H E R R O Y A L D U T I E S 1

[curiousher]

How in Wonderland did this get here?

[Alice is standing before the tear outside, bundled up in her Queenly garb with her crown slightly askew, just....staring at it.]

It's so very peculiar. I'm sure air isn't supposed to do that.

[She tries for a second, to take to pieces of air in her hands and pry them apart, but it does absolutely nothing, as

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[carbon_knight]

[Crunch crunch crunch M!Mark is here now, high-stepping through the snow with as much dignity as he can manage. If his double can go exploring then so can he.]

Problems, your Majesty?

[curiousher]

[She turns to face him, and nods her head just a little.]

Well, I don't know if problems is the right word just yet. This rift is very peculiar though...it should probably be closed, but I haven't come up with a way to do so just yet.

[carbon_knight]

Perhaps learning how it got there would help.

[curiousher]

That's a splendid idea, Mark!

[And she puts a hand to her chin and thinks about it for a moment. Hmm....]

...It must have been during the decorating, I suppose. When that loud crack ka-boom noise happened. Don't you agree?

[Congratulations, Queen Alice. You figured out what everyone else did forever ago.]

[airshipswank]

[ Buckingham was perfectly fine inside, but rumours on the network informed him of strange portals to other worlds and why, if that didn't just sound interesting enough to brace the cold.

He strolls through the snow, approaches the scar, BUT HARK! His royalty senses are tingling! Why, if it isn't a crown! Put rather oddly on the head of an odd girl, but a crown regardless.

The duke approaches, just in time to catch her musings. ]

...Strange, I was told Wonderland no longer had a queen.

[curiousher]

Hm?

[She turns around and peers at Buckingham. Hopefully her complete lack of eyes won't disturb him too much.]

You must have been told wrong then.

[Then she stops and tries to make herself as regal as possible (by trying to make herself look as tall as possible, of course.]

I am Queen Alice, of Wonderland! And who might you be?

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[airshipswank]

[ Oh.

Oh my.

That is.

Oh my. ]

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[airshipswank]

[ Buckingham's hand twitches involuntarily with the urge to make the sign of the cross, but divine reception must be poor here and anyway, the impulse is fought easily.

Well. At least it explains the sloppy wearing of the crown. ]

Your Majesty.

[ Instead of praying he now bows deeply, only half-aware of how futile the gesture must be, given the circumstances. But hey, force of habit. ]

I so apologise for believing such dreadful misinformation.

[ But one doesn't leave royalty in want of answers, so he hurriedly replies: ]

I am the Duke of Buckingham... or rather was, in my world, before I was invited to yours.

[ Honoured rather than bloody annoyed is the tone his statement is going for... and for the most part he succeeds. ]