slayers_desire | trying to make the pieces fit ((Buffyverse plot))

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trying to make the pieces fit ((Buffyverse plot))

There was a small gathering of people in the room, doing things that might seem normal. Drinking coffee. Reading a book. Checking sites on the computer. Talking with their neighbor.

But this wasn't a normal day. And despite appearances, these people were all preparing to help save their world.

Most of the 'Scoobies' were here... Xander, Connor, Wes, Lorne, Spike and even Willow had come down for the event. There were others there too... Victor Allen, Clark Kent and Edward Elric.

They were all here to figure out how to create a new Seed. They already had a few clues to go on... but there were still a lot to discuss.

The most recent revelation came after Illyria had deceived the group, and put Clark and April right into the heart of the White Room. Where their memories were taken from them. They had fought free... and now April was more determined than ever to find a way to save her world.

((posting order: April, Clark, Victor, Ed))

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That's almost a relief, Clark thinks to her privately. Since I had to get Courage, I was starting to think this was the Wizard of Oz. He'd much rather handle surreality than the nightmarish memories they just went through, odd though this is.

"I dig it," she says, and far from getting creeped out by a human-sized, moving doll, she looks fascinated. How she'd love to take samples of the plantlife. How she'd love to hop up and start exploring. "This is kinda awesome."

Ed starts violently when Miss Edith speaks, immediately tensing, the change in scenery only adding to the surprise. Once he calms himself down, he exhales, and mutters under his breath, "Games. Lovely... I'm not too fond of Alice in Wonderland..."

I always did favor the Cowardly Lion over the other two with Dorothy April flirts softly with Clark.

Miss Edith stands up. She gives that creepy smile again, before almost disappearing... except for her smile. "Follow the story."

Clark eyes the floating smile with no person attached. "Alice in Wonderland indeed..." It's easy to tell who's the Cheshire Cat in this story.

Follow the story... which story, he wonders?

"Ah, the Cheshire cat," Victor says, standing, (crack, pop, crack go her knees and hips) and she stretches her arms above her head. "I do hope this makes me the Hatter."

"So, we're kinda mid-story right now. After the tea party, Alice goes to the Red Queen's croquet game and causes a ruckus. I say we just start walking."

So she looks for the first opening she can find in the trees and she starts to lead the way. She feels like, this place being what it is, the area they need to go to will sort its way out.

Ed scowls at Miss Edith as she disappears, but rises to his feet and pulls his coat back on, following Victor through the woods. "I'm all for causing a ruckus," he says with a small smile.

As soon as Victor identifies herself as the Mad Hatter, a very ridiculous hat appears on her head.

"So we will just have to face the Red Queen?" April wonders. She met a very dangerous Red Queen in Alice's Wonderland world.

Clark takes notice of the hat. So, this place is at least somewhat responsive to changes. And since it's Victor's 'turn,' maybe that's why she was able to influence this place into assigning her the role.

"I doubt it'll be as easy as it sounds."

"Amen, my brother," Victor says, in response to Ed's sterling endorsement of ruckus.

And the hat! That joyous hat. She really hopes that she'll be allowed to keep it. She moves forward, ever with that limp, ducking under branches, brushing aside leaves.

For the first time since they've entered the white room, she looks like she's entirely in her element. A surreal landscape where much depends on words, on wit, and on innovation. This is her battlefield. This is where she wins.

"That's the crux of the story, where Alice is forced into the very authority she avoided at home, where she has to face an over-exaggerated female figure, where she has to deal with rules that she finds ridiculous. It's the closest Alice gets, in Wonderland, of being back home."

"Oh, probably not so easy, but this is the kinda thing I can do. Heaven forbid I get assigned a marathon."

Ed lets out a devious little chuckle, laces his fingers and flexes his hands out in front of him a bit. He loves causing a ruckus. And he's pretty good at it too. "Nice hat," he tells Victor.

"Do the rest of us need to be characters too?" April gets the feeling that only Victor has that power in this world.

"It would make sense," Clark muses out loud. "She told us to follow the story."

