one - "unfortunately, it's not the weirdest thing she's seen"
[ Have you ever been told more than once in the same week that you need to take a vacation? Have you ever brushed it aside with the ease of someone who hears it a little too regularly to take it seriously, and then woken up flat on your back in the middle of a coliseum?
If you have, you might be Snow White. Not the storybook princess, mind, or... not exactly. The woman who blinks into consciousness, dressed professionally, is the Snow White of Fabletown, of a vaguely-suspicious town in New York. When she finds herself not at all at her desk, the first thing that occurs is that she must have fallen asleep. ... Though, of course, she isn't waking up in any apartment she knows, so for a wild few seconds of panic as she regains full consciousness, she wonders if it's at all possible that she'd sleepwalked outside to the front bench. But... again, no, this place is completely unfamiliar. It's such a shock that she bolts upward into a sitting position, wide, blue eyes scanning the area around her. ]
Where...? [ For someone who knows everything about her city that she can know, it's unsettling and disorienting to be in a place so foreign. In another striking panic, she worries she's been kidnapped (cliche though it is), but there don't seem to be any restraints and no signs of captors. In fact, the coliseum isn't sealed at all, but is open for her to just walk out when she regains her bearings. Which she does fairly quickly, knowing that to stay put might mean danger.
Naturally, danger has already found her. The Fabletown resident stops short, halfway between her waking point and the exit, freezing where she stands. Off to one side is what she can only think to describe as a blob, oozing and gelatinous, and Snow peers suspiciously at it, slowly drawing away out of caution.
Good thing, too. The blob, apparently alive, or somehow otherwise in motion, seems to lunge toward her at a startlingly high speed. Snow gasps sharply, heart pounding, and heads as quickly as she can for the exit with the monster at her heels.
Another bright and happy morning in the life of Snow White. ]
three - "carnations as white as snow, carnations as red as blood"
[ The flowers are a nice touch, she thinks, despite herself, and hums out a little laugh as she looks through them. There are several carnations of varying colors on her person and she wonders vaguely if their combined meanings are meant to imply anything. Not that she really knows what each signifies, being... a little bit less than a romantic. No, the woman often described as icy and frigid has no special love for... that kind of thing, but she can appreciate a gift. ]
Do you know where they came from? [ Snow questions lightly of another resident nearby. They, too, seem to have been given a handful of the flowers, and she assumes that most, if not all, of the others have been here for longer than she has and have had a longer time to get answers. ] Or, do things just appear like that regularly?
[ It wouldn't be so bad if they were only carnations, but she can guess without much of a stretch of the imagination that what this place and its gods want to give them is unpleasant much more often than it is kind. ]
snow white ❄ the wolf among us
[ Have you ever been told more than once in the same week that you need to take a vacation? Have you ever brushed it aside with the ease of someone who hears it a little too regularly to take it seriously, and then woken up flat on your back in the middle of a coliseum?
If you have, you might be Snow White. Not the storybook princess, mind, or... not exactly. The woman who blinks into consciousness, dressed professionally, is the Snow White of Fabletown, of a vaguely-suspicious town in New York. When she finds herself not at all at her desk, the first thing that occurs is that she must have fallen asleep. ... Though, of course, she isn't waking up in any apartment she knows, so for a wild few seconds of panic as she regains full consciousness, she wonders if it's at all possible that she'd sleepwalked outside to the front bench. But... again, no, this place is completely unfamiliar. It's such a shock that she bolts upward into a sitting position, wide, blue eyes scanning the area around her. ]
Where...? [ For someone who knows everything about her city that she can know, it's unsettling and disorienting to be in a place so foreign. In another striking panic, she worries she's been kidnapped (cliche though it is), but there don't seem to be any restraints and no signs of captors. In fact, the coliseum isn't sealed at all, but is open for her to just walk out when she regains her bearings. Which she does fairly quickly, knowing that to stay put might mean danger.
Naturally, danger has already found her. The Fabletown resident stops short, halfway between her waking point and the exit, freezing where she stands. Off to one side is what she can only think to describe as a blob, oozing and gelatinous, and Snow peers suspiciously at it, slowly drawing away out of caution.
Good thing, too. The blob, apparently alive, or somehow otherwise in motion, seems to lunge toward her at a startlingly high speed. Snow gasps sharply, heart pounding, and heads as quickly as she can for the exit with the monster at her heels.
Another bright and happy morning in the life of Snow White. ]
three - "carnations as white as snow, carnations as red as blood"
[ The flowers are a nice touch, she thinks, despite herself, and hums out a little laugh as she looks through them. There are several carnations of varying colors on her person and she wonders vaguely if their combined meanings are meant to imply anything. Not that she really knows what each signifies, being... a little bit less than a romantic. No, the woman often described as icy and frigid has no special love for... that kind of thing, but she can appreciate a gift. ]
Do you know where they came from? [ Snow questions lightly of another resident nearby. They, too, seem to have been given a handful of the flowers, and she assumes that most, if not all, of the others have been here for longer than she has and have had a longer time to get answers. ] Or, do things just appear like that regularly?
[ It wouldn't be so bad if they were only carnations, but she can guess without much of a stretch of the imagination that what this place and its gods want to give them is unpleasant much more often than it is kind. ]