[Anastasia always had a weakness for masquerade. A masquerade could be the prelude to true love, as viewed from a child's mind. A true fairy tale ending. The young girl arrived to acquire a black and white gothic Victorian dress, with a frilled head brim that has a wedding veil draped behind her, and a mourning veil shrouding her face. Her half mask was basic, black in base with little white stars lining the edges.
Now with her properly dressed for the occasion, she sets out to find true love. ...but she never came looking for it before, so why was she so tempted to look now? To look for a prince charming that she knows doesn't exist?
Perhaps she'll find something more substantial instead...]
Let them eat cake [The little mourning bride can be found by the snacks. Many delightful treats to be sampled. Chocolate strawberries, candied apples, anything that is sweet and fruity. She was at a point where she was collecting and hoarding all her favourites to where she even snacks the next hand that reaches for one of her snacks.]
Hail to the Queen [What good is coming to such a place if she didn't win some adorable stuffed animals?
Correction. Why win them herself when she can make a plebian do it for her? She approached the nearest person playing a game.]
"You there. I require your services. Win me the biggest stuffed animal there."
[She's usually more polite than this.]
Torrential Reign [When she caught wind of a house of mirrors, she had this strong desire to visit and check herself out. A gorgeous aristocratic girl needs to constantly tend to her appearance and keep herself perfect.
However, when she arrived, she was quite disappointed. These mirrors don't show her at her best. In fact, she looks very different in this mirror. Anastasia's reflection looks more grown-up. She tried moving around, and her adult reflection followed. Upon closer inspection, her reflection looked very pleased. She watches as her reflection takes a seat upon a glorious throne as images of world leaders bend a knee and pledge their allegiance to the one true Queen.
Behind her black veil, Anastasia smiles vainly, with only a noble giggle to sound off on her delight.]