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 Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 3:45 pm
Alice landed with a soft bump on a patch of grass and looked around in confusion. Standing and brushing off her skirt, she stared around a bit to take it all in. She was in a nice sunny pasture. With fear she suddenly remembered the looking glass and whirled around, expecting it to be behind her.
It wasn’t.
Turning back around, she drew a deep breath and tried to to calm herself. It wasn’t all that bad, after all. She had landed in a nice, peaceful pasture where grandfather clocks were grazing the grass contendedly.
Wait a minute...
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 3:48 pm
This is a roleplay based on The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum, its accompanying books in its series, and Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Alice Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carrol.
There is also reference to Wicked by Gregory Maguire.
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 3:49 pm
Rules:
1.) All guild and Gaia rules apply.
2.) You may have a maximum of two main characters and three suggested characters.
3.) No auto-hits, god-moding, or may-sues.
4.) Post sensibly.
5.) PM me with the character(s) you wish to be. Then I will send you the skeleton for you to fill out.
6.) Rules are subject to change.
7.) I reserve the right to have one shape-shifting character, which will keep its form until the scenario regarding that one form has been resolved. Then, it shall not be used for at least five days (of active posting). I reserve the right to use this character at random. This may include either an unused suggested character or a change in scenery.
8.) When it comes to characters: you are allowed to keep the characters 100% accurate to the books, and you are allowed to be creative. Just make sure that your characters resemble their literature counterparts. For example, if you don't want Humpty Dumpty to actually be an egg, he's allowed to be a bald man. And the White Knight could wear armor, or not. Alice could be a ninja in disguise - you get the idea. Be similar.
9.) Regarding pictures (because I think people are getting confused): if you can, go ahead and use imgleft or imgright for your posting. I'm using URL for Shakir and Daren because Shakir's picture doesn't have the right URL and Daren's is obnoxiously big. But all my Shapeshifter characters will be imgright or imgleft.
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 3:57 pm
Characters:
Main:
Alice (looking for: home)
Humpty Dumpty (brains)
White Knight (courage)
White Rabbit (heart)
Red Witch
Emerald Wizard
Suggested:
Toto
Glinda the Good
The witch of the north
Elphaba
Quadlings
Chistery and the Flying Monkeys (collective character)
Hammer Heads
Fighting Trees
Emerald city citizens (collective character)
Poppies (collective character)
Cyclone
Walrus
Carpenter
Mad Hatter
March Hare
Kalidahs (those bears with tiger heads from Wizard of Oz) (collective character)
Winkies (collective character)
Munchkins (collective character)
Dainty China country (collective character)
Lion
Unicorn
Queen of the Field Mice (go ahead, give her a name!)and her field mice (collective character)
Caterpillar
The Duchess (and, if you wish, her cook and baby pig.)
The Cheshire Cat
Father William
Bill
Dodo, his friends the birds, and Mouse (collective character)
Gnat
The flowers (especially Tiger-lily, rose, violet, and daisies) (collective character)
Dinah
Tweedledee and Tweedledum
Caterpillar
Pigeon
Fawn
Doormouse
Elsie, Lacie, and Tillie
The deck of cards (especially Five, Two, and Seven)
Mock Turtle
Gryphon
The chess men (including the White king, Red king, and Lily the pawn)
Jabberwocky
Toves
Borogoves
Jubjub bird
Bandesnatch
mome raths
The train passengers
Looking-glass insects
Crow
Sheep, the storekeeper
Fish-head messenger
Toad
Haigha
Hatta
Princess Ozma (the reall ruler of Oz, who is a fairy)
Princess Langwidere (the woman with thirty heads, which she keeps in a cabinet unless she's wearing one)
Shaggy Man
Professor H.M. Wogglebug, T.E. (principal of the College of Art and Athletic Perfecion)
Queen Ann
Billina (a talking hen)
Patchwork Girl - Miss Scraps Patches
Jo Files (keeper of the book-tree orchard)
Hungry Tiger
Frogman
Tip (I believe he's a servant of the scarecrow, after he becomes ruler of the Emerald City. Seeing as we don't have a scarecrow, he can be whatever you want.)
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaCap'n Bill
The Utensils of Utensil Town (ruled by King Kleaver)
Polly (lives on the rainbow)
Pink kitten
Betsy
Johnny Dooit
Hank the Mule
Woozy
Sawhorse
Uncle Henry, Aunt Em
Yip
Woot
Blinkie
Bees, Crows, and Wolves (owned by the Witch of Hearts - in this case)
The Fuddles of Fuddlecumjig (ruled by the Lord High Chigglewitz)
Kangaroo
Larry
Gillikins
Trot
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 3:59 pm
CLAIMED CHARACTERSYou know me, I'm: Alice
You may recognize me from: Alice in Wonderland and Alice Through the Looking Glass. I do have similar goals of Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz, and I bear resemblance to Alice from Pandora Hearts.
My role was to: In Oz, find my way home. In Wonderland, find the garden. In Looking Glass, become a queen.
