Fri, 01 May 2009 22:25:54 GMT

TITLE: In the rosegarden
CHARACTER(S): Open - to fictionauts at least.
TYPE: Thread
LOCATION:Wonderland (alice in wonderland)
RATING: TBD
SUMMARY: Jadis is using wonderland as a crossroads - who will she meet?
STATUS: Incomplete

Once upon a time....

The roses on the trees were still white, despite the efforts of the playing cards with their paint brushes. Unnoticed, hidden under the narrative, and out of view of the main plot, was a trickling of hoarfrost creeping up the bark of one of the trees, its icy touch causing a swift death to the blooms.
It was here that Jadis, the white witch, had stepped through. In her white mantle, unattended, she surveyed her surrounds. Wonderland was not the place she wanted to be, simply one of many stepping stones between the different narrative worlds. One which, for her, was not altogether safe - it was used by many as a crossing point, and she was loath to spend too much time there, not from fear - never that, for who could harm her? - but from the sheer... jollity.. of the place. It was not a world she enjoyed.
Still, it was one of the more useful places to visit. The comings and goings, and the natural properties of the story led to it being the ideal place to start a journey outwards, into an as yet unexplored (by her at least) book - and each book she visited gave her another chance to woo minions to her cause.

But where to start? The problem with jumping willy-nilly was that you never knew where you would end up - Jadis hated that. She was used t being in control, and to have to trust to random chance - that ground upon her.
Of course, if she had the good fortune to run into another fictionaut - one who did not belong to the petty Canon Corps at least, she could use their knowledge to scout out new subjects for her rule. And if it was one of the the Corps? Another obstacle removed.
After a few moments thought, her face set, she began a purposeful stride between the rosebushes, the frost and caught snowflakes on her clothing falling off, and melting in the sun.

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you could read it, or you could be it