to the Duchess. The temperature in the small room actually dropped more. "And no. I am not here for an audience. I am here for what is mine." Her eyes dropped momentarily to the baby, before back up to challenge disagreement.

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Re: Deluxe Floor: 12:01 AM

wanderings
2010-03-17 02:28 am UTC (link)

The Duchess narrowed her eyes when the kettle shattered. Maybe the Hatter needed to be disciplined himself? But then the ice queen before her not only dismissed the rudeness of her interruption, but insinuated the child was hers!

She held the baby closer to her chest, tipping her sharp chin up. "I beg your pardon," she said. "I don't know what you're talking about." Something nagged at her that she was right--that the child wasn't hers, that it could be anyone's. She ignored it. She'd claimed the child, so it had to be hers. Even the Hatter seemed to agree...in his way.

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Re: Deluxe Floor: 12:01 AM

tenoversix
2010-03-17 02:41 am UTC (link)

The Hatter's brow lifted curiously. These women were arguing over the child? The squirming, wriggling, writhing little child in The Duchess' arms? He stood upright and tickled under the baby's chin. It's head started to droop and slowly nod. Then, as the women bickered, he seemed to fall fast asleep against the woman's chest.

He seemed uninterested in it then and looked down at his fingertips. Wiggling them in front of his face, he moved his head to the side to inspect them thoroughly. Something about them was special, he was remembering that now, but what was it?

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Re: Deluxe Floor: 12:01 AM

snow_bees
2010-03-17 03:30 am UTC (link)

"Ah," the Snow Queen said, nodding after the Hatter put the child to sleep, "Now I do not have to shout to be heard. And so there can be no mistaking when I say that it is not your child." She knew it could not possibly belong to this strange woman who dared to defy her wishes. An icy gust twisted the Duchess' skirts around her legs, almost tangling them before the wind died down again.

As an after thought, she tilted her head the slightest bit to the side, regarding the other woman. "I might thank you for watching him. If you give him to me now." It was the closest she would come to kindness at the moment.

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Re: Deluxe Floor: 12:01 AM

wanderings
2010-03-17 03:27 pm UTC (link)

And now this random stranger was blowing at her skirts! How rude. "No," she said flatly. She pulled her pepper shaker out of her pocket with her free hand, cradling the child a little closer to her, and caught the shaker in a firm grip, like it was a weapon. "Don't you dare tread any closer to me. The moral is--mind your own business." She looked over to the Hatter for support. The tea was going to get cold soon, and then where would they be?

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Re: Deluxe Floor: 12:01 AM

tenoversix
2010-03-18 12:43 am UTC (link)

The Hatter snapped his fingers and pointed to the sky with his forefinger in victory. "Eureka!" It was then that he realized just what those fingers were meant to do. "This has all been very lovely, Duchess. But you see --" He ejected the large watch from the front of his bodice on a whim and gasped as if all his breath were leaving him to go on holiday.

"It's nearly one! Time for tea! As for you, my dear lady! You have been very rude!" As he spoke, his anger rose. How dare this woman ruin his tea party! Had she no manners? The air seemed to grow thick with a daze that he could not feel. His sole target was the very rude woman.

But madness was never choosy.

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Re: Deluxe Floor: 12:01 AM

snow_bees
2010-03-18 03:04 am UTC (link)

The Snow Queen took half a step back, shaking her head in confusion, snowflakes falling from her hair where they'd been caught. She blinked right at the Hatter and for a moment it was Deirdre whose eyes went a little wider, "What...?" She gasped for a moment to catch her breath, suddenly shorter and harder to breathe. A headache formed instantly behind her eyes, and she lifted her hand to press at her forehead.

The room seemed to dip around her momentarily as she tried to keep her balance before her eyes flashed, glaring at the Hatter. "What did you do?" In the next second, a driving blizzard filled the room, whiting out the spaces between everyone. The wind whistled harshly, but even that wasn't enough to drown out the Queen's shouts. "How dare you! You will all suffer for this!" The temperature dropped as well, suddenly well below freezing in the bathroom, a skin of ice forming along the top of the tea in the bath.

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Re: Deluxe Floor: 12:01 AM

wanderings
2010-03-18 04:04 pm UTC (link)

First The Duchess felt a wave of sensation--the child in her arms seemed to go reptilian and wiggle around. She quickly became convinced she was holding a snake.

"Disgusting," she said, wrinkling her nose. Then the snowstorm came, freezing her breath in her throat and coating the edges of her dress with snow. "Take the foul thing," she said, shoving the squirming, crying child into the arms of The Snow Queen. She felt sick, and the room seemed to tilt.

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Re: Deluxe Floor: 12:01 AM

tenoversix
2010-03-21 04:23 am UTC (link)

The Hatter blew out a stream of air between his teeth and watched it wiggle in front of his mouth. It interested him for only a minute, but in that minute, he lost focus of what his mind was relaying, and the hold of his spell seemed to snap.

Upon hearing The Duchess offer the baby up, he gave a small frown. Had he wasted his tea for nothing? Then, it struck him -- His tea! "What have you done!?" he shrieked, turning around on the balls of his heels to finally note the iced layer blanketing his tub of tea.

What use was tea cold!?

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Re: Deluxe Floor: 12:01 AM

snow_bees
2010-03-21 04:43 am UTC (link)

The snow in the bathroom stopped falling for an instant as the Duchess shoved the baby into Deirdre's arms. She blinked at the wriggling child and smiled softly to herself, whispering. "Kyle?" In the next moment, she was cradling it close to her body as the blizzard whipped around her again. The storm flickered several more times, the snow erratically falling and stopping for the span of merely seconds.

When the Hatter's spell finally broke, she pulled herself up to her full height, completely the Queen once more. She kept the baby safe in her arms and glared at the Hatter. "I care not about your tea", she practically sneered. She raked her glance over the two of them and turned her back to leave.

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Re: Deluxe Floor: 12:01 AM

wanderings
2010-03-22 02:34 am UTC (link)

The Duchess couldn't stand to be in the bathroom for a moment longer, not with the tea in the bathtub or the snake child or the Hatter leering at her. "I am going out," she declared, with what little composure she could still collect around herself, and pushed past The Snow Queen, ignoring the child she suddenly knew not to be hers and stomping out of the apartment, shaker in hand.

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