In this roleplay I am: Just trying to find my way out of this crazy place. I’d rather sit under a tree with a nice book and blanket back at home. But if the Red Witch really wants to mess with me, then I guess I wouldn’t mind taking her out of power, if that’s possible for a simple girl like me.
Before I fell through the Looking Glass: I was the daughter of a sheep farmer. We lived on a quaint little farm, with a few pear trees. I liked to pick the pears and keep the sheep company out in the fields. It was the least I could do for all the warm sweaters we got from them. I liked my life. I didn’t wish for anything more vibrant or exciting. But Karma must have really hated me, because I was thrown through this giant mirror looking thing and I feel right on a pile of grass in some other world. Note to self, don’t follow rabbits through mirrors. Anyways… Yeah, I don’t quite like this place. Sounds too much like a freaky world from the occasional books my dad buys me.
Now: Well obviously I’m stuck in this Oz place (guess it’s better than Wonderland, huh?) Anyone out there willing to team up with a defenseless little girl and get her to the Emerald Wizard without getting harmed by the Red Witch? Anyone? (didn’t think so)
My abilities, if you can call them that, are: Well I don’t really have… abilities per say. But I’ve got attitude and ignorance which gets me into and out of a lot of bad situations.
I don't like: The Red Witch. I mean… she’s trying to kill me! Of course I wouldn’t like her. But I’m not that fond of the dark, or at least a moonless night. Especially when in the woods. All the sounds get to me.
The person behind all I do: ZalticaMy name is: The White Rabbit
You may recognize me from: Alice in Wonderland
My role was to: Summon those who committed crimes to the Queen of Heart's Court.
In this roleplay I am: I'm asking the Emerald Wizard: for a heart, so that I may know what it is like to love.
Before I met Alice: I was part of the most powerful court in all of Oz, trusted by royalty and the Emerald Wizard himself.
Now: I'm forced to work with The Red Witch of Hearts, because she promised to give me a heart. She wants me to spy on Alice and to bring the Silver Slippers to her. If I succeed, she'll give me what she promised.
My abilities, if you can call them that, are: Control over Time
I don't like: Hound Dogs!! *shudders* Poor Mother and Father!!!
The person behind all I do: spirit_witch134 My name is: DarenYou may recognize me from: Alice Through the Looking Glass My role was to: as the White Knight, accompany Alice on part of her journey, telling her about bravery and falling off my horse. In this roleplay I am: a disgraced knight of the Emerald Wizard's army. Before I met Alice: I was like most young knights: a dreamer, talking big talk about the knightly things I was going to do when I got my chance. My chance came and went... I don't like to talk about it... maybe when we're not such strangers. Anyway, I deserted the army. Now: I'm just trying to be useful, and possibly to redeem myself. That's why I'm with Alice, now. To find some courage, and to earn it along the way. I'm asking the Emerald Wizard for courage. My abilities, if you can call them that, are: the fighting skills all knights are trained to do, but a lot of good those do when you're a coward. I don't like: corrupt, pessimistic, or lazy people, and ESPECIALLY not maidens in distress. The person behind all I do: Jenivere-the-bard I go by the identification: H. Dante
You may recognize me from: Alice Through the Looking Glass
My role was to: explain poetry and complicated words for Alice. I was quite the scholar.
In this roleplay I am: A confident and mildly cocky occasional jerk who happens to prove valid points with none too little words. After a while everyone seems disappointing in their brains and I become bored by them.
Before I became acquainted with Alice: My early childhood was one of a couple rough patches to phrase it lightly. A bunch of boys continuously picked on me because I was smarter than them and because of my first name, which I now only use the first initial of. Several years later into adolescence, they attacked me and did a pretty good number on me before I got a hold of a knife by pulling it using the metal and killed them all. I still use the same knife. I lie whenever anyone asks me about my past. I usually lie about my name, but sometimes I use the real thing because it's so unlikely. It keeps people guessing.
Quite a while later, I’ve been traveling around and am not satisfied with the people I’ve met. They all have straw for brains it seems. I think it’s amazing they can walk at all. I chartered a boat with the least incompetent captain and crew several weeks ago and have been searching for people who could solve my riddles. I test people with riddles to see if they have any brains about them.
I have yet to meet anyone who can solve some of my riddles or make sense of my peculiar madness. What a shame too. I now have become untrusting of most people, apprehensive because common sense seems to elude them. Rely only on what you know and treat everyone else as if they were drunk or out to get you killed. I'm searching for more brains because I want to be able to understand people and their stupidity better.
Now: Well I still have not met her yet, have I!
My talents are: Confusing people, photographic memory and control over metal.
I don't like: Stupid people. They ruin everything and reproduce like bunnies.
The person behind all I do: Rogue Phoenix FireMy name is: The Red Witch of Hearts
You may recognize me from: The Wizard of Oz
My role was to: To capture Dorothy and steal her silver shoes and to chop off the heads of people who piss me off!
