The Sixth Gambit

[alltheways]

[As daytime is turning to night, the network is taken over by a single feed. It can't be turned away from using the various network settings--it can't even be turned off.

The image is of Red Queen, who stands on the main walkway that leads from the front door of the Mansion into the gardens. Her Vorpal shield is at her side, which isn't all that strange considering she watches it like a hawk. What's a bit out of place is the armor she's wearing. For those who are more religiously minded, she might cut a somewhat familiar figure.

She lifts her shield a out of the snow at her feet and steps aside, gesturing with her free arm at the hole in the walk behind her.

Lifting her chin, she addresses the network she's hijacked, but her voice seems to come from everywhere--the speakers, the vents, the next room over, maybe even inside your head, if you're of the type who's prone to hearing that type of thing.]

The time has come [the Red Queen says] to take action! The Vorpal sword is lost and the other side of this land is nearly so.

[She takes several quick steps toward the Rabbit Hole.]

Your assistance is required, those of you willing to give it. The Jabberwock, eyes of flame and catching claws, is ripping Wonderland apart at her seams. The damage will soon reach to you, Real creatures, and those dear to you here.

[She hikes her skirt with one hand.]

The time for uffish thought is through. Follow me through this Rabbit Hole and we will slay the beast, for once and for all!

[And there there she goes, hopping down into the hole in a blur of red skirt and hair, and she's gone.]

[video forever]

[akapeanut]

[She's died four times. Not counting back home. She can't fight-- she shouldn't. But even if she tries to avoid it, it might still happen.

The fear outweighs her sense of uselessness.

But the uselessness is still there, so she tries to think of ways to be helpful. To keep people alive who have more chances. Who aren't going to just chip away at what they are like she apparently might. Assuming things aren't already too fucked up and everyone'll just die for good...]

Can we try and keep a headcount? I mean-- of people who are over here. Who's been forced to switch? Has anybody voluntarily gone over? That sort of thing. Just so we can keep track of, uh, of what we have to work with.

[Or something.

Having made this post, she returns to working on stocking up supplies near the barricades and in the tunnels. Hopefully this actually matters.]

006 ♒ ᴛᴇxᴛ + ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ.

[alayne]

to those who tended to me in the clinic, I thank you and am in your debt.

to those who would heed the call of the red queen, please take care and be safe and I shall pray for your return.


to the one who brought me here -

thank you.