[ Anastasia wasn't fond of bells, that much was for certain, and she wanted to do a fair lot more than just grumble when she'd heard them ringing. Really, bells were only for such things as executions, and given that the only person allowed to order them was her they weren't very likely. Well, now they might be when she found whatever idiot that was that happened to ring them. But for now she sat up in a room that most certainly wasn't one that she'd ever slept in. After all, she was the Red Queen and her room and entire castle was suitably colored. This. All this white was entirely unacceptable.
As was the only choice of attire. Picking up the white toga with a distinct look of disdain upon her face, Ana tried to wave her hand across the fabric, making it something that was more suited for her both in style and color. Frowning deeply, she tried harder to change the fabric, and found that it didn't work. The toga stubbornly refused to turn red despite her throwing all of her might at it.]
You've got to be bloody kidding. [The words came in an angry but posh sounding british accent, and her eyes narrowed as she pulled it over her head. But pulling it over her head made her aware of the elaborate diamond and ruby collar that was wrapped around her neck. It was a necklace from home, but it certainly wasn't something that she would have ever managed to fall asleep in. No, this collar was far too heavy for that. Angrily, she pulled at it the entire time that Eros had been speaking, and when he was done, she just looked around with a mutter:]
How in the bloody hell did this happen?
NETWORK [Anastasia appears on the network with her hair still down and loose because she's discovered how ruddy hard it is to do her hair without the assistance of either Tweedles or magic. Really, the loss of her magic is far more important than the loss of her Tweedles because one can always find another servant, but finding magic is an entirely different story. Her bearing is still that of a queen, however, as she addresses the network, the haughty lift of her chin showing off that diamond and ruby collar of hers.]
So tell me, darlings. How does one go about getting something like their magic back here?
Anastasia/The Red Queen | Once Upon a Time: In Wonderland.
[ Anastasia wasn't fond of bells, that much was for certain, and she wanted to do a fair lot more than just grumble when she'd heard them ringing. Really, bells were only for such things as executions, and given that the only person allowed to order them was her they weren't very likely. Well, now they might be when she found whatever idiot that was that happened to ring them. But for now she sat up in a room that most certainly wasn't one that she'd ever slept in. After all, she was the Red Queen and her room and entire castle was suitably colored. This. All this white was entirely unacceptable.
As was the only choice of attire. Picking up the white toga with a distinct look of disdain upon her face, Ana tried to wave her hand across the fabric, making it something that was more suited for her both in style and color. Frowning deeply, she tried harder to change the fabric, and found that it didn't work. The toga stubbornly refused to turn red despite her throwing all of her might at it.]
You've got to be bloody kidding. [The words came in an angry but posh sounding british accent, and her eyes narrowed as she pulled it over her head. But pulling it over her head made her aware of the elaborate diamond and ruby collar that was wrapped around her neck. It was a necklace from home, but it certainly wasn't something that she would have ever managed to fall asleep in. No, this collar was far too heavy for that. Angrily, she pulled at it the entire time that Eros had been speaking, and when he was done, she just looked around with a mutter:]
How in the bloody hell did this happen?
NETWORK
[Anastasia appears on the network with her hair still down and loose because she's discovered how ruddy hard it is to do her hair without the assistance of either Tweedles or magic. Really, the loss of her magic is far more important than the loss of her Tweedles because one can always find another servant, but finding magic is an entirely different story. Her bearing is still that of a queen, however, as she addresses the network, the haughty lift of her chin showing off that diamond and ruby collar of hers.]
So tell me, darlings. How does one go about getting something like their magic back here?