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Feb. 16th, 2015



Oooh. Love is in the air in both the big city doors. Got a little tingle in my jingle.

Feb. 7th, 2015


public, Daniel W

[Fuzzy timelines.]

So, I've been hella patient, but we're halfway through this thing. Where the fuck is my wish? I cooked an entire turkey and made a nurse split the wishbone with me (and won!), I like, blew out hella candles over a (six+ mo. belated/half-birthday barely belated) birthday cake, I tossed only about 1000 pennies into every fountain I could find in this shitty Vegas, and I watched so many dated gifs of shooting stars and/or breakdancing rats (also cool Spider-Man), bc it was the closest I could get. What more do I have to do here? Do I need to be made of wood? (Pinocchio reference.) I mean, I'm ready to Charles Perault up out of this joint, Jupiter. Give me a nose and I'll wish it into a sausage and/or black pudding. Just like, let's go. I'm feeling left out as balls.

ETA: [Locked to Daniel W]
[We'll say it's while he's waiting for Louis.]

I'm officially checking-in to make sure you didn't wish for something fucking stupid.

Jan. 31st, 2015


Oh so public - as per usual.

Now, if we can just take a break from the self loathing, abandonment issues, homicidal tendencies, and the broken hearts club for a tiny second and bring it back to my point about fairy tales...

Everyone's hearts are a little dark, a little charred I guess you could say. I don't think you'd all want to just sit back and let the worlds call you wicked. You all deserve to live happily ever after, there's more wicked here than there is good and there's more want here than there is anywhere else too. More desire, and passion, and horror. What does Snow White have that you don't have? I'll tell you. Snow White doesn't have [...] life experience. She was a sheltered little shit, you know. Nosy, bossy. An only child. And a princess.

But sweet in her own way. I took a shine to her right away. But her father not so much, he was old, I was a teenager, what did I want with that? I was in love already. Passionately. Forbidden love. All I wanted in the world was to marry my stable boy and live happily ever after. But no. I was, instead, forced to marry the King, become a mother to a child that wasn't mine. And when I went to tell my lover that I couldn't see him anymore Snow White overheard us and TOLD MY MOTHER WHAT SHE HAD SEEN.

Well. Imagine how well that went. And what happened to my lover.

So. There you go, there are two sides to every story, and I'm sure there are even more than that. One day I'll introduce you to my huntsman, he has a tale to tell of his own. And a heart as black as the rest of ours.

So. While I don't think half of you even know what you want, or what your deepest desire actually is. I do hope you get it. Before you kill each other.

Jan. 25th, 2015



[After spending a few days in other doors. Reading.]


People of the Doors.

We need to talk.

Fairy Tales?

Fairy Tales? This is what you're teaching your children? This drivel?

Mirror, mirror on the wall?


You really think that a smart, capable, and may I remind you monarch, would go to all that trouble because Snow White was prettier than her?

What are you teaching your daughters?

Ladies. Come here. Listen to me, lovelies. This is all horse shit.

Jan. 23rd, 2015


A question for those who are better versed in this matter.

This [...] hotel: Is there any time constraints as to how long one might linger in its halls?

Jan. 22nd, 2015


Locked: To Batman, and Bruce Wayne. Separately. Yes.


Are you the sorcerer who advises the King in Gotham City?

[Bruce W]

Your Majesty. My name is Regina, I'm the Queen of the Enchanted Forest, in another door. I was told you were the King in Gotham City, and I would like to speak with you if you have a moment. If you would prefer other methods of communication, please let me know.

Jan. 21st, 2015


Reginarrative (lololololol): Enchanted Forest ----> Gotham City

Who: Regina Mills
Where: Enchanted Forest -----> Gotham City
What: Regina goes exploring
When: Nowish
Warnings: Nah

Oh the places you'll go! )