Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27319156-20151018170016/@comment-27235572-20151019205015

Quinn looked down, immediately shocked by the outfit change. This wasn't a fictional story, for Pete's Sake! What kind of person got their kicks out of describing absurdly vibrant clothing transformations?

Quinn examined herself, regardless of how vain it might have seen. To her relief, it was actually quite pretty by her definition of the word. Her typical brown and white ensemble had morphed into a rippling dark blue dress with a sash that looked remarkably like rope cinched around her waist. At the hem, little silver knives were crossed over and over again, embroidered with such detail that it felt like Quinn could just pull them off and twirl them around.

Speaking of weapons... Quinn patted down the dress, feeling more relaxed by the sensation of hidden pockets underneath her fingertips. She reached up a sleeve tentatively, calmed by the feel of cold steel against the appendage. She decided that she and the rest of the group were safe for the time-

"You damn caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat.....!" At the sound of Calli's voice, Quinn's head jerked up with alarm, eyes wide as she witnessed her plummet from the sky. While she meant to rush to her girlfriend's side to see if she was ok, a girl's comment held her back.

"Q-Queen? But, if w-we are in Wonderland, d-didn't Lewis Carroll create W-Wonderland? And, b-besides, doesn't the Q-Queen of Hearts have a-a more valid claim t-to the throne? I-I'm not sure as t-to the status of the W-White and Red Queen, but I-I'm pretty sure t-that at least o-one, two or maybe a-all three rule here."

After this little spiel, Quinn hurried over to Calli at last, like she had originally intended.