In this roleplay I am: The Cursed Summoner who can control peoples hearts
Before I met Alice: I had control over most of the land, and everone feared me! Every now and again I would call upon The Madd Hatter to make me a new poison to use on my helpless victims. No one can escape my sight in the lands that I rule, those who defy me I turn into disgustingly ugly toads for all eternity!!!
Now:Since that wreched girl's arrival, my kingdom has fallen apart!!! Now I will stop at nothing to destroy her and put my kingdom back together, even if that means I have to burn down towns and cities to find her!!!!
The powers I have:Summoning the most powerful creatures the land of Oz has ever seen, control over the element of Fire, and control over living hearts to make them do what I want.
I don't like:Spiders!!! I hate those disgusting and hairy little things!!!!
The person behind all I do: spirit_witch134My name is: Shakir
You may recognize me from: Alice Through the Looking Glass
My role was to: fight the unicorn. "The lion and the unicorn battled for the crown. / The lion beat the unicorn all about the town. / Some gave them white bread, some gave them brown, / and some gave them plum cake and drummed them out of town."
In this roleplay I am: a mercenary.
Before I met Alice: I was hired by some minor king to get the crown back from his nephew, whose banner was a pathetic picture of a unicorn I might add.
Now: Hearing about Alice's plight between going back home and being hunted by the Red Witch, I decided to skip town and hang out with her for a while. The unicorn can keep his crown, for all I care.
My abilities, if you can call them that, are: superb fighting skills, especially with my dagger and paws.
I don't like: riddles.
The person behind all I do: Jenivere-the-bardMy name is: Madd Hatter, but call me Angie.
You may recognize me from: Alice in Wonderland
My role was to: Run the tea party and talk in incomprehensible riddles
In this roleplay I am: Traveling Alchemist
Before I met Alice: I traveled around Oz, not doing anything particularly special, The Red Witch keeping an eye on me always. Occasionally, the Red Witch would have me create a new poison or weapon for her. Yuck.
Now: With Alice's Arrival to Oz, everything is in uproar. The Red Witch dropped everything to get her, leaving me to vanish from her eyes. I plan to track her down and offer my assistance. But I can't hang around; I'm a wanted woman.
My abilities, if you can call them that, are: I will shoot you if i must. But i can also slip poison into your drink or food. On occasion I have driven people slightly crazy with riddles.
I don't like: people trying to fight me with my own riddles. Or cats. I hate cats.
The person behind all I do: Blood_Thorn07My name is: Toto You may recognize me from: The Wonderful Wizard of Oz! <3 My role was to: be Dorothy's best friend and protect her like a loyal dog. In this roleplay I am: Toto!! Before I met Alice: I had just arrived home from Emerald City. Right after that, I met this very bright neon yellow arrow that wouldnt leave me alone, so I followed it! Apparantly, it knew Alice, so it took me to meet her. Now: I know that the arrow was a chameleon, so we are best friends, and we follow Alice around like her shadow or something. My abilities, if you can call them that, are: Ok, dont tell anybody, but I can fly! yea! The only person that knew about my "ability" was Dorothy, who sadly, I haven't heard from in a long time. I don't like: mean people!! The person behind all I do: ii_Wishful_Manna My name is: Olly
You may recognize me from: Alice in Wonderland
My role was to: smile, ask questions, talk to Alice, and disappear
In this roleplay I am: mischiveous and love to tease. playfully, and can be annoying.
Before I met Alice: i was a complete jerk, and didnt like anybody. I wanted to make people suffer.
Now: Im not as mean, but i still dont trust easy. You have to work for my trust.
My abilities, if you can call them that, are: disappearing or teleporting. working on my telekinesis!
I don't like: when peeople try to get me to calm down. i need to be who i am to stay sane. you dont like me, oh well.
The person behind all I do: x_CH3MIC4LZ_x
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2010 4:36 pm
The Shapeshifter
Unclaimed Suggested CharactersThese characters will be subject to the shapeshifting character. If someone decides to adopt these characters, even if they've already been used, PM Jenivere-the-bard.
[[You can change the profile once you've adopted them, but if they've already been used by the shapeshifter, make sure you keep enough things the same so the roleplay still makes sense.]](Profiles will be posted as I use them.) I am: Cyclone
I come from: The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
My role was to: take Dorothy and Toto to Oz in their house.
Now I am: a weapon of the witch's, a brainless creature whose only desire is to crush who she tells me to.
Before Alice: I was a weapon of the witch's, a brainless creature whose only desire is to crush who she tells me to.
Now: I am a weapon of the witch's, a brainless creature whose only desire is to crush who she tells me to.
I can: destroy things. (I hope you're catching the brainless part here.) I don't like: having nothing to do or destroy.
We are: the train passengers
We come from: Alice Through the Looking Glass
Our role was to: be in the train Alice was taking to the third square.
Now we are: in the train to the Chessboard.
A basic idea: we are a collective character, representing those who ride the train from parts of Oz to the Chessboard for various reasons.
We don't like: it when the train has to jump over a river. (Would you?)
