🦎 The White Queen 🦎 (
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+ A Forward dated (6/12) Royal Proclamation +
[ It has been 24 hours since the chess match and after some impatient redecorating, everyone's feeds - Mirror and Real alike come to life with a video set to Baroque music. There is no speaking yet, simply a slide show displaying various parts of the new Mirror side of things. It's an introduction of sorts.
The new Throne room which is where the Real side's ballroom is located.
Though the White Queen's mirrors can't go without a ballroom of their own.
Finally, her own chambers are displayed, with everything neat and orderly, and all signs of the Queen of Hearts (including all of her very odd...pieces and parts of things in jars) completely gone.
The music fades out, and soon the White Queen, sitting on her throne graces the screen. She is addressing both sides today, however they won't be able to communicate to each other, only to her. ]
My dearest Mirrors and Reals,
The time has come for us to put aside our differences and all the Queen of Hearts used to put you at odds with one another. We are, after all, one kingdom and as my sister the Red Queen proclaimed, we shall live in peace and harmony.
[ It's not quite what she said, but it's close enough. ]
From henceforth, I proclaim that no Mirror need to spy on the Real side on my behalf. You have no good graces to earn with me, no reason to bring me information about the other side. I, unfortunately, have no control over the events that occur, but let that be all the dear Reals must worry over. You have my word that there will be no command for you to hurt or kill and you must not live in fear of my mirrors only wishing to cause harm.
...Of course, I cannot help it if some mirrors do have this tendency, but I will not advocate it.
Now, onto my new subjects. And to that point, what your former queen demanded of you.
You will no longer be unmade at a whim. Please do not live in fear of a mistake. You aren't merely subjects, you are a people. From now on ruled by me, yes, but not as a figure to be feared or only one to please. I will create new mirrors as new Reals arrive, and you will all be cared for.
There is one exchange I have made with Wonderland's magic, but that does mean we've had to give something up to have a bit of color. For too long our outside world has been black and white. No more.
[ She pauses, then dramatically claps her hands, the sound echoing in the room. ]
There are no more tea rooms on our side, dear mirrors. But you do now have a beautiful garden. The color is limited to the gardens only, but oh, I do hope you find it as glorious as I do. Please, do not confine yourselves to the indoors only.
[ Go touch some grass, please. For her title being the White Queen, things aren't quite so blandly colored and she smiles with a soft nod of her head. ]
I urge any of you, real and mirror alike, to now take this time to introduce yourselves. I'm quite curious about you all. Though I will say, you will be speaking only to me and at this time, Reals and Mirrors will not be able to address one another.
The music fades out, and soon the White Queen, sitting on her throne graces the screen. She is addressing both sides today, however they won't be able to communicate to each other, only to her. ]
My dearest Mirrors and Reals,
The time has come for us to put aside our differences and all the Queen of Hearts used to put you at odds with one another. We are, after all, one kingdom and as my sister the Red Queen proclaimed, we shall live in peace and harmony.
[ It's not quite what she said, but it's close enough. ]
From henceforth, I proclaim that no Mirror need to spy on the Real side on my behalf. You have no good graces to earn with me, no reason to bring me information about the other side. I, unfortunately, have no control over the events that occur, but let that be all the dear Reals must worry over. You have my word that there will be no command for you to hurt or kill and you must not live in fear of my mirrors only wishing to cause harm.
...Of course, I cannot help it if some mirrors do have this tendency, but I will not advocate it.
Now, onto my new subjects. And to that point, what your former queen demanded of you.
You will no longer be unmade at a whim. Please do not live in fear of a mistake. You aren't merely subjects, you are a people. From now on ruled by me, yes, but not as a figure to be feared or only one to please. I will create new mirrors as new Reals arrive, and you will all be cared for.
There is one exchange I have made with Wonderland's magic, but that does mean we've had to give something up to have a bit of color. For too long our outside world has been black and white. No more.
[ She pauses, then dramatically claps her hands, the sound echoing in the room. ]
There are no more tea rooms on our side, dear mirrors. But you do now have a beautiful garden. The color is limited to the gardens only, but oh, I do hope you find it as glorious as I do. Please, do not confine yourselves to the indoors only.
