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Accidental voice

*various murmers and yawns are heard, the typical noises of someone waking up. While stretching an elbow pressed the voice transmitter button but she doesn't notice the blackberry*

Mmmmmm, Joan why didn't you wake me earlier? *silence for a moment* Joan I'm talking to you, aren't you listening *another pause then a huff is heard and then in a sharper tone* Joan, are you ever there? You'd better not be slacking about already you lazy thing.

*the sound of bed curtains being opened and someone stepping onto the floor can be heard* Where are you Joan, this is hardly proper for one of the Queens ladies to be slacking off. Lady Rochford's going to be very displeased *another pause, and then the voice sounds confused*

Where is everyone? *the sound of walking about the room, and the sounds of someone searching are heard, interspersed with the opening and closing of doors as she moves about her rooms* Joan....Mary......Jane......Elizabeth.................Lady Rochford? Where are all of you? I order you to come her right this minute. I'm your Queen, you'd best do as I say!

His Majesty is going to be very upset when he realizes you've left his wife all alone with no one to attend to her. I've not heard the tower is very comfortable, so I suggest you all quit whatever game this is and come out right now.

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[Oh yes, he's heard that ruckus. But he knows what Queen Victoria sounds like and this isn't her. He's already been thinking back, quite far now, to place the names she's been tossing out. Certainly Great Britain. Certainly not any time recently. But she is the Queen of England.

What an odd sense of narrative the mistress of this house has.]

Your Highness. Please forgive the interruption, and the seemingly impossible way I am communicating with you. But it is my duty to inform you that you are no longer within palace walls.

*a startled noise, and a sound as though someone's hit something* Owwww my foot, stupid bed.

Of course I am you, what are you talking about? There's no way anyone just took the Queen of England out of her bed in the middle of the night! Not with the King right there next to me and guards outside our doors!

*starting to sound a little panicked* Where are you, I looked all around here and I didn't find anyone! I demand you come out and show yourself this instant!

[Okay, so her panic is a little amusing. But he keeps any trace of humour out of his voice.]

I'm afraid it's a bit more complicated than that, your Highness.

[Henry, did she say? There were several of those, although Eight may have been the most infamous, if he recalls. Of course, the man only had six wives. And perhaps that isn't even the right Henry. Best not to make a guess at her name.]

I cannot show myself because I am not actually in the room with you. If you look around, there should be a small device nearby. That is how I am able to speak with you presently.

*sounding both annoyed and still a little freaked* More complicated how, what's going on here! Where have all my ladies and my servants gone? You haven't done something to Henry have you?

*she didn't before just now, but we'll pretend she has. She's still sounding quite panicked*

What do you mean you're not in the room? If this is some sort of witchcraft I want no part in it. I like my head on my shoulders.

[Witchcraft? Ah, weak human magic always gives them such a fright. Best to go with that.]

Unfortunately, yes. I'm unsure of the true extent of our captors' powers, but they were able to abduct a number of us from our own homes through magical means. They have given us small boxes with which to communicate to each other, and they seek to use us for their own entertainment.

This is must be quite difficult for your Majesty to hear, but there are a number of us here, finding solidarity in each other to ease the burden. I myself am a butler and have taken over the running of the household, and recently my maid has joined me. We will do our best to serve you.

[He figured it was worth it to mention Meirin, although "her best" is not quite as impressive as Sebastian's.]

*panicked sounding noises and lots of pacing can be heard, and possibly a few things being thrown about*

Withcraft, you mean I've been taken here by some kind of evil witches? I'm the Queen of England, I'm not to be used for anyone's entertainment but the King's! Ohhh they are all going to burn for this, you mark my words. Every last one of them!

*goes quiet for a bit but then sounds intrigued* What small box, I don't see anything unusual in here. Are you sure you aren't hiding somewhere, I can hear you fine.

Of course it's difficult, I want to go home! *the next part said in an entirely accepting manor, she's used to hearing that sort of thing* Where are you then, I want to see you. Come to my rooms at once.

I believe so, yes. The one in charge calls herself the Author. There is another, known only as the Third Person. And one of them has seemed to enchant a rabbit so that it can speak and communicate their wishes to us.

Perhaps it is lying on a piece of furniture? I cannot see much from my vantage point, but if you were to find it, we would be able to see each other.

[Sebastian heaves a sigh at that last command. It's been awhile since he heard a proper order, and it's one he can't easily carry out.]

Unfortunately, your Highness, these witches have seen fit to bind me to some of the other guests for the duration of the week. I cannot move about as freely as I wish, or I would already be at your side.

Goodness, they are dreadfully powerful witches then, aren't they *sounds worried* People aren't going to think I was involved in this will they, with witchcraft? I don't want to die, I don't! I've been a good wife to his majesty and I don't want to end up like my cousin did! *goes immediately silent, almost as if she's surprised she's said so*

*some searching noises are head, it sounds like she's looking for it* What does it look like? I can't believe I'm looking for my own things, this is ridiculous. I'd better not be suspected of anything for using this thing.

Bind you to others? *sounds surprised* That's awful, how on Earth did they do that.

I'm afraid so. [He does sound rather grave about the Author's power, and it's true enough. End up like her cousin? That might be just enough information to clinch it for him. She does sound awfully insecure about her role as queen. His guess is Kathryn Howard; she was cousin to Anne Boleyn and both lost their heads during Henry VIII's tumultuous reign. How wonderfully ironic. Not that he would ever dare address her by name.] No, I'm certain everyone will understand you were merely a victim of circumstance along with the rest of us.

It is a small box, rectangular and black. There are letters of the alphabet on it, and a window, through which you should be able to see me. Please keep in mind that I am not actually inside.

With chains, your Majesty. Fortunately, it has been merely an inconvenience, rather than anything painful.

Edited 2010-06-12 15:32 (UTC)