We are: the munchkins. Nice to meet you!
We come from: The Wizard of Oz
Our role was to: be happy short people that Dorothy saved from the (other) Witch!
Now we are: happy people (we don't have to be short) that exist in individual little kingdoms (even though we're ruled by a good witch, so the kings have no power) and live happy lives (despite the feuding powerless kings).
A basic idea: we're normal people and love tourists. Have you seen the stand to your right yet? It's got this lovely...
We don't like: mean people.
We are: the Quadlings.
We come from: The Wizard of Oz
Our role was to: be ruled by the witch of the South, Glinda. The military mostly consisted of women and we were fairly happy and peaceful.
Now we are: almost exactly the same with one difference: we don't like to be messed with.
A basic idea: we are perfectly normal, unlike those freakish munchkins.
We don't like: being threatened.
I am: Sheep
I come from: Alice Through the Looking Glass
My role was to: knit with an impossible number of needles and transport Alice randomly from my little shop to a river and back. While in my store she hunted for something to buy and eat, then she suddenly found herself in a little rowboat rowing for me, then after a while she was back in my shop trying to buy an egg that turned into Humpty Dumpty and his wall.
Now I am: the owner of Falling, and a devious person indeed.
A basic idea: My shop's main customers are rabbits, so I decorate it to look like their home, the Rabbit Hole. However, I have one or two surprises.
I don't like: people escaping my clutches - uh, leaving the store without buying something.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 2:18 pm
A Map of the Wonderful World of Oz
Okay, so it isn't a map. But here's a description:
In the very west, there's the Winkie country, where the Red Witch of Hearts holds sway.
The rest of the land is mostly ruled by the Emerald Wizard.
In the south, his friend Glinda resides over Dainty China Town, the forest of Fighting Trees, the Quadlings, and the hill of Hammer Heads.
To the north, the good witch (Glinda's sister) resides over the munchkins, who have many minor kings and queens that think they rule the land. (This is where the Unicorn, called so because of his banner, resides.)
To the east, are terrible forests filled with things such as Kalidahs.
And in the center, where the Emerald City is stationed, there are the Gardens, the Fields, and the plains. It's all flat land, basically.
Scattered about the entire land of Oz are strange little sights such as the Lake of Tears, the Nameless Forest, the village of animals, and the Turning Forest.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 9:24 am
Nursery Rhymes You Should Be Aware OfMany of the characters of "Wonderland" and "Looking Glass" are based on Nursery Rhymes Alice would have known. Here are some from Alice in Wonderland:The Mouse's tale (why he hates dogs and cats): Fury said to a mouse,
That he met in the house,
'Let us both go to law: I will prosecute you. -
Come, I'll take no denial:
We must have the trial;
For really this morning I've nothing to do.'
Said the mouse to the cur,
'Such a trial, dear sir,
With no jury or judge, would be wasting our breath.'
'I'll be judge, I'll be jury,'
said the cunning old Fury:
'I'll try the whole cause, and condemn you to death.'
(An explanation: here, the mouse ended, because Alice wasn't listening.) How doth the little busy bee, as recited by Alice How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!
How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in,
With gently smiling jaws! You are old, Father William as recited by Alice You are old, Father William," the young man said,
"And you hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head -
Do you think, at your age, it is right?"
"In my youth," Father William replied to his son,
"I feared it might injure the brain;
But now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again."
"You are old," said the youth, "as I mentioned before,
And have grown most uncommonly fat;
Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door -
Pray, what is the reason of that?"
"In my youth," said the sage, as he shook his grey locks,
"I kept all my limbs very supple
By the use of this ointment - one shilling the box -
Allow me to sell you a couple?"
"You are old," said the youth, "and your jaws are too weak
For anything tougher than suet.
Yet you finished the goose with the bones and the beak -
Pray, how did you manage to do it?"
"In my youth," said his father, "I took to the law,
And argued each case with my wife;
And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw
Has lasted the rest of my life."
"You are old," said the youth, "one would hardly suppose
That your eye was as steady as ever;
Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose -
What made you so awfully clever?"
"I have answered three questions, and that is enough,"
Said his father. "Don't give yourself airs!
Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
Be off, or I'll kick you down-stairs!" A lullaby sung to the baby pig by the Duchess Speak roughly to your little boy,
And beat him when he sneezes:
He only does it to annoy,
Because he knows it teases."
"Wow! wow! wow!"
"I speak severely to my boy,
I beat him when he sneezes;
For he can thoroughly enjoy
The pepper when he pleases!"
"Wow! wow! wow!" A song sung by the March Hare, Hatter, and Doormouse Twinkle, twinkle, little bat!
How I wonder what you're at!
Up above the world you fly
Like a tea-tray in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle-
(An explanation: here the Hatter was interrupted by the sleeping Doormouse muttering "twinkle twinkle twinkle twinkle..."...) The Lobster-Quadrille, a dance sung by the Mock Turtle "Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail,
"There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my tail.
See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!
They are waiting on the shingle - will you come and join the dance?
