Ahhh, how refreshing to take so many steps forward and never look back.

We appear to be doing an awful lot of shocking recall today, Wonderland. Once you hit a certain age, I assure you, it's only the highlights that stand out. So...do yourselves all a great big favor and don't dwell. Where you started off is most likely very clearly not worth it.

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I've just realized what our side of the mansion lacks, why this Empress of Love Symbols behind the mirror and her court have one up on us all!

So many potential royals, but not one claims among us the role of decisive and faaaaabulous supreme ruler of our own.

(Aside from the talking demonic llama. Who doesn't count, obviously, being a quadrupedal ( Read more... )

A wardrobe? In the middle of the hallway?

...Why, who would leave one there?

If no one claims it, I'm going to see if anything's worth taking to the powder room for a try-on.

So It seems there are suspicious hooded creatures lurking about, the mansion's turned the coolant bellows uncomfortably low, and these joints are sore like they haven't been in months... ohhhhhh my aching back...I'm not in the shape I used to be. Pity.

I could certainly go for another hour in the steam room...what do you say, Megara?

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Curious again, since we seem to be in the habit of picking up touchy youth, but...well, I wonder if there's some sort of pattern as to everyone's significance in selection here.

...What's your profession? Or your place, your role, your title, back in your home, if it bears any sort of weight or significance?

[Down in the lower level laboratory, there's a dull clattering that echoes through the hallway every few moments, and if you look down, there's Yzma in her labcoat and galvanic goggles, taking a pitcher's windup, tossing presumably an hand-sized object at the walls. Its difficult to locate again by sight, so she occasionally gets down on hands and ( Read more... )

Oh.... My....

[Yep. Everyone on the eighth floor and below, you DON'T wanna look up and see hairless Yzma with a green facemask half-applied, and a silky purple lingerie draping limp off her bony frame.]

Well there goes all notion of private quarters. Hmmm. And I suspect productivity could grind to an ultimate standstill as well.

Well. Finding myself in a position of significant power and influence over dozens of brats for the course of...72 hours was surprisingly refreshing. Even if none of you have as much as dram of respect for your elders.

...But I suppose its back to the usual. Suddenly, the right ingredients are much harder to come by once more.

Slytherin House, need I remind you the seventh time this quarter that HUFFLEPUFF is leading us in points! HUFF-L-PUFF. Unacceptable.

I'll never win my bet with that dishy Professor Winchester, at this rate, and if I don't, Merlin help you all to mind your goblets, or your end-of-year spotted dick will be going in one end and out the other, lickety ( Read more... )

Well...that was ever the unfortunate exercise in bodily transfiguration. I suspect I still have a hairball or two to hack up...

Ahem. So in efforts to remove myself from the vicinity of the mad wizard upstairs, I shall retreat to a vacant room on the first floor which is closer to the secret lab anyway.

Well played, Mr. Howl, well Played. But be ( Read more... )