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    Wonderland wasn't always this way. There was a time when it mirrored medieval England, albeit with a few magical elements: a few quirks and eccentricities that made it truly unique. While all feared the Queen's mercurial temper and the fine blade of her Guillotine, all was well, until a little girl named Alice Liddell disturbed the status quo and sparked a revolution. The kingdom began to fall into decay as the taint of the modern world invaded. History is beginning to repeat itself and no one is happy. As the Queen of Hearts tangles in a battle of wits and riddles with the Cheshire Cat, the rest are starting to wonder ... is it true that the White Rabbit is bringing humans to Wonderland when they themselves are banned from going to London?

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Aug 11 2015, 12:11 AM
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<i>“And will he be successful?”</i>
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Fintan raised an eyebrow. The Queen usually didn’t care if the humans survived one way or another or even at all. She just wanted their bodies stacked on top of each other in guest housing so she could leech off their energy reserves.</p>
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<b>“I anticipate he will, yes,”</b> Fintan replied.</p>
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<i>“Excellent.”</i> She looked down at the file of papers spread out between them. <i>“His prospects in Wonderland?”</i></p>
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<b>“A Card, most likely. He prefers structure and stability.”</b></p>
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<i>“This will be quite the wake-up call, then,”</i> she laughed, a bemused expression curling her lips upward.</p>
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<b>“I would also expect him to align to your side,”</b> Fintan said. <b>“He is devoted to Queen and Country in London. That should translate well enough for him here.”</b></p>
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<i>“Thank you, White Rabbit,”</i> she said, pulling the papers into one stack, evening them out, and closed the file. <i>“I eagerly anticipate his arrival.”</i></p>
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<b>“Enjoy your meeting with the Duchess,”</b> Fintan said to which the Queen rolled her eyes and set the file off to the side. He stood, buttoning his London suit jacket closed, and bowed. <b>“Your Majesty.”</b></p>
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London was the same as always — loud, bright, and utterly fulfilling. He grabbed a slice of carrot cake from his favorite bakery, the one right around the corner from where Blake was having a date at that very moment. Fintan would need his strength. Taking people through the Rabbit Hole with him was particularly draining.</p>
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He stayed across the street from the coffee shop where Blake and his boyfriend were enjoying coffee and conversation while Fintan thumbed through a trashy magazine and leaned against the bus stop. The cake hit his system twenty minutes into his surveillance; he was suddenly keyed up and ready to go.</p>
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Eventually, Blake seemed to understand that Fintan was itching to get the show on the road, and he and the other man stood and shared a kiss and Fintan saw the other man smile and promise to see Blake tomorrow. Fintan wanted to laugh maniacally. He settled for a dark chuckle to himself and tossed the magazine in a nearby receptacle.</p>
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<b>“Mister Everly,”</b> Fintan greeted, appearing seemingly out of nowhere in front of Blake once the other man was a safe distance in the opposite direction. He gave a luring smile and tilted his head as though in thought. The magic swirled within him, giving him an extra edge of persuasion, the one thing that made him and him alone successful at this. It worked on all except Judas. <b>“A pleasure to see you again. We’re late, late, very late for a very important date, so if you’ll follow me.”</b></p>
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He grabbed Blake’s elbow, his grasp tight and directing but loving to the naked eye, and proceeded to walk down the block with the shorter man. His mouth kept shut; he didn’t respond to a single thing Blake threw at him. He turned the corner, Blake in tow, and kept pace down another three blocks. Halfway down the fourth, he took a look around them and deciding they were unnoticed, he pulled Blake down the alley Fin had come from earlier that day.</p>
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<b>“This may feel like forever, but forever is only a second,”</b> he said without explanation, passing back entrances to the dead end. At the fifth building, stretching to the end of the block and cutting off the alley from connecting to the street on the other side, the bricks wavered in the sunlight. Fintan could feel the Wonderland magic pulsing through, enticing him to slip down, and he shivered. This is what Wonderland wanted. This is what Wonderland needed.</p>
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For Queen and country and all that.</p>
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He pulled Blake along with him, rougher in grip now that they were in private, and stepped through. The familiar rush of the Rabbit Hole speared his body. He let go of Blake, letting the other man tumble through on his own.</p>
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Fintan landed on his feet gracefully and brushed invisible specks off his suit coat and flicked open his pocketwatch. The Hole had spit them out on the edge of the Royal City. <b>“Right on time. Thank you for being so cooperative, Mister Everly.”</b> He pocketed the watch and smiled, not bothering to put any friendly pretense on this time. It was his true smile — dark and calculating and not at all suitable for children.</p>
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<b>“Welcome to Wonderland,”</b> he said, voice eerily similar to his smile. <b>“Enjoy your life here.”</b> And with that, he shifted into his rabbit form and took off for the tree line, his shortcut up to the Palace. The Queen was expecting his post-trip report.</p>
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<i>Welcome to Wonderland indeed.</i></p>


