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[howtoteenager.livejournal.com]

[That ridiculous Dulór kid has found the room with the giant chess board in his unstoppable effort to locate the Wonderland room. This room, though, is relevant to his interests, considering his- well, life.

He's currently standing next to the full-size, white marble queen, looking at her critically.]

I can't say I like what you've done with your hair, Mum.

[He chuckles, patting the marble piece on the shoulder. It's only a little off-putting to be in a room with giant chess pieces that don't come to life, though. hurk.]

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[skybright]

Did you just call that statue "mum"?

[HEY look who it is, in the doorway with a bottle of some sort of fizzy pink drink and a crazy straw.]

[howtoteenager.livejournal.com]

[HEY THERE. looking over at her-]

Yes I did!

[skybright]

Why?

[heads on in, slurping on her pink soda thing.]

[howtoteenager.livejournal.com]

[totally straight-faced:]

'Cause she's my mum.

You know, at home.

[skybright]

[give her a sec to look between Dulor and the chess piece.]

...you look a lot less marble-y.

[howtoteenager.livejournal.com]

Magic. [complete with finger-wiggling.]

But honestly, it's a Wonderland thing. Mum turned into a sheep once. I didn't ask.

[skybright]

Oh. I guess that makes sense.

[she is so accepting of Wonderland weirdness.]

[bigglowything.livejournal.com]

[Exploration still going! Hello giant chess pieces. Talking to himself...] How would anyone even move these things to play?

[And then he notices Dulor. Derp. Wave.]

[howtoteenager.livejournal.com]

[hey, glowy kid. Dulór doesn't know jack about this heart nonsense, really, and honestly glowing wouldn't be out of place in Wonderland. have a wave in return!]

They're supposed to move on their own.

[bigglowything.livejournal.com]

[And you are the first person not to harp on the glowing thing. Way to go, Dulor.]

...How?

[howtoteenager.livejournal.com]

[he's good like that.]

Ever been to Wonderland, mate?

[bigglowything.livejournal.com]

[Nods!]

Yeah!

[howtoteenager.livejournal.com]

And you didn't see the- You went to the Queen of Hearts, I bet.

[antedupmyheart.livejournal.com]

Is that what you call her?

['Sup, it's your future-self again.]

[howtoteenager.livejournal.com]

[Oh hey, what's up.]

Mum? Of course.

[antedupmyheart.livejournal.com]

[Not much. You?]

Which would make you the prince, I suppose.

[howtoteenager.livejournal.com]

[just chilling with my giant chess family.]

Well, there aren't princes in chess, but- [thoughtful cheek scratch, shrug.] -quite so.

[antedupmyheart.livejournal.com]

We can't all play on the same board, and the rest are all spoken for, I believe.

[howtoteenager.livejournal.com]

I'm the royal cheerleader, I guess you could say.

[sillywaterboy.livejournal.com]

Are you talking to a statue, now?

[howtoteenager.livejournal.com]

A little bit, yes.

[sillywaterboy.livejournal.com]

...Why?

[He raised an eyebrow.]

[howtoteenager.livejournal.com]

She's Mum. Sort of.

[sillywaterboy.livejournal.com]

...Your mom is a statue!?

[Oh god Demyx is so confused--]

...Oh wait. It's just a de...depict... whatever that word is, of your mother? Well that makes perfect sense then!

[Griiin.]

[howtoteenager.livejournal.com]

Well, I mean, sometimes she's a statue. And very small.

[holding up two fingers to demonstrate chess piece size.]