Will you, wo'n't you, will you, wo'n't you, wo'n't you join the dance?
Will you, wo'n't you, will you, wo'n't you, wo'n't you join the dance?
"You can really have no notion how delightful it will be
When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!"
But the snail replied "Too far, too far!", and gave a look askance -
Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance.
"What matters it how far we go?" his scaly friend replied.
"There is another shore, you know, upon the other side.
The further off from England the nearer is to France -
Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.
Will you, wo'n't you, will you, wo'n't you, will you join the dance?
Will you, wo'n't you, will you, wo'n't you, wo'n't you join the dance?"'Tis the voice of the sluggard as recited by Alice 'Tis the voice of the Lobster: I heard him declare
'You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my hair.'
As a duck with its eyelids, so he with his nose
Trims his belt and his buttons, and turns out his toes.
When the sands are all dry, he is gay as a lark,
And will talk in contemptuous tones of the Shark:
But, when the tide rises and sharks are around,
His voice has a timid and tremulous sound. I passed by his garden as recited by Alice I passed by his garden, and marked, with one eye,
How the Owl and the Panther were sharing a pie:
The Panther took pie-crust, and gravy, and meat,
While the Owl had the dish as its share of the treat.
When the pie was all finished, the Owl,, as a boon,
Was kindly permitted to pocket the spoon:
While the Panther received knife and fork with a growl,
and concluded the banquet by -
(And explanation: here the Mock Turtle interrupted Alice. I can only assume that what she meant to say was "eating the Owl".) Turtle Soup, a song sung by the Mock Turtle Beautiful Soup, so rich and green,
Waiting in a hot tureen!
Who for such dainties would not stoop?
Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!
Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!
Beau - ootiful Soo - oop!
Beau - ootiful Soo - oop!
Soo - oop of the e - e- evening,
Beautiful, beautiful Soup!
Beautiful Soup! Who cares for fish,
Game, or any other dish?
Who would not give all else for two
pennyworth only of beautiful Soup?
Pennyworth only of beautiful Soup?
Beau - ootiful Soo - oop!
Beau - ootiful Soo - oop!
Soo - oop of the e - e- evening,
Beautiful, beauti - FUL SOUP! The Queen of Hearts, which was recited by the White Rabbit The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts,
All on a summer day:
The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts
And took them quite away! A poem read by the White Rabbit at the Knave of Hearts' trial: They told me you had been to her,
And mentioned me to him...
She gave me a good character,
But said I could not swim.
He sent them word I had not gone
(We know it to be true):
If she should push the matter on,
What would become of you?
I gave her one, they gave him two,
You gave us three or more;
They all returned from him to you,
Though they were mine before.
If I or she should chance to be
Involved in this affair,
He trusts to you to set them free,
Exactly as we were.
My notion was that you had been
(Before she had this fit)
An obstacle that came between
Him, and ourselves, and it.
Don't let him know she liked them best,
For this must ever be
A secret, kept from all the rest,
Between yourself and me." And from Alice Through the Looking-Glass:The poem Alice read in a Looking-glass book: JABBERWOCKY.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought -
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumping back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Calooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe. The nursery rhyme of Tweedledee and Tweedledum Tweedledum and Tweedledee
Agreed to have a battle;
For Tweedledum said Tweedledee
Had spoiled his nice new rattle.
Just then flew down a monstrous crow,
As black as a tar-barrel;
Which frightened both the heros so,
They quite forgot their quarrel. Humpty Dumpty, the nursery rhyme Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall:
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the King's horses and all the King's men
Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty in his place again.
(An explanation: I know the last line is different. Alice herself said, "That last line is much too long for the poetry." Also, in the story, Humpty didn't actually fall off the wall. Not while Alice was there with him, anyway.) Humpty Dumpty's poem (written entirely for Alice's amusement) In winter, when the fields are white, I sing this song for your delight.
In spring, when the woods are getting green,
I'll try and tell you what I mean:
In summer, when the days are long,
Perhaps you'll understand the song:
In autumn, when the leaves are brown,
Take pen and ink, and write it down.
I sent a message to the fish:
I told them 'This is what I wish.'
The little fishes of the sea,
They sent an answer back to me.
The little fishes' answer was
'We cannot do it, Sir, because -'
I sent to them again to say
'It will be better to obey.'
The fishes answered, with a grin,
'Why, what a temper you are in!'
I told them once, I told them twice:
They would not listen to advice.
I took a kettle large and new,
Fit for the dead I had to do.
My heart went hop, my heart went thump:
I filled the kettle at the pump.
Then some one came to me and said
'The little fishes are in bed.'
I said to him, I said it plain,
'Then you must wake them up again.'
I said it very loud and clear:
I went and shouted in his ear.
But he was very stiff and proud:
He said 'You needn't shout so loud!'
And he was very proud and stiff:
He said 'I'd go and wake them, if -'
I took a corkscrew from the shelf:
I went to wake them up myself.
