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[disheartening]

Tranquility.

[ The greeting comes from a woman who is longing about in a chair, all heels, business wear and red lips. She looks calm or at least, calm enough given the situation. There is a smile on her lips, as if this amuses her on a certain level.

But if her smile is silk her eyes are steel. ]

Quite a predicament, this is. My arrival seemed to be in tune with the message from our -

[ a faux! pensive pause ]

-- Graceful companion.

I will not ask of how one leaves or why are we here, as I have no intention to waste your time or my own. I will make one inquiry.

[ her voice turns strict, as if she is used to be making inquiries. ]

I am in search of a child. His name is Henry Mills, he is ten years old. If there is such a passenger aboard this ship, I would have him sent to me, I am his mother.

[ a pause; and then, another. ]

I would also ask of the portal through which we came here. I know all gain consciousness in what you call the couches. I mean to ask if we have knowledge of the portal through which we are transferred into the couches.

[ another smile, almost pleasant this time. ]

Much obliged.

[ and that would be all; there is a very limited amount of time in which Regina Mills can pretend to be nice. ]

Comments

[disheartening]

Has the prisoners appointed them guardians, at the very least? Someone to mind where they're going?

[jilt]

I believe the children more or less find their own protectors, after a fashion. Some of them appear to be quite capable.

[disheartening]

Capable in what?

[ a raised eyebrow. ]

What is it that we are expected to be doing here? Certainly not idle chatter, I assume.

[jilt]

In surviving, I'd say.

Oh, idle chatter until something goes terribly wrong and we all have to run for our lives.

[disheartening]

Something created by someone aboard the ship itself?

[jilt]

That's how the theory goes. Something that was here before the rest of us is doing it. And judging the level of intelligence between our average passenger, I'm inclined to agree with it.

[disheartening]

The Red Cheshire Cat, I assume? The one who smiles.

[jilt]

What an eloquent name for it. The rest of those aboard keep calling it Smiley, which leaves something to be desired.

[disheartening]

Smiley sounds almost innocent, I find. The Cheshire Cat - well.

[ a grin. ]

There was always something ominous about Wonderland, I have found.

[jilt]

A more elegant sort of ominous, I'd say. Less crude than Smiley.

[disheartening]

A pity the Cheshire Cat would not give us their name. As I've gathered, we know next to nothing on who they are.

[jilt]

A fondness for anonymity. I suppose I can't really fault him now, can I?

[disheartening]

I suppose not. It does give them a position of power in this Wonderland.

[jilt]

And what more could one want, hm?

[disheartening]

In Wonderland?

[ a smirk, small and secretive. ]

To be the Queen of Hearts. Red Cheshire, all the roads are her own, as you may know.

[ and she knows to fear her as one would their own mother. ]

[jilt]

Power then. I surely can understand such a desire.

[disheartening]

Show me a man or woman who do not and I will call them a liar.

[ everyone wants power. Some are honest about her as her dear friend Gold; Others, like Snow, coat it in pretty words and pretty smiles but it is as it is at the end of the day. ]