http://primrosella.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] primrosella.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] tampered2009-06-09 09:42 pm

Log: Ongoing

When; Tuesday, June 9th, late at night
Rating; Probably no higher than PG? This is a fairy tale, after all.
Characters; Princess Rue ([livejournal.com profile] princess_crow), Prince Fakir ([livejournal.com profile] sword_and_quill), Princess Ahiru ([livejournal.com profile] quackingly), Puppetmaster Prince Cain ([livejournal.com profile] misterblackbird), and Princess Rosella ([livejournal.com profile] primrosella) for now; possibly others later?
Summary; A wicked prince casts an enchantment on a few lovely princesses, compelling them to come and dance with him and his compatriots every night. Many, many shoes are worn to pieces in the process.
Log;

Every night, the girls were locked into their bedrooms, and every night a guard stood sentry outside the door. But every morning, their dancing shoes were found to be worn full of holes; one might have thought that the princesses had danced all night in them. When they were questioned, they claimed that they knew nothing, and understood nothing, about it. No one could explain this strange occurrence for, notwithstanding the greatest watchfulness, not the least noise had ever been heard in the chambers of the princesses, after they had retired to rest.

The magic took hold late that night, after all the other trials and tribulations of the day were past and the girls were tucked safely away in their beds--a strange, insistent sort of tugging that made it impossible to sleep through and impossible to resist. It flickered through their dreams in flashes of color and snippets of song; Get up, it urged. Come, now, and dance the night away.

Powerless to resist, the enchanted princesses heeded the call; one by one, they rose from their beds and dressed themselves for a magnificent ball. They donned their loveliest dresses and their finest dancing shoes, and bedecked themselves in sparkling jewels and flowing ribbons.

Hurry along, whispered the magic. We're waiting.

And when they were finally ready, they followed the call--down, down, through the secret passages beneath their beds, down the underground tunnels to the usual meeting place. Each tunnel ended in an iron door with a strong bolt, and when each princess opened her door, she found herself in an enchanted bower, where the leaves of the trees were in silver, and sparkled in the moonlight.

One by one, they made their way to the underground forest of silver trees, and when they had all arrived, they greeted each other and readied themselves to proceed.

The princes were waiting, after all.


[OOC: Twelve Dancing Princesses is go! The girls are starting en route to the boats where the princes are waiting, so maybe one thread for the girls to start with, and then break off into individual threads once they run into their princes? Backdating will also probably be a necessity. And awaaaaaaay we go!]

[identity profile] quackingly.livejournal.com 2009-06-10 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
Princess Ahiru wandered out of the tunnel, pulling a silk shawl around her shoulders as she wandered down a path she'd walked unknowingly night after night. Her feet were sore from nights of dancing, but her spirits were high as she walked into the forest. After all, who could feel sad when they were about to dance with such a handsome prince?

Of course, if Ahiru knew for certain during the day where she was going after she went to bed at night, her reaction would have been much less favorable. But for now she allowed the magic to do with her as it pleased.

[identity profile] princess-crow.livejournal.com 2009-06-10 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
“Be quiet,” a voice ushered from behind. “Someone will hear,” it huffed in a low voice. Pulling down the shawl that hooded her face, Rue joined the trio in the road. Her eyes wandered to the silver fruit, first in startling wander, until a familiar forced feeling settled inside her.

Beneath the cloak, she was wearing a white gown embellished with gold, it shimmered if wasn’t for the dark fabric concealing it. On her feet, instead of heels, she had ballet slippers, tiptoed shoes. Rue opened her mouth, to say something of the lake, to feel apprehension and go back, but she couldn’t resist. My Prince… her heart ached with a never forgotten longing. He wouldn’t be here, would he?

Her lips tightened, looking displeased. “They are late.”

[identity profile] quackingly.livejournal.com 2009-06-10 12:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Ahiru spread her golden-colored skirts and gave a deep--if awkward--curtsy to both of her fellow princesses as they arrived. When Rue spoke, she clasped her hands in front of her, glancing over to the entrances to their tunnel. "Not too late yet. We should wait for them, shouldn't we?"

was away all day /sob

[identity profile] princess-crow.livejournal.com 2009-06-10 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
True Princes would come for us, to escort us,” Rue replied huffing, her eyes eagerly observed the garden in search of any silhouette that may be hidden behind the trees. “Carry us bridal style so our shoes wouldn’t be ruined until the dance.”

Maybe this wasn’t a good idea, but her curiosity and the spell was stronger than her common sense. “There is nothing to lose, if they wouldn’t dance with us, we can dance alone.” That thought made her heart ache, but kept her resolve firm outwardly.

[identity profile] quackingly.livejournal.com 2009-06-11 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't know if I could dance without my prince..." Ahiru said with a wistful sigh, nervously fidgeting. In the back of her mind she knew Prince Fakir didn't feel the same way for her, but his charming smile and the way he held her as they danced..."I want to dance with him more than anything in the world. I don't care if I ruin my shoes."

[identity profile] princess-crow.livejournal.com 2009-06-11 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
"I suppose," Rue reluctantly agreed, picking up her skirt layers to follow Rosella on the path. She wanted to dance, but at the same time, she didn't want to walk on the dirty ground with her slippers any longer. Hmpf. They were made for ballrooms and stage. "Would they be waiting for us?"

[identity profile] quackingly.livejournal.com 2009-06-11 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
"I hope so..." Ahiru followed along behind them, running a few steps behind before leaping into a twirl. When she landed on the ground, she nearly tripped over her feet, and had to spread out her arms like wings to keep herself balanced. "It'd be very ungentlemanly of them to not wait!"

[identity profile] princess-crow.livejournal.com 2009-06-12 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Ahiru!" Rue hissed under her breath, stifling her laughter. "You are going to make us found out!" By whom? She didn't know, but she had to say it. "They are princes, they could have sent knights to watch over their princess in this dark path."

[identity profile] quackingly.livejournal.com 2009-06-12 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
The word "knight" sent butterflies fluttering through Ahiru's stomach, although she couldn't figure out why. She had to stifle a giggle of her own as she came up to Rue's side, picking up her skirt to keep it from being trod on by her sore, clumsy feet. "That would've been nice..."

[identity profile] princess-crow.livejournal.com 2009-06-12 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Rue felt nothing specially exciting about knights. She didn't know how other Princesses would prefer a knight in shining armor over a Prince Charming. Rue kept her skirts raised, the light fabric would be ruined with the mud, and pace steady next to Ahiru's. "Suggestion? Hmpf. If they can't think this themselves, maybe they are not true Princes."

[identity profile] quackingly.livejournal.com 2009-06-12 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Ahiru pouted. "Fakir is a true prince."

[identity profile] princess-crow.livejournal.com 2009-06-13 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
Rue didn't express her opinion about Fakir whom she saw not just as a poor knight, but an useless knight, hardly Prince material. "We are not being followed," she says, keeping her attention in the whistling wind, the sounds footsteps could be made with less lighter shoes. "I would have noticed."