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All these kinds of places Make it seem like it's been ages Tomorrow some new building will scrape the sky I love this country dearly But I never thought I'd be alone to try - - - - -
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<b>the sister —</b> the youngest born in the same litter of rabbits as fintan, SISTER never understood all the fuss about one of her older brothers displaying albinism traits. she never liked how he got all the attention simply because he was an all-white rabbit. after all, there was nothing particularly unique or special about <i>her</i>. (isn't the baby of the family supposed to get special treatment after all?) when the trio were children, their father mysteriously vanished . . . and SISTER felt like she was the only one who seemed to care. she grew up devoted trying to find her father, causing a rift between her and the rest of her family who just wanted her to accept the fact that he was gone and wasn't coming back. when the portals to london opened, she high-tailed it out of wonderland, anxious to see if Alice's world was more accepting than her own. she quickly grew enamoured with london, fascinated by the people and her new environment, and was soon distracted from her quest to find her father (why look for someone when you had waffles?). so when the portals ended up closing and fintan, her least favorite sibling, came to collect her, she wasn't the happiest camper on the bus. lately, she's heard whispers that her father might be in london and not only is she pissed that she squandered her opportunity to find him . . . she may or may not be secretly plotting a way to go back, fintan and his queen boss be damned.<p>

first and middle names are open. (irish first name would be lovely to keep with the theme, but it doesn't have to be.) last name would be <b>travers</b> (unless she's married be secret marriage plots are fun, though she strikes me as currently single, again up to you). mid-30s would be somewhere between 34-37 (fintan is 37 due to so much london travel). fintan would describe her as temperamental, but only because she quickly gets frustrated and annoyed with him, so feel free to spin that however you want.

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<b>the brother —</b> squarely in the middle of fintan and SISTER, BROTHER devoted a good deal of his childhood trying to play peacekeeper between the only two siblings of his litter who survived infancy. BROTHER spent his days bouncing between them, reminding SISTER that it wasn't fintan's fault he was born special and telling fintan he needed to stop being such an arrogant prick about how unique he was. eventually he gave up, and when SISTER fled for london, BROTHER ended up getting to know fintan better. . . . fintan, who had a curious interest in the queen at the time and a habit of knowing people shortly before they disappeared. SISTER would later claim it's due to a lack of proper socialization because of their missing father, but BROTHER has his own theories; in particular, there's the one where fintan isn't as sane as he seems, and how he may have contributed to the former queen's slip into insanity (or perhaps it may have been the other way around). BROTHER plays along, if only to see where fintan's own rabbit hole will eventually lead him, and BROTHER has found himself getting equally entrenched in fintan's games. lately, BROTHER's agreed to things that normally he'd see as morally ambiguous or wrong but now it's kind of fun . . . like raising fintan's daughter in secret and waiting for the day he can play that card against his older brother.<p>

first and middle names are open. (irish first name would be lovely to keep with the theme, but it doesn't have to be.) last name would be <b>travers</b>. relationship status is up to you. mid-30s would be somewhere between 34-37 (fintan is 37 due to so much london travel). his stance on london, wonderland, and the portals closing is up to you.