And when I found the door was locked,
I pulled and pushed and kicked and knocked.
And when I found the door was shut,
I tried to turn the handle, but - The Lion and the Unicorn, the nursery song The Lion and the Unicorn were fighting for the crown:
The Lion beat the Unicorn all round the town.
Some gave them white bread, some gave them brown:
Some gave them plum-cake and drummed them out of town.Haddocks' Eyes, also known as The Aged Aged Man or Ways and Means and A-sitting On A Gate, sung by the White Knight I'll tell thee everything I can:
There's little to relate.
I saw an aged aged man,
A-sitting on a gate.
'Who are you, aged man?' I said,
'And how is it you live?'
And his answered trickled through my head,
Like water through a sieve.
He said 'I look for butterflies
That sleep among the wheat:
I make them into mutton-pies,
And sell them in the street.
I sell them unto men,' he said,
'Who sail on stormy seas;
And that's the way I get my bread -
A trifle, if you please.'
But I was thinking of a plan
To dye one's whiskers green,
And always use so large a fan
That they could not be seen.
So having no reply to give
To what the old man said,
I cried, 'Come, tell me how you live!'
And thumped him on the head.
He accents mild took up the tail:
He said 'I go my ways,
And when I find a mountain-rill,
I set it in a blaze;
And thence they make a stuff they call
Rowland's Macassar-Oil -
Yet twopence-halfpenny is all
They give me for this toil.'
But I was thinking of a way
To feed oneself on batter,
And so go on from day to day
Getting a little fatter.
I shook him well from side to side,
Until his face was blue:
'Come, tell me how you live,' I cried,
'And what it is you do!'
He said 'I hunt for haddock's eyes
Among the heather bright,
And work them into waistcoat-buttons
In the silent night.
And these I do not sell for gold
Or coin of silvery shine,
But for a copper halfpenny,
And that will purchase nine.
'I sometimes dig for buttered rolls,
Or set limed twigs for crabs:
I sometimes search the grassy knolls
For wheels of Hansom-cabs.
And that's the way' (he gave a wink)
'By which I get my wealth -
And very gladly I will drink
Your Honour's noble health.'
I heard him then, for I had just
Completed my design
To keep the Menai bridge from rust
By boiling it in wine.
I thanked him much for telling me
The way he got his wealth,
But cheifly for his wish that he
Might drink my noble health.
And now, if e'er by chance I put
My fingers into glue,
Or madly squeeze a right-hand foot
Into a left-hand shoe,
Or if I drop upon my toe
A very heavy weight,
I weep for it reminds me so
Of that old man I used to know -
Whose look was mild, whose speech was slow,
Whose hair was whiter than the snow,
Whose face was very like a crow,
With eyes, like cinders, all aglow,
Who seemed distracted with his woe,
Who rocked his body to and fro,
And muttered mumblingly and low,
As if his mouth were full of dough,
Who snorted like a buffalo -
That summer evening long ago,
A-sitting on a gate. The Red Queen's lullaby to the White Queen: Hush-a-by lady, in Alice's lap!
Till the feast's ready, we've time for a nap.
When the feast's over, we'll go to the ball -
Red Queen, and White Queen, and Alice, and all! The invitation to the tea party To the Looking-Glass world it was Alice that said
'I've a sceptre in hand I've a crown on my head.
Let the Looking-Glass creatures, whatever they be
Come and dine with the Red Queen, the White Queen, and me!'
Then fill up the glasses as quick as you can,
And sprinkle the table with buttons and bran:
Put cats in the coffee, and mice in the tea -
And welcome Queen Alice with thirty-times-three!
'O Looking-Glass creatures,' quoth Alice, 'draw near!
'Tis an honor to see me, a favor to hear:
'Tis a privilege high to have dinner and tea
Along with the Red Queen, the White Queen, and me!'
Then fill up the glasses with treacle and ink,
Or anything else that is pleasant to drink:
Mix sand with the cider, and wool with the wine -
And welcome Queen Alice with ninety-times-nine! The White Queen's lovely riddle 'First, the fish must be caught.'
That is easy: a baby, I think, could have caught it.
'Next, the fish must be bought.'
That is easy: a penny, I think, would have bought it.
'Now cook me the fish!'
That is easy, and will not take more than a minute.
'Let it lie in a dish!'
That is easy, because it already is in it.
'Bring it here! Let me sup!'
It is easy to set such a dish on the table.
'Take the dish-cover up!'
Ah, that is so hard that I fear I'm unable!
For it holds it like glue -
Holds the lid to the dish, while it lies in the middle:
Which is easiest to do,
Un-dish-cover the fish, or dishcover the riddle? Other poems by Lewis Carroll:Prefatory Poem ("prologue" to Alice's Adventures in Wonderland) All in the golden afternoon
Full of leisurely we glide;
For both our oars, with little skill,
By little arms are plied,
While little hands make vain pretence
OUr wanderings to guide.
Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour,
Beneath such dreamy weather,
To beg a tale of breath too weak
TO stir the tiniest feather!
