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.]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

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

[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]

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]

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

[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.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

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

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

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

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

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

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

They look like the china shepherdess, though.

Well you might not really be there!

[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]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Neither might you, and I still don't poke! And they're not shepping anything.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Oh! That's easy. You think about it to go home, and you think about it to come back!

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

Sheep herding. Shepherds take care of the flocks of sheep.

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

Same door, then. Thank you.

... What else do you know about this place?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Well, I guess it's an experiment that those Twins have. I haven't been here very long. Did you really defeat the Queen of the Fairies?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

I know that. I just don't care about that.

[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.

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

I did! She was trying to take my world all for herself, so I gave her a good whack with my frying pan.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Shapeshifters? Makes sense. How did you defeat them?

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

You said shepping. Shepping isn't a word. Why say it if you know what shepherds are?