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<b>the daughter —</b> DAUGHTER's entrance into the world was so riddled with cliches that she frequently jokes about it now. her mother, slightly too old with slightly too narrow hips for a successful pregnancy, died during childbirth; DAUGHTER was the third and last born of a group that should've been much larger. fintan, her father, unable to see past the blood and stench that comes with maternal death, fled before BROTHER, her uncle, noticed she and her two siblings were actually alive. she was the only one of the three to survive past infancy and was raised by her uncle on the other side of wonderland. he never explained to her why he never introduced her to her father. it wasn't a secret in her village who was raising her but whenever the question came up, it was always evaded. she knew who her birth parents were her entire life; <i>the less secrets we have, the better off we'll be</i>, her uncle would say. there was always the nagging fear that fintan may have discovered her or what her uncle had been hiding for years, but it never came to fruition. when the portals opened, her uncle would take her to london for extended periods of time - primary school was completed in the early 1900s, her first attempt at secondary schooling was complicated by the humans' "second world war", and she finally managed to return to london shortly after the queen's coronation to finish secondary school. she takes pride in her london education. she dabbled with the idea of college but decided she would rather hold down a job and explore london, especially as word started filtering through that the portals would be closing soon. she came back, sort of begrudgingly, when the portals closed, and has decided to help bridge the cultural gap for humans who come into wonderland upon discovering that fintan does nothing for those he kidnaps. she continues trying to stay out of her father's notice, but when your work overlaps, there's only so much you can do before you're discovered, as much as your uncle would rather that not happen just yet.<p>

first and middle names are open. (irish first name would be lovely to keep with the theme, but it doesn't have to be.) last name would be <b>travers</b> (though she may use an alias to keep under cover). early 20s would be somewhere between 20-23 (due to so much london travel). her stance on london, wonderland, and the portals closing is up to you.

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<b>the husband —</b> behind every successful queen is her butt because a woman doesn't need a man to achieve her goals. this was jacqueline's motto her entire life. sure she had flings and such, but nobody ever caught her attention the way HUSBAND did when he showed up, newly hired like the rest of his fellow advisors. (that makes it a good thing they met after she got what she wanted, which was the crown and throne.) not royal yet not a street rat, either, he was widely known for his ability to predict how decisions would turn out. it wasn't so much a power as an uncanny perception of the consequences of events or decisions. he quickly gained jaq's favor for this; she made him her top political advisor by the end of his second week, an impressive feat for someone who's boss's worst kept secret was that she didn't trust anyone in any circles of hers. perhaps it was her enigmatic coldness towards news of any kind. maybe it was the smile she couldn't control when he ironically suggested a beheading ceremony for her first coronation day, a practice she had quickly abolished upon reaching the throne. jaq won't give you an answer, but HUSBAND will swear up and down it was the first time he convinced her to ditch her guards and sneak out of the castle for a night on the town. he let her fall in love for the first time, and through marriage, was eventually made king of hearts. recently, he was given full control of the card deck, and though he thinks the cheshire cat is playing with her attention, he continues to act as her soundboard for all her ideas and decisions.<p>

first, middle, and last names are open. you can use <b>monroe</b> as a last name or not; i don't have a particular preference if she took his name or not. his stance on london, wonderland, and the portals closing is up to you, though he outwardly supports his wife (even if privately, he doesn't always agree with her) in her political moves. 'ambipathic' is someone who falls in the middle of apathetic and empathetic (totally uncaring and overly caring), and is mostly related to everything BUT his relationship with jaq. history up until meeting her is also up to you.
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<div style="margin-left: 25px"><s><a href="http://chessboard.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=219">make your move</a> - fintan & bailey</s></div><span class="ttem12"><i><b>london museums</b> fintan strikes up a conversation after bailey nearly destroys an exhibit</i></span><p>
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<div style="margin-left: 25px"><a href="http://chessboard.b1.jcink.com/index.php?showtopic=274">made your misery my goal</a> - fintan & judas</div><span class="ttem12"><i><b>tulgey wood</b> fintan wakes judas up from a nap to hang out</i></span><p>
<div style="margin-left: 25px"><a href="http://chessboard.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=314">slide right in</a> - fintan & blake ©</div><span class="ttem12"><i><b>london schools</b> fintan makes first contact with blake everly</i></span><p>
<div style="margin-left: 25px"><s><a href="http://chessboard.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=311">it's different now</a> - fintan & shannon</s></div><span class="ttem12"><i><b>london park</b> fintan makes initial contact with shannon saunders</i></span><p>
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<div style="margin-left: 25px"><a href="http://chessboard.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=518">quest for cotton candy</a> - fintan & jack</div><span class="ttem12"><i><b>may day carnival</b> fintan finds jack for a quick check-in</i></span><p>
<div style="margin-left: 25px"><a href="http://chessboard.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=898">silly rabbit, tricks are for ...</a> - fintan & aubrey</div><span class="ttem12"><i><b>may day carnival</b> fintan ends up on the receiving end of one of aubrey's practical jokes</i></span><p>
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<div style="margin-left: 25px"><a href="http://chessboard.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=1227">welcome blake</a> - fintan & blake ©</div><span class="ttem12"><i><b>the rabbit hole</b> fintan kidnaps blake</i></span><p>
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Once upon a time, Fintan was at the top of Wonderland's social elite. Once charming, effusive, and relatively sane among the crowds of cheerful madness throughout the land, he's now known for his enigmatic quietness. Sure, he still participates in all of Wonderland's going-ons, and he's directly involved with political matters regarding the loss of magic and London travel. Wonderland no longer holds the, well, <i>wonder</i> it once had for him. One shouldn't be fooled into thinking that means London is better to Fintan. It's an escape, sure, but an extraordinarily taxing one. He loves the sounds and people; it's in London, in between bouts of exhaustion, that he's able to cultivate his mask of sanity, for the White Rabbit is no longer more stable than anyone else . . . not that anyone's currently aware of this.