Yet what can one poor voice avail
Against three tongues together?
Imperious Prima flashes forth
Her edict 'to begin it'"
In gentler tones Secunda hopes
'There will be nonsense in it!'
While Tertia interrupts the tale
Not more than once a minute.
Anon, to sudden silence won,
In fancy they pursue
The dream-child moving through a land
Of wonders wild and new,
In friendly chat with bird or beast -
And half believe it true.
And ever, as the story drained
The wells of fancy dry,
And faintly strove that weary one
To put the subject by,
'The rest next time -' 'It is next time!'
The happy voices cry.
Thus grew the tale of Wonderland:
Thus slowly, one by one,
Its quaint events were hammered out -
And now the tale is done,
And home we steer, a merry crew,
Beneath the setting sun.
Alice! A childish story take,
And, with a gentle hand,
Lay it where Childhood's dreams are twined
In Memory's mystic band,
Like pilgrim's wither'd wreath of flowers
Pluck'd in a far-off land. A poem (not sure if it has a name) A boat, beneath a sunny sky
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July -
Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear -
Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die:
Autumn frosts have slain July.
Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.
Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near
In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream -
Lingering in the golden gleam -
Life, what is it but a dream?
EDITOR'S NOTE: The initial letters of thie poem when read downward give the full name of the original Alice - ALICE PLEASANCE LIDDELLCristmas, 1867 CHRISTMAS-GREETINGS
[From a Fairy To a Child]
Lady dear, if Fairies may
For a moment lay aside
Cunning tricks and elfish play,
'Tis at happy Christmas-tide.
We have heard the children say -
Gentle children, whom we love -
Long ago, on Christmas Day,
Came a message from above.
Still, as Christmas-tide coems around,
They remember it again -
Echo still the joyful sound
"Peace on earth, good-will to men!"
Yet the hearts must childlike be
Where such heavenly guests abide;
Unto children, in their glee,
All the year is Christmas-tide!
Thus, forgetting tricks and play
For a moment, Lady dear,
We would wish you, if we may,
Merry Christmas, glad New Year! The Laws of OzPlease keep in mind that these laws are, for the sake of the story, often broken. I'm just telling you that these are the laws according to the books. 1.) Behave yourself.
2.) No one in Oz has the right to destroy any living creature, however evil they may be, or hurt them to make them unhappy.
3.) It's against the law to pick a six-leaved clover.
4.) No persons in the Land of Oz are permitted to work magic except Glinda the Good and the little Wizard who lives with Ozma in the Emerald City.
5.) The penalty for chopping leaves fromt eh royal palm-tree is to be killed seven times and afterward imprisoned for life.
6.) Laws were never meant to be understood and it is foolish to make the attempt.
Regarding Fairies:
7.) The powers of fairies are granted to them to bring comfort and happiness to all who appeal them.
8.) Fairies cannot be made invisible against their will.
9.) Magic must meet magic in order to conquer it.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 11:48 am
Don't Forget!
The announcements1.) Alice is, apparently, supposed to do something momentous with the silver shoes that makes the Red Witch of Hearts see her as a threat to her authority. So, Alice? Do something big and dangerous, okay? 2.) The traveling friends can't meet the Wizard until Humpty Dumpty's joined them.3.) Might I suggest watching my playlist, Muppet show Alice in Wonderland? Might give you some ideas. It's right here.4.) Posting began February 3, 2012. Mark your calendars! A moment in history! When all humanity bonded together and yadda yadda yadda.
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 4:56 pm
Crash!
With speed no human - or other creature, for that matter - could match, Shakir parried his opponent's blow, whipped his legs out from underneath him, and sent the heavily-armored nuisance into the nearest fruit stand. He gave the man a final tap under the chin, not killing him but giving him some well-deserved rest. Say, a couple of hours napping in the land of darkness.
All in the day of a mercenary.
Shakir's tail swished menacingly as he faced a group of three. He bared his small fangs and tossed his dagger from paw to paw. "Only three of you?" he growled tauntingly. His voice, oddly enough, sounded hardly feline at all. Human women fairly swooned at the sound. Human men usually only heard it if they were about to get a naptap. "Come on, let's see what you're made of."
They charged, the stupid things. And they collided, of course. Three men in armor shouldn't try to turn themselves into junk piles, it just doesn't make sense, but they seem to do it all the time. Shakir took advantage of their confusion to knock each man soundly on the head. Leaving some dented helms on the heads of soundly sleeping men, Shakir was about to turn on another opponent when a horn was sounded.
Sighing, he straightened from his fighting crouch and walked back to town square, where the Unicorn was waiting for him. Again.
See, here's the deal. Shakir's a mercenary, currently hired by a king who lost his crown to his nephew and wanted it back. The nephew - who was known as Unicorn, because of his chosen ensign - wasn't about to let go of the crown for all the plum-cake in the world.
Shakir gave a short bow of respect to the Unicorn, who sat in a chair next to the village fountain. "You called?"
