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entranceway2019-06-01 06:38 pm
choosetruth) wrote in entranceway2019-06-01 06:38 pm
video } from Ace of Spades, the Wonderland Blog of Georgia Mason, entry #17
[Georgia’s been scarce lately. Between her office getting a giant hole in it thanks to Entrapta and Peridot’s experiments and both Shaun and herself dying in a recent event… she’s not in a great place. But she can’t allow herself to sulk for too long. She doesn’t like it, and it won’t get them anywhere.
Fortunately, there’s one mystery she has an actual way to answer. Hopefully. She’s standing on the far side of the lake, holding a white rose. It looks very delicate next to the extreme amounts of body armor she’s wearing. Leather jacket with armored joints, jeans woven with kevlar, a freaking helmet... she’s ready for war.
Shaun, who usually has to be argued and ordered and bribed into body armor, is similarly attired. Armored jacket, jeans, helmet, guns in holsters on each of his hips… and a rocket launcher aimed at the rose in George's hand.
Georgia adjusts her sunglasses before she speaks.]
As many of you know, I’ve been investigating the White Queen’s initial death for a very long time. She gave me a way to contact her in case of emergencies. I haven’t had cause to use it, but in light of recent events…. [She grimaces.] It seems prudent to try.
Have I ever mentioned that I love your interview style, George? You just have a way of putting your subjects a ease. [Shaun gives her a sunny smile as he shifts the rocket launcher on his shoulder. He's real glad not to be dead anymore.]
[She shoots him a glare, then continues.] As you’ll notice, we’re taking every precaution. We’re as far from the Mansion as we can get. We’re armed. I think Shaun’s actually hoping for the worst case scenario so he can test out his new girlfriend. I can’t guarantee it’ll be enough, but if the Jabberwock is back we’re fucked anyway so… [She shrugs.] Better to know now.
I'm ready when you are.
[Georgia nods sharply. Then, very carefully, she tugs off one of the petals and lets it float to the ground.
For a moment, nothing happens. Then something falls on Georgia’s head, almost imperceptible through the helmet. She frowns and looks up.]
That’s weird. Is it… raining?
[The next one falls directly on her face. At this point? It’s clearly not water. It’s a small and very cranky looking lizard. And it’s not alone. Falling from the sky in the area directly surrounding her and Georgia are hundreds of tiny lizards. Georgia ducks, covering her face.]
What the fuck?
WHY ARE THERE LIZARDS EVERYWHERE? [The rocket launcher will not be helpful in this situation. Shaun sets it down but then… he's at a loss. What the fuck are they supposed to do about all these lizards?
Georgia charges forward towards the camera, shielding her face with her hand.]
Safe to say things are not fine and dandy with the White Queen. Also safe to say I have even less idea what the fuck is going on than earlier. [She glances behind at Shaun, then back to the camera.] ...stand by for more information.
[End feed. But not quite end of the lizard rain, which lasts a little longer before petering out. Wonderful.]
Fortunately, there’s one mystery she has an actual way to answer. Hopefully. She’s standing on the far side of the lake, holding a white rose. It looks very delicate next to the extreme amounts of body armor she’s wearing. Leather jacket with armored joints, jeans woven with kevlar, a freaking helmet... she’s ready for war.
Shaun, who usually has to be argued and ordered and bribed into body armor, is similarly attired. Armored jacket, jeans, helmet, guns in holsters on each of his hips… and a rocket launcher aimed at the rose in George's hand.
Georgia adjusts her sunglasses before she speaks.]
As many of you know, I’ve been investigating the White Queen’s initial death for a very long time. She gave me a way to contact her in case of emergencies. I haven’t had cause to use it, but in light of recent events…. [She grimaces.] It seems prudent to try.
Have I ever mentioned that I love your interview style, George? You just have a way of putting your subjects a ease. [Shaun gives her a sunny smile as he shifts the rocket launcher on his shoulder. He's real glad not to be dead anymore.]
[She shoots him a glare, then continues.] As you’ll notice, we’re taking every precaution. We’re as far from the Mansion as we can get. We’re armed. I think Shaun’s actually hoping for the worst case scenario so he can test out his new girlfriend. I can’t guarantee it’ll be enough, but if the Jabberwock is back we’re fucked anyway so… [She shrugs.] Better to know now.
I'm ready when you are.
[Georgia nods sharply. Then, very carefully, she tugs off one of the petals and lets it float to the ground.
For a moment, nothing happens. Then something falls on Georgia’s head, almost imperceptible through the helmet. She frowns and looks up.]
That’s weird. Is it… raining?
[The next one falls directly on her face. At this point? It’s clearly not water. It’s a small and very cranky looking lizard. And it’s not alone. Falling from the sky in the area directly surrounding her and Georgia are hundreds of tiny lizards. Georgia ducks, covering her face.]
What the fuck?
WHY ARE THERE LIZARDS EVERYWHERE? [The rocket launcher will not be helpful in this situation. Shaun sets it down but then… he's at a loss. What the fuck are they supposed to do about all these lizards?
Georgia charges forward towards the camera, shielding her face with her hand.]
Safe to say things are not fine and dandy with the White Queen. Also safe to say I have even less idea what the fuck is going on than earlier. [She glances behind at Shaun, then back to the camera.] ...stand by for more information.
[End feed. But not quite end of the lizard rain, which lasts a little longer before petering out. Wonderful.]
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Yeah, cranky. I know you're not patient with people who're uninformed, but if the Jabberwocky's really out there, maybe you should suck it up?
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Angel’s Investigations is on the Fourth Floor. Maybe you should “suck it up” and do your own damn homework.
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Aren't you supposed to be some sort of journalist? What kind of newsperson keeps intel to themselves? You're supposed to be informing the masses, right?
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Are you illiterate?
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You're on your own, dude.
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You may not have realized that your phone can in fact translate text into speech.
[And now she smiles. There is nothing remotely warm or friendly about the expression. She looks more like a shark circling her prey than a girl.]
That's the only reason I can see that you'd accuse me of "keeping intel to myself" when I have been writing weekly columns on everything Wonderland related since I arrived here two and a half years ago. When I've told you exactly where to find all the info you can possibly imagine all painstakingly organized by a mystery-obsessed teenager. You can have all the intel your heart desires if you're willing to do even the tiniest bit of work for it.
But if your problem is that you don't want to do work, that you want someone to come and hold your hand and spoonfeed you information, well, all I can say is go fuck yourself.
[And on that note? She's hanging up.]
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[Research wasn't really a thing in Jean's world. There weren't enough books and not enough knowledge to go into him. He was used to learning in a more practical manner. He winced as she abruptly hung up.]
She must be a riot at parties... Stone cold bitch...