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<span class="atem15"><u>Name:</u></span><br>Fintan Jasper Travers<p>
<span class="atem15"><u>Nickname(s):</u></span><br>Fin<p>
<span class="atem15"><u>Birthday:</u></span><br>11 January<p>
<span class="atem15"><u>Age:</u></span><br>37<p>
<span class="atem15"><u>Hometown:</u></span><br>Wonderland<p>
<span class="atem15"><u>Canon/Occupation:</u></span><br>White Rabbit<p>
<span class="atem15"><u>Membergroup:</u></span><br>Grey<p>
<span class="atem15"><u>Face Claim:</u></span><br>Benedict Cumberbatch<p>

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It’s a bleak winter’s morning, the trees cold and the wind pushing into his bones, asking for shivers and whistling disappointingly when he doesn't respond. The nicotine’s bite keeps him alert, the chill of the stone wall he leans against seeing through his black, wool coat. Few people are on the street and even less give him any passing looks. He flicks the ash off his cigarette.<p>

Across the street, church bells chime, giving way to the small gathering of people that trickle out. She’s in the thick of group, her dark hair pinned away from her face and black dress immaculately tucked under a pea coat. They’re still in London, technically, though they’re far enough out to almost be considered a suburb. For someone who didn’t want to travel far from Wonderland, it was certainly a smart move on her part, hiding out on the city’s edge.<p>

She sees him as the group parts way for the pallbearers. His chin rises in acknowledgment, laced with an edge of try me and see what happens. He watches her wait long enough to be respectful, listens to her carefully excuse herself, quietly promise to meet the rest at the cemetery. As she crosses the street, he finishes his cigarette and stubs it out with his shoe. For all the amusement he derives from dressing up for London, the formal look is his least favorite.<p>

<i>I can’t keep my promise anymore.<p>

No, it’s not that.<p>

I had every intention of forgetting your existence, but things have changed. The Queen is locked away, somewhere unknown, and her sister, Jacqueline, the Princess, has taken over.<p>

This was a while ago.<p>

It matters to you because she’s changing the game. The portals are being sealed off. The Looking Glass has been shut down and—<p>

Yes, you have to come back. I’m the only one allowed here.<p>

No, it’s Her Majesty’s decree. Do you think I’d fabricate a story to drag you back there? I’m aware of your disdain for Wonderland.<p>

This has nothing to do with our parents. I know what happened with them. I've moved on.<p>

You have no say in this, sister. You can either return today, quietly and without complaint, or you can stand trial in front of the Queen for high treason.<p>

She’s declared London fugitives to be traitors. To fraternize with London on a permanent basis is to publicly declare disloyalty to her and to Wonderland. It’s in the proclamation.<p>

So? What will it be, sister dearest?</i><p>

A dark, gleeful smile.

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<b>Fintan, stop. You're near pacing a hole in the floor.</b><p>

He stops for half a second to assess Alice. She's perched on the chair in front of her vanity, carefully placing her curls in a seemingly complicated pile atop her head. Purple and white pinstripe fans around her, a matching, small hat resting on the vanity's surface. It's early enough that the sun is still struggling to reach over the horizon and grasp the day; Fintan is sure the handful of candles lit by her bedside are for decoration.<p>

<i>I take it Cheshire is visiting today,</i> he says after careful consideration.<p>

<b>You both are lucky I'm on my own these days,</b> she says, giving him the answer he already knows. <b>Do you know how my parents would talk if they discovered strange men were visiting me at all hours of the day?</b><p>

