two trips through the looking glass
Alice was a woman of many questions. She had never been so curious before, but her life had never been so strange as it had after she had fallen through the looking glass. Twice.
There were many things she wanted to know. She wanted to know who was in charge of this place, and why they brought people here, and how the curses worked, and, most importantly of all, how she was going to get out. Oh, people had told her things, and the guide had told her other things, and all of it seem designed to keep people passive and resigned. But Alice was a stubborn woman, and she would not accept these answers.
She sat in front of her Network device and wondered. She felt quite peculiar, as if she were not entirely in control of her body. She wondered if this was a curse.
[ooc: Being cursed to tell your story doesn't mean you can't also be cursed with writer's block. Have Alice, staring at the screen, wondering what the hell she's writing, why she's writing it, and what on earth she's write next. >/ ]
There were many things she wanted to know. She wanted to know who was in charge of this place, and why they brought people here, and how the curses worked, and, most importantly of all, how she was going to get out. Oh, people had told her things, and the guide had told her other things, and all of it seem designed to keep people passive and resigned. But Alice was a stubborn woman, and she would not accept these answers.
She sat in front of her Network device and wondered. She felt quite peculiar, as if she were not entirely in control of her body. She wondered if this was a curse.
[ooc: Being cursed to tell your story doesn't mean you can't also be cursed with writer's block. Have Alice, staring at the screen, wondering what the hell she's writing, why she's writing it, and what on earth she's write next. >/ ]