Application (The White Queen - Alice in Wonderland)

[whitecloth]

The large doors to the Sorting Room opened and the White Queen rushed in, hands up as she crossed the stone floor and ended with a small pirouette. She let out a sigh at the immaculacy of the room, “Oh, goodness gracious. This is quite fine, fine indeed.” She smiled. Lifting her head, she made her breezy way towards the desk she was needed at, a

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[mello_n_choco]

"They're Harry and Fred, not Harold and Frederick," I say, leaning against the wall. God, another weirdo inmate for this place. Why can't anyone actually interesting come here? Like that Tesla guy, though I wonder where he went.

[whitecloth]

"Forgive me for not being slapdash in my speech," she intoned.

[mello_n_choco]

"I fail to see how it is 'slapdash' if that is their names," I reply, crossing my arms over my chest. "Or, is it that you're too idiotic to understand what is before you?"

[whitecloth]

This man was starting to remind her heavily of her infantile sister, the Red Queen. All this over a proper etiquette? She half expected this youth to stamp his foot shortly, should he not get his way. He had a very loose tongue, flapping about in the cavity he called a mouth. She wanted to cut it out for his insolent behaviour, but... that would go against so many vows she'd made. A lifetime of happiness... happiness, yes.

She smiled at him and waved her hands airily and laughed, "Run along to your mother, now, you insufferable child, run along."

[future_tinman]

"You been hit in the head any time recently?" Marcus asked. Had he been hit in the head recently? People didn't just turn into sheep for the hell of it. And sheep were kind of useless anyway.

Maybe the smart thing to do would be to leave the lady and her sword alone, but if she was saying crazy things that usually meant trouble, and he'd feel like shit if he didn't ask. If he could help her was an entirely different story.

[whitecloth]

"Who me? Gracious no." There had been other instances where a person had seen the White Queen become a sheep. Alice had asked the White Queen why she had become a sheep, wearing spectacles and the Queen was at a loss. She had no memory of the occasion where her slim body had ever resulted itself in transforming to a sheep. For the oddness of the question she had completely disregarded the query. It seemed, however, that this place was prone to many oddities. As she stared quaintly at the man, she contemplated the time she might spend in this room.

[future_tinman]

So then she was crazy, which wasn't much of an improvement from concussed, but at least he'd had experience with crazy.

"That's good," he said, but it was clear from the tone of his voice that he didn't think it was good as much as he couldn't think of anything else to say. "Where's Underland?"

[whitecloth]

The White Queen smiled, and gestured vaguely with an exaggerated air, "Down the rabbit hole."

[redhead_temp]

Donna was bored. It had taken a few hours before she had given up any attempts of escaping the room. She was quite stuck until the Hat arrived. Now she had a .. queen that turned into a knitting sheep to keep her company. Barmy. Totally barmy.

"So the Hat got you too?"

[whitecloth]

"Hatter? Oh where is my friend the Hatter?" She looked to her right and her left, looking more like she was trying Swan Lake then searching for her good friend, the Mad Hatter. This woman had said he was here, hadn't she? Perhaps she'd finally meet someone she knew to explain this room.

[redhead_temp]

Oh good grief. She was either insane or--God help her--she was just perky.

"No, not Hatter. Just Hat. A talking hat."

Somehow she figured that wouldn't phase her much. "So you're a queen? I've never met royalty before."

[whitecloth]

"A talking hat? Well that is truly bizarre." The Queen pirouetted around Donna Noble and smiled at her. "I am my dear. I don't believe I've ever met royalty either..." She tilted her head and looked at nothingness, her hands posed for an action that would never come.

[woocha]

Wishbone barked at the person that turned into a sheep. Cool! I want to learn!

[whitecloth]

The White Queen sighed as she spotted the adorable dog. She knelt down, her dress ballooning out, and scratched his ear with an exaggerated movement.

[woocha]

No, really! Teach me to go from animal to human and back again! Oh that feels good.

[whitecloth]

The Queen smiled, cupping the dog's head in her pale hands. She leant and kissed Wishbone on the head, then continued scratching his back. She was rather fond of dogs, of all animals for that matter.

[blue_ataru]

"That's a beautiful sword." To Aayla's eyes, it looked just short of too pretty to be useful. But the edge, so far as she could see, looked sharp. "Welcome to Hogwarts." She inclined her head respectfully.

[whitecloth]

The Vorpal sword glinted in the moonlight that gleamed through the panes of glass in the sorting room. The shafts of light caught the grooves and unusual embossments on its blade, making it glitter and shine. "It is," she stared longingly at the sword, running her fingers down the blade, as if running them through the hair of a lover. She blinked out of her reverie.

"Thank you, blue-one. It is nice to be welcomed at last." She smiled.

[blue_ataru]

"Sometimes, courtesy is lost to the general..." Aayla waved a hand vaguely. "Weirdness of this place. Or to greed, if someone finds the bribe acceptable. In any case, I'm pleased to meet you. I'm Aayla Secura."

[whitecloth]

"It's my pleasure Aayla Secura," the Queen bowed. "I am Mirana of Marmoreal, the White Queen." The Queen smiled. "I must admit, weirdness is all but second nature to myself and those of Underland."