passingmod: (in the infinite meadows of heaven¸)
ᘚ a passing mod ([personal profile] passingmod) wrote in [community profile] onepassingnight2012-11-15 02:00 pm

[World Exploration] Wonderland

Who: Everyone! Open to All. World inhabitants can be npc'd as needed.
What: World Exploration : Suggestion Info here
When: all through November and beyond
Where: Locations in comments, or add your own.

There are whole new worlds out there. Some people know this already, some are learning it for the first time. Tonight, it's a world of mystery where nothing seems to work entirely by normal logic and everything familiar from waking life can become different. Flowers have a temper and may not like being picked, animals wear dapper clothes, and all of them talk. Some of them are helpful.

Whether flitting around the edges of this world at the Rabbit Hole or the Entryway, caught up in the Mad Hatter's tea party, taken to the Castle of the Queen of Hearts, the Croquet Ground, or somewhere entirely different, it's Wonderland. Be careful: The signs shouldn't always be obeyed.


(Notes: This is a log to keep together threads exploring Wonderland. Relevant threads can also be made as separate posts throughout the rest of the month or beyond. Mostly, this is an experiment to see how a mass log will work for world exploring. As usual with OPN, it is entirely optional and creative liberty is fine and encouraged while working within the setting. Feel free to use the location notes as prompts, but also feel free to do something else entirely. More world suggestions always accepted here.)
one_one_se7en: (Up)

[personal profile] one_one_se7en 2012-12-28 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
"That food I thought about. Sometimes it's messed with to change bodies."

Something he's grateful he got to learn how to avoid in the waking world. For the most part. In any case, the chipmunk was correct about ruling something out. As funny as it seemed to him.

It's upon turning around a teacup when he finds an example. A literal piece of cake with an ominous 'eat me'.

"Such as..."
rrbando_rambo: (daww)

[personal profile] rrbando_rambo 2013-01-05 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
"What d'you 'spose it does?" Dale quirked an ear curiously. He himself had never read the story about Wonderland, or much of anything really, so the cake bearing a prompt was a foreign concept to him.

"I dunno if I want to be seen. The dormouse already tried to shoo me into one of the teapots, and if that Hatter sees me again, he'll put me back at the other end of the table....wheeere the dormouse is."

He liked this quiet little corner of the table because he could eat his fill undisturbed. A few more hearty gulps of coffee might help him find a solution to get out of here soon... John could choose from a couple more harebrained ideas, or try to recall what wisdom the book held about this tea party.
one_one_se7en: (Rocket)

[personal profile] one_one_se7en 2013-01-07 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
While he understands the dangers in being seen, he also thinks of the safety being normal sized would have. He tears off a piece -two pieces- of the cake.

"Want to be big enough to avoid that?"

Because a giant chipmunk and a normal-sized Spartan would be something a normal person would be brave enough to shoo.

"Barring that?" He lowers the offered piece. "I could help you?"
rrbando_rambo: (smile)

[personal profile] rrbando_rambo 2013-01-22 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
Dale stared vacantly, then looking tempted he stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Yes, I think I would!" As he accepted the morsel he assumed a dutiful salute for the Spartan, indicating he accepted John as a leader as well. "It just so happens I am a professional sidekick. I got yer back, partner." The resulting chatter was excited laughter.

If being by his lonesome had confined himself to a pile of sweet pastries and John to a teapot, teaming up was a very logical option, even for the not-so-brightest of chipmunks.

He raised his respective piece.
one_one_se7en: (Direct)

[personal profile] one_one_se7en 2013-01-27 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
His helmet glances curiously over at Dale, not quite as familiar with the term 'sidekick'. For him, a group was a collection of parts for a single function, everyone protecting one another.

"Thanks."

Even then, the outcome was the same -- protect him as well.

He slides his visor a little to take a small bite, and his eye level seems to increase. It seems to go well for a moment... although it worries him it goes fast.

Too fast. He was pretty sure he wasn't as tall as the trees.