He resumes pacing.<p>

<b>Caoilainn will be fine, Fintan.</b><p>

<i>It's only the second litter. And last time . . .</i> He trails off, the scent of a mistake hurriedly cleaned up overtaking his thoughts.<p>

<b>You'll be able to get home to her soon enough.</b><p>

He tries to nod, his shaking forcing him to pause again, fear quite literally wracking his body.<p>

<b>Here,</b> she says, finishing her hair and standing, gently pushing Fintan into her chair. <b>How long until she's safe?</b><p>

<i>Probably . . . probably . . .</i> He checks his pocketwatch, unable to concentrate on the swirl of colors and numbers. It takes him a moment to decipher out the calculation. <i>She would be alright I were to go back now.</i><p>

Alice smiles softly and clasps his hands tight. <b>If it's safe, then you should go. Your travel will give her a bit more time.</b><p>

He sighs, his breath harsh and forced out. His anxiety seems to leave his body and he takes a moment to slump in her chair, suddenly weary. <i>Yes, you're right.</i> Cautiously, he stands and presses a light kiss to her cheek. <i>Thank you, dear Alice, for tolerating me this early morning.</i><p>

She smiles, nose quirking like Caoilainn when Fintan admitted defeat to her on troubling matters. It makes him crack a smile. <b>I'll see you soon,</b> she says. There's a knowing smile on her face. There are usually several years on her end between his visits to London. The human city is still unsettling in some ways to him, faster and louder than Wonderland.<p>

He nods and takes leave, his head a bit lighter and his heart a little less worried.

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<i>Mother took tea with the Queen this afternoon.</i><p>

He looks up from the parchment in front of him. The air between them, dry and warm, has

thickened with tension. His brother looms in the doorway, annoyed with this news. Fintan can

feel the ghost impressions of wood pressing through cotton against skin. The sun is still high

enough in the sky that candles placed around the room remain unlit.<p>

<i>But I'm sure you're already aware of that.</i><p>

<i>I know. Mother never gets anything by us.</i><p>

He drops his head back down, feather quill gently grasped between thumb and forefinger as he

dips it in the inkwell again, tapping excess ink off before resuming his written thoughts. There's

something calming in the scratch of quill against parchment. His brother shifts, stands, moves in

closer to approach Fintan at his spotless desk, spotless as the rest of the room he's currently

working in.<p>

<i>No, I don't know what they discussed. All my source told me was she saw Mother and the

Queen met at the castle’s entrance and disappeared inside together.</i><p>

<i>There’s plenty to worry about, brother dearest. I'm sure you've noticed the Queen has been . . . wary, lately.</i><p>

<i>True.</i><p>

We <i>don't know what Mother's up to.</i><p>

<i>I doubt the Princess or the Duchess would know, but I can certainly reach out, see if they've heard anything. You're aware we don't necessarily</i> need<i> to know what their secret meetings are about.</i><p>

<i>Yes, I agree, it would be a risk, but there is also a risk in waiting. Better to move now.</i><p>

<i>The guillotine doesn't ask questions. She's happy for the blood soak, no matter who's neck it is.</i><p>

<i>No, I think it's best if you do this. I have my own exploration to attend to. There's . . . not long ago, something happened to my rabbit hole. I'm curious to see what's happened.</i><p>

An eyebrow raises. <i>I have much more to lose. Better if I'm not here at all. Besides, I'd like to see where my rabbit hole ends up. It's not Wonderland, that much I can gather.</i><p>

<i>Yes. In any event, curiosity killed the cat, not the rabbit, remember?</i><p>

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I a m s o s o r r y .<p>

The words ring in his ears.<p>

The scent of blood, too much blood fills his field of vision.<p>

W e t r i e d b u t -<p>

He shoves his way in.<p>

It's everything he feared.<p>

Everything Alice promised him just hours earlier wouldn't happen.<p>

F i n t a n.<p>

No.<p>

S h e ' s g o n e.<p>

<i>No.</i><p>

I ' m s o s o r-<p>

He tears out of the room.<p>

<i>No.</i><p>

Caoilainn was gone.<p>

And so was his light.<p>

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<div style="font-family: Parisienne;">Father,<p>

You probably don't know about me, but I've been told you may be open to meeting.<p>

I am your daughter. The only surviving one. My name is . . .
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