[Have a view of a slightly frustrated Sirius Black, New Moore. He is unaffected by the event, but already fantastical enough to kind of fit the setting well enough anyway. And he has an announcement to make.]

A couple of things, since there seems to be widespread misinformation concerning my person.

For one, I'm a wizard, not a witch.

I do not have a gingerbread house. That seems awfully impractical, anyway.

I do not want, need or have any step-children. Or biological children, for that matter.

I also do not live anywhere called Oz and Oz isn't my name, either.

I have never cursed anyone to sleep for some ridiculously long and weirdly specific amount of time.

That said: Yes, I might be the fairest in all the land.

Also, I might not be an evil queen, but if people keep insisting on trying to eat my store and ask me to curse them so they can get true love's kiss, I might become a very irritable wizard, which is much the same.

uh so I guess the island is doing it's crazy thing, but this is kinda a lot.



everybody else sees this dragon right?

Because apparently this is Lydia? I think? It reacts when I say her name and it's not trying to hurt me, but it won't let me leave. Also it's not like she hasn't been a dragon before..

I think she's stuck in here. Like guarding the junk here. I don't know, can somebody come help, because I'm stuck here too? I guess it wants company.

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[Today, Alisha's appearing a lot more... old fashioned, for lack of a better word. Her hair is significantly longer, her body clothed in fabric that could be considered a tad more indecent than her usual outfits, despite more skin being covered.

Though, nothing more should be expected of a barmaid, yes? After all, her role has her believing that she is one. Her role also has imprinted upon her mind that her birth came about after the King of England had a roll in the hay with a Caribbean-immigrant prostitute. The bastard child grew into an exotic sort of beauty, one that often turned heads and tempted men into sin; in short, as she grew older, her reputation grew in popularity, positive among the menfolk, sometimes negative among the womenfolk.

Burdened with jealousy over the illegitimate "princess" and the preference for that poor barmaid over the feminine ruler of the land, the Queen sought out a means of revenge. She came into agreement with a witch, who cursed the young lass with a power that would turn her seductive nature against her.

What became of the King and Queen after the deal was struck, Alisha doesn't know.

Regardless of this new, fantastical past that now defines her, there is the issue of the quiet chaos going around New Moore.]

I've received word that my fellow tenant has turned into a dragon.

...Anyone else fancy a drink?

[Fantasy or not, it's still too early for this bullshit.]

( The screen flicks on to show a swirl of blue light hovering near the lens. It drifts back and forth, as if searching, before it finally settles in the center. )

Ser Kate! Ser Kate!

( At the center of this ball of light is a sprite. He is so small, and the light surrounding him so bright, that he can barely be seen. )

Anon, Ser Kate! I beseech thee, hide not!

( He waits, wondering if his voice is big enough to even be heard. )

Ser Kate!!

[Well here's a face that hasn't been seen in person in many an age. Everyone knows that the forest is the realm of a great and powerful queen, but who knew that she looked so young? Still, young as she may be, she's beautiful. Far more beautiful than any human could possibly be. Her clothes are almost as lovely, designed in such a way that they don't seem to have any seams and react to her motions in ways that simply don't seem possible. She's seated in a throne-like chair of perfect proportions on a dais, and music and laughter swirls about the camera. Still, when she speaks her voice seems to carry through the heavenly sounds with no effort.]

I understand that there are those whose quests carry them to my forests. It is the Spring Equinox in my realm, and in spirit of that celebration, I open our gates for all who hold to our laws of hospitality.

[She spreads her arms and smiles in what, on any other person as childlike as she, should seem a ridiculous gesture of welcome, but on her becomes uplifting and magnanimous.]

Welcome, then, children of men, to the forests of the Dannan. Cut no live wood and kill no living creature, and follow the rules of my house, and we will be as friends for the length of the festival.

[The video on on a piece of paper, specifically: a wanted poster. It has a crude drawing of a man on it, exclaiming WANTED: the CAPTURE or DEATH of CLINTON BARTON better known as HAWK OF THE WOOD for THIEVERY and TREASON. REWARD: [some obscene amount of money and or candy].

Off screen, a man chuckles, and suddenly an arrow is shot through the parchment, dead center. A few moments later, the parchment is pulled from the tree , crumpled up, the arrow removed just moments later. The camera is jostled, and then turned onto Clint.]

Borrowing to feed those who have nothing is treason now? Such bold words from such a young queen. Should I had known that I was worth this much I would have turned myself in to receive such a reward!

Know this, should those without continue to starve, those who have will continue to be borrowed from. This includes the wonderful gold coins that were just borrowed from the Queen's treasury.

[He makes a sweeping bow.] Your donation is much appreciated, Your Majesty.

[The feed ends, and should someone want to try and stop/help/say hello, he'll be found near the edge of the forest!]