1st Reckoning

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

[An eleven year old girl appears on the plane with a frying pan in one hand. The sudden change in scenery startles her, and she thinks for a moment longer.]

… Oh, I get it. "A thought in yer heid." Doors are everywhere. So this place is like that, huh?

[She takes in the scenery for a bit, noticing the lack of a visible floor, then inhales a nice good breath and talks to the plane.]

Alright, Meredith! I want to know why you have your dolls on my land. They’re too close to where Granny Aching’s been buried, and their place sounds like... it sounds like nightmares. You have one chance to explain, or there will be a reckoning! And I defeated the Queen of Fairies, so don’t even think I’m frightened by the likes of you.

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[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[This would be Henrietta, standing by in awe and reminded very much of Triela.]

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

... You weren't here last time. Who are you?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Um. I'm Henrietta. Who are you?

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

Tiffany. Have you seen Meredith recently, or an egress?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

No, I don't think so. What's an egress?

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

An exit! The way out isn't always the same as the way in.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Headtilt] Wow. You got experience in this field?

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

Sort of. [kneels down to inspect the kitty] The Queen was invading my home with things that others couldn't see. Since no one can see Meredith's dolls, they should be similar, right?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Sniffs around her foot] I see things too. But them dolls aren't dolls, they're people too.

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

They aren't really people. They try to be people. It's not the same. [Pokes the cat with her pan. She's also mentally congratulating herself at not freaking out at a talking cat.]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Merry Mery's dolls aren't dolls. [Hisses and swats at the frying pan] I don't go poking at you!

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[blinks at little yelling girl] Fairies?

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Fairies and elves and stuff like that.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

What were they like? [thinks they are aliens, yes]

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

I only saw some guards, really, but they were pretty big. They could be whatever size they wanted to be, though. Knowing Fairyland, they could look like whatever they wanted too.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Shapeshifters? Makes sense. How did you defeat them?

[didorothy]

[frowny face, get! Sam is upset about the excess of eleven-year-old girl. Also he is talking to himself rather than Tiffany, but this isn't surprising because he is Sam Tyler]

I really need to have a talk with them.

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

Somebody needs to talk to somebody and get them off the Chalk.

[didorothy]

You what?

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

[Oh you did not just ignore her. She has a frying pan you know, and now she wields it threateningly.]

I am not leaving the Chalk until those dolls get off of my land. Why are they there? What are they planning to do?

[didorothy]

Put the frying pan down and we'll talk.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

--you've beaten fairies?

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

Their Queen, yes.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

((....XD I-I was thinking Small Worlds.))

I didn't even know they had one.

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

Well they do! She stole my brother and the Baron's son, and I got them back.