...Is this working? So weird. [Cissie's muttering mostly to herself as she plays with the settings and gets the video function going. She gives the camera an awkward smile-and-wave, brushing her blonde hair back out of her face as she begins talking.]
Uh, hi. I guess this is one of those traditional 'I'm-new-to-Wonderland-please-tell-me-what-the-heck-I've-gotten-myself-into' introductions. I mean, from what I've seen. Not that I've been snooping. Well, I mean, I did some reading. You can't blame a girl, right? I mean, I kind of wish I had actually read Alice in Wonderland or Through the Looking Glass at some point, instead of just watching the Disney movie, but come on. Wasn't he on drugs when he wrote those books anyway? ...Or was that Peter Pan?
[She looks thoughtful for a moment, then shakes her head, smiling ruefully.] Sorry. Let me try that again. Hi, Wonderland. My name is Cissie. I am not thrilled to be here, and I'd like to know whatever you can tell me about this place.
[Have a sunny smile, Wonderland. She is not nearly as happy as she looks, but she's going for friendly-and-harmless. She retired, damn it. This kind of crap isn't supposed to keep happening to her.]
[Action | The Ballroom]
[Cissie may have retired from the masked teenage vigilante life, but some things are just plain common sense, like exploring the mysterious mansion you've found yourself suddenly whisked to through time and space and dimensions. It just makes sense to take the lay of the land and figure out what she's dealing with.
But when she finds the ballroom, she can't help but just stop in her tracks and look up and stare. She feels like the just walked into a scene out of Beauty and the Beast. She loses track of time, standing there in the middle of the giant room, trying to wrap her mind around the ways this room defies the laws of reality.
Somehow this one room makes the whole 'you've been kidnapped to Wonderland' idea feel more real than most everything else she's seen or heard since arriving.]
Cissie King-Jones | DC pre-reboot
...Is this working? So weird. [Cissie's muttering mostly to herself as she plays with the settings and gets the video function going. She gives the camera an awkward smile-and-wave, brushing her blonde hair back out of her face as she begins talking.]
Uh, hi. I guess this is one of those traditional 'I'm-new-to-Wonderland-please-tell-me-what-the-heck-I've-gotten-myself-into' introductions. I mean, from what I've seen. Not that I've been snooping. Well, I mean, I did some reading. You can't blame a girl, right? I mean, I kind of wish I had actually read Alice in Wonderland or Through the Looking Glass at some point, instead of just watching the Disney movie, but come on. Wasn't he on drugs when he wrote those books anyway? ...Or was that Peter Pan?
[She looks thoughtful for a moment, then shakes her head, smiling ruefully.] Sorry. Let me try that again. Hi, Wonderland. My name is Cissie. I am not thrilled to be here, and I'd like to know whatever you can tell me about this place.
[Have a sunny smile, Wonderland. She is not nearly as happy as she looks, but she's going for friendly-and-harmless. She retired, damn it. This kind of crap isn't supposed to keep happening to her.]
[Action | The Ballroom]
[Cissie may have retired from the masked teenage vigilante life, but some things are just plain common sense, like exploring the mysterious mansion you've found yourself suddenly whisked to through time and space and dimensions. It just makes sense to take the lay of the land and figure out what she's dealing with.
But when she finds the ballroom, she can't help but just stop in her tracks and look up and stare. She feels like the just walked into a scene out of Beauty and the Beast. She loses track of time, standing there in the middle of the giant room, trying to wrap her mind around the ways this room defies the laws of reality.
Somehow this one room makes the whole 'you've been kidnapped to Wonderland' idea feel more real than most everything else she's seen or heard since arriving.]