Ed would not appreciate being Alice. Ed would not appreciate being Alice. She has to keep repeating that to herself, because, oh, she is tempted.

Ed would be Alice, though, she thinks, the character who plays it straight, the real person in a land of madmen. The main character.

April's awesome brain powers would make her the Caterpillar.

And Clark, of course, would be the White Rabbit, ever so responsible.

She thinks that saying it aloud would make it true and by keeping silent she won't Alice-ify poor Ed. Alas, she is wrong.

"VICTOR!" Ed protests upon being Alice-ified. "What the Hell?!"

He's going to just sputter for a bit and then start ranting to himself under his breath in German. If he has to rebraid his hair, he's going to be even more annoyed than he is already.

April is a little confused, and a lot shocked when she is transformed into the Catepillar. At least Wonderland has allowed her to keep her fashion sense (and feminity), by transforming her into a dress-wearing caterpiller.

It would have been hard to get around as a true caterpillar after all.

She holds out the Hookah in one hand, looking at it. "Woah... okay."

Clark is no stranger to wearing waistcoats these days, but the fuzzy pair of costume rabbit ears are definitely new. And he seems to have acquired a pocketwatch from somewhere. He crosses his arms over his chest. "Looks like your mind's all we need to make it 'real.'"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I didn't even say it aloud... gosh, I'm Ray from Ghostbusters, oh man!" But then she starts giggling, because, really, how funny is this!

"I do have reasons, I promise this isn't on a whim. Each character just fits you!"

And then she collapses into giggles again. "Oh please don't hate me you guys."

"Wunderbar," Ed mutters under his breath. He doesn't hate her, he's just really annoyed.

April meanwhile is totally not thinking of petting Clark's ears. Nope. (Of course she is -- the ears are adorable)

"If you think they fit... I am sure it will help us get through the story."

They were started to head into a hedgemaze. Just for a second, down a different path, one might see the Ghostbusters running in search of Ghosts.

"Just be careful what you're thinking about," Clark suggests. Creating on a whim can be helpful, but also dangerous. He saw an old Star Trek episode like this once.

She gives Ed a swift peck on the cheek. "It just means that you're innovative, that you think differently, and you're inquisitive. Alice is the perfect scientist."

And then thinks 'pants pants pants' really hard, so he'll be comfortable, thinking him up a pair of nice, crisp blue trousers, still in line with the costume.

The Ghostbusters... she loves this world. With a thought, everything changes. So she won't think of purple elephants, no. They're lime green. And flying. And snorting fire out of their trunks.

"Sorry again!"

She leads a fast, twisted way through the maze, which is getting more cluttered all the time, as she thinks of viscious mermaids in ponds that look more fish than human, but with claws, blue fairies with fur and needle-sharp teeth (she quickly thinks of a cage to contain them). Fantastic new creatures that swim in the air, that look more mist than corporeal, and trees glittering with fruit as bright as stars.

"Sorry!"

She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and clears the clutter out of her brain.

Ed goes beet-red when Victor gives him the kiss on the cheek, and the blush remains as she explains her reasons for assigning him Alice. "Oh..." he says, quietly. "Guess... I should take that as a compliment, then..."

Trousers. Thank God. And as an atheist, Ed doesn't use that phrase very much. Blue still isn't his colour, though; he looks much better in black and red.

They were basically going around in circles in the maze. Especially when Victor's imagination started creating various different creatures, which would block paths and sent the group down another route.

And every now and then, they will spot signs that read "This Way" or "That Way" or both, hanging on the walls.

"This must be what dreams look like from the inside," Clark says as they pass yet another bizarre concoction from Victor's imagination. His dreams have always been highly realistic, but he knows that's unusual.

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Excuse me while I try to get Ed and my laughter back under control.

hil-ar-ious!

I'd even considered having Clark do dibs on the Rabbit, lol

Vic is all like, "SORRY BUT I'M NOT SORRY AT ALL."

Ed's kind of rampaging around inside my head at the moment... not IC-ly, though.

that is a funny image

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