"Do you still wish to fight?" the Unicorn asked. "Here, have a repast." He gestured to some brown bread at his side.
"I'd rather not, sir."
"Some white bread, then?"
"Sir, bread's kind of hard for a lion to eat."
The Unicorn looked surprised, then resumed his attitude of being the host. "All right. Plum cake?"
"Suits me."
As the two men - er, the man and the werelion - at their slices, the Unicorn laid down his terms once more. "Simply tell my uncle I'll have no more of this. The crown is no longer his, and he has no rights to it."
"I'll spread the message."
Shakir was getting seriously tired of this.
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 12:46 pm
 I may be madd, but I'm not crazy...
And it was done. Angie's latest creation for the Red Queen's arsenal was finally complete. After laboring for months in this dark, muggy room, she's finally created her key out. The most lethal thing she's ever made, a bullet that injects a lethal amount of poison into the victim's bloodstream. It turns a simple grazing into a kill shot. Angie couldn't help but be sad at this invention.
Now the Red Queen could Kill whoever she chose. For years, Angie has been tampering with her own designs to make them less effective in the queen's hands. But she couldn't mess up with this... As it stood, the options were "A working weapon" or "Off With Her Head."
Angie happened to like her head. It went well with the rest of her body. And she was born with it. Besides, If she lost her head, she'd never find it again. She walked over to her idea desk and hit the red button that she was told not to hit unless she had a reason. And her reason was none other than to keep her head. You can't do much without it anyway.
"What do you want, Madame?" The serviceman said over the intercom, his voice sending shivers up her spine as always.
"I'd like a meeting with the queen. Her newest weapon is ready for a live demonstration" That was always the worst part... To calm herself as she finished up the first batch, she sang herself the song her mother used to sing at night while they looked up at the stars.
"Twinkle, twinkle, little bat,
How I wonder what you're at
Up above the world so high
Like a tea tray in the sky..."
Oh, wont you have some tea with me?
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 1:44 pm
[[Thanks for posting, Blood_Thorn! I like it!]] Somewhere in the forests of the Chessboard - a territory deep in the plains - a small wooden hut was ramshakingly built. The owner was a young man, perhaps in his early thirties at most. The door of the hut opened at dawn, revealing a clean and shaven, yawning man. He stretched, rubbed his eyes, and faced the dawn with a grimace. Daren turned back inside and ate a small breakfast - cheese and bread again. Some considered cheese a luxury, but here in the Chessboard it could get pretty tiresome. Then, with a sigh of resignation, he splashed water on his face, grabbed an ax, and turned to head outside. Something next to the door caught his attention. It was a suit of armor. Few people could own such a thing of beauty. Its breastplate impenetrable, its gauntlets flexible but defensive... even the green diamond on the breastplate and the painted emerald leaves that marked it as a suit from the Emerald Army looked impressive. Most importantly, its head was decked with the engraving of a rearing horse. It was a sign of status, one many lads dreamed of. Daren looked away sadly and left the hut with heavy steps. Taking his ax, he began to chop at a sickly tree. There was firewood to chop if there was money to be earned and tomorrow's meal to buy.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 4:23 pm
[[Hey, rogue? You do know that everyone else in this roleplay is in Oz, right?]] Shakir stared in bemusement at his liege. "You cannot be serious."
The old ex-king glared down at him from his rickety wooden chair, which he used as a throne until he 'got his back'. "I am more serious than a Mock Turtle, young man. Continue the assault."
'Madness!' Shakir thought. 'Absolute madness.' To the king he said, "Your nephew does have rights to the throne, sire. Yours have been seized from you."
"Injustice!" the ex-king roared, slamming his fist down on the arm of his chair. The arm promptly snapped off. "Insubordination!" he continued. "Who is paying you to do what?"
"I only advise you," Shakir said with a straight face, "to move on, and make something of yourself. If you keep paying mercenaries to fight a war you can't win, you'll have nothing to pay anyone with soon."
'Gog, how do I get out of this madness?'
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 4:29 pm
Daren swore loudly as he nursed his finger. Cutting wood was definitely out of the question - he was no woodsman and had no intentions of becoming one. Ignoring the tree he had failed to cut down, the young man walked back to his hut, took a drink of water from his rain barrel, and decided there was only one thing to do to calm his nerves. He went to the back of his little hut, sitting in a chair with his back to the suit of armor. On shelves that Daren had bought - wizardry forbid that he have the skill to build them himself - were bits and pieces of trinkets and knickknacks. He gazed for a minute at the shelf, then grabbed fistfuls of items seemingly at random and threw them onto a little table. Daren was an inventor. The beehive mousetrap, for example. Hair-color dies that could be manipulated. A primitive form of air-conditioning, much less expensive than the kind the Wizard used. Ways to filter out the excess fat in food by various household items. When Daren went to the neighboring Chessboard village looking for food, he often volunteered to cart choice bits of their garbage with him. He carted the wires and metal pieces back to his hut, and tinkered whenever he got stressed. It was a lonely life for a lonely man.
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