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[round a particular corner and opening a door, if you're going this way, will land you in the doorway to another themed room. this one? chess. in particular, this:

except immense. for reference: a pawn is about a head shorter than your average teen. climbing up the levels isn't impossible, at least, at that height.

the doorway, though? is not behind the king and queen on either side. no, it's halfway up the wall, a good ten foot drop to the board below. watch your step!]

ooc: hi one of these chess pieces is likely to turn into a ridiculous version of Luxord's Other who used to be more active :|b

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[GAH she was not expecting to drop onto a chess....board. this is not what she would call a board, you know.]

[don't hate, Sora.

the pieces sense her presence-- no, they don't. one of them does, though, because one of them is actually sentient. it is the white pawn nearest the door, and it might wiggle a bit.]

[sorry, she's a little busy trying to get her ass to stop hurting from that fall.]

[WEAK. well, that pawn is wiggling a bit more persistently. but not enough to move it off its square, because then Sora would get kind of flattened. by a huge marble jerk.]

[okay, okay, she's noticing that now. and is really confused, standing to investigate it.]

What the heck?

[wobbling quite a bit, now! the rules of this I Am A Chess Piece spell are obviously

1. lol ur a chess piece and
2. you must touch the piece to break the weirdo spell

touch the big phallic marble thing.]

[well, since you put it that way

poke.]

[that's enough ~~or this would go on for like five more tags~~, and there is a bit of theatrical shaking of the giant chess piece before, with all of the poofy sound effects and glitter and smoke required of Wonderland's citizens, there is a blond kid sitting on the floor where the pawn was.

he is rubbing his head and looking disoriented.]

Well, that was a bit inconvenient.

.............Dulor?

[omg where have you been.]

[blinkblink. actually looking up at her now, hi there.]

Hullo, love. Been well?

[she grins; it's nice to see someone she hasn't in a while.]

Well as I can be here.

Excellent to hear.

[he'll just be getting to his feet, now, and wobbling a bit because oh hey, being a chess piece on a giant chess board of death is a lot easier than getting used to having proper legs again...on a giant chess board of death.

glancing around:]

This is new.

Yeah. The door's pretty stupid, too.

[brb pointing up at it. that fall hurt. :(]

[looking at iiit what the fuuuuck who puts a door there.]

Hm! An architect's practical joke, I'd wager.

It's not a very good joke.

[she takes a moment to look around, trying to see if there's a different way out.]

No, I suppose not. But then, architects aren't very funny.

[a logical conclusion. Dulór will help the looking-around process.]

Do you know many architects?

[or is he just assuming.]

No, but what's funny about beams and insulation?

[so casual. climbing up a level to look from higher ground, as well.]

Not much, I guess.

[your logic is so logical sometimes, Dulor.]

[logically logical conclusions.]

See? Terrible jokes.

[chillin up here, next to this bishop.]

I can't imagine this board would be convenient to play on at all, either.

Not unless you were big enough to lift the pieces easily.

[totally looking up, now, as if a giant hand will come down. Wonderland is my excuse for this logic, as per usual.]

You can do this, though-- [and he'll just be. sliding behind the giant bishop to push his weight against it until it topples over, taking out the pawn below it before they both fall to the center of the board.

there is a bitty trap door where the bishop was sitting. Dulór looks at it.] Oi, c'mere and look at this, love.

What?

[time to head on up to where he is to look. how small is that trap door?]

...weird.

[rather small. a child could probably get through.

Dulór, careful and safe man he is, stoops to grab the handle and yanks it open. peeeeeering into it...]

Doesn't look very interesting. Shall we try to find another?

...do we have to push over all of these?

Maybe!

[:D]

Great.

[well, might as well get started! time to push off one of these pieces.]

[huzzah! well, the pawns won't have anything under them, and the trap doors will get smaller the farther they are from the king on the board. Sora's lucky, she actually has some physical ability. Dulór just knows how to throw himself at things.

brb tackling a knight.]

[she would have laughed had she been paying attention. but instead, yay for strength!]

[he's very dignified about tackling giant marble horse heads, okay.

keen Wonderland senses of "how the fuck does that make any sense" are telling him this is the wrong direction.]

D'you think we ought to be try to knock over the other team?

Might as well try.

Alright!

[hooray, abandoning this rook to wobble back to its proper position while he jumps down and makes his way across the board.]

[she follows; double jump is fun~. time to shove some different coloured pieces!]

[OH THAT'S CHEATING Dulór has to climb. but he pointlessly sends a pair of pawns toppling pleasantly in the process, so it's alright. brb going for the bishop again.]

[do you have something against bishops, Dulor. she considers for a moment, and then she's going to try and shove the queen down.]

[yeah, Mum's advisor is kind of a dick.

oops bye queen. the door under there looks big enough to fit through! ... except it will be nothing but blackness if she opens it. right after the spray of confetti and some party favors, because toppling the queen is always a good thing, right?

right.]

[face full of confetti!

she doesn't look impressed.]

[Dulór, meanwhile, looks up from pushing a bishop into the pawn below it and blinks at her.]

Did I miss something exciting?

I got the queen. Nothing down here except party stuff, apparently.

[she blows at her bangs, confetti falling from them.]

Queens like parties.

[said as if this is entirely obvious, what. also, climbing to join her.]

King?

Think there might be something better under him?

[she wouldn't know, since the only royalty she came across was the Not-A-Queen-In-Her-World of Hearts.]

Well, maybe. The point is to catch the king, love.

[it makes sense when you don't think about it.]

Catch it, not break it.

[she grins a little, and is moving to get behind the king despite her words.]

[ Then it's a good thing she's a wall walker, riiiiight?

But oh my god this is glorious in her eye. A low whistle, admiring the area for a moment. ]

[lucky break. BUT WELP like the above thread, Dulór is really busy being a chess piece. but he...hears that whistle I guess, despite his lack of ears, and wobbles pointedly.]

[ What's this, living chess pieces?

She likes this, and warped to the loudest one -- by sitting ontop of it. ] Heeee-llo!

[just the fortunate one, today.

AND HEY sparkly Wonderland theatrics should be enough warning for her to work on her hovering, unless she wants to find herself several feet lower and in the lap of a tiny not-Luxord.]

[Oh, now that's interesting. He'll just be drifting around the pieces lazily.]

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