[ Go touch some grass, please. For her title being the White Queen, things aren't quite so blandly colored and she smiles with a soft nod of her head. ]
I urge any of you, real and mirror alike, to now take this time to introduce yourselves. I'm quite curious about you all. Though I will say, you will be speaking only to me and at this time, Reals and Mirrors will not be able to address one another.
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[He hisses it, cold and dark and snaking out from behind a clenched jaw.]
They’re not life for the sake of it. They’re based on a template. They’re based on us. They are echoes and copies and the really fucked up thing? Sometimes they’re aware of it.
They can never be anything else, because they’re always going to know that they’re - they’re fucking by-products. Do you get that?
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I suppose if...I should stop making mirrors I should also stop resurrecting those who die on the real side. By doing so I'm disrupting the natural order of things. I shall have to discuss the matter with my sister.
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Yeah? Why don’t you let us out of Wonderland while you’re at it? If you’re the ones drafting the rules, why not break them? Isn’t us being here at all disrupting the natural order of things?
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There are parts of Wonderland that cannot be changed no matter how snidely you speak to me.
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Can you make us a guide, maybe, of what you can do?
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Duly noted.
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The full extent of what being a Queen means in terms of what you can do. You gonna tell us?
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I can garden well, I think. And I can knit, it was my favorite thing to do while my sisters played chess, and then inevitably argued and fought until the chessboard wound up on the ground.
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[Breathes out. Tries to let the answer, the actual blessed fucking straight answer, loosen the tightness like a spur of bone in his chest. The very same that’s been lodged there since Rocket’s Mirror blew him open at the rib cage.]
There was an old recording of the three of you. Talking about the sword, the...yarn.
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...There was?
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Like you said. Red and Hearts played chess, Hearts threw a fit, and you tried to quiet them down.
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[ She looks down a little, unable to meet the video feed with her eyes. ]
Perhaps my failure to calm my sister led to all of this.
[ As if Hearts didn't have a choice to be calmer, to be more rational. ]
I tried.
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[Not that he's got any clue about how siblings generally act. Doesn't have a point of reference. But it's his understanding that siblingly spats tend to happen.]
[They don't usually progress to Cain and Abel levels out of nowhere, though.]
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[Presumably. Though "fighting" in this context might mean...more than what it would currently.]
I don't think it's normal for them to kill each other, but I guess we already knew that.
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I can't remember what I did to deserve that.
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[He wouldn't be surprised if the infraction turned out to be inconsequential. You're supposed to be my sister whittles down the suspects to two - unless the killer happened to be someone who could assume the appearance of whoever they wanted.]
Chess, right? Only two Queens can be on the board at a time.
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[ She whispers the word quietly, closing her eyes to hide the emotion, there. ]
I apologize for my emotions getting the better of me.
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[Right. Because he's an asshole. Because he's crabby, because he was shot and he wakes up and Jay's still on the board and now they've got a new Queen and they're no closer to figuring this shit out and his head burns with the exhaustion of the past several days.]
Then, uh. I'm...sorry. For snapping.
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[ She can admit that. ]
Everything was so sudden for you, but for me, it was just as sudden. I'm Queen, but I've never been one before. Everyone's demanding so much and it's only been one night. There is so much to fix, but I can't clean up years of...this overnight. Still, I wasn't forthcoming with you.
[ Deep breath. Exhale. She is not her sister. She can do this right. ]
Please. I will try to answer anything you want, if I can, if I know the answer. But I may not have a plan for everything. Not yet. I need more time.
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[And assuming that she'd have all the answers is - ]
[Well, that's some Jay levels of persistence in delusion, isn't it? It's never that fucking simple. It wouldn't be, and has never been, especially not in Wonderland, so why would he let himself believe it, even for a moment?]
Getting information here is...hard, for a lot of us. We want answers, and when we get ones that contradict each other, it's tough to know which one to believe.
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[ She can't promise very much at all. She almost feels badly now, that she's a Queen with nothing real to offer. At least not yet. ]
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Maybe if you...the longer you're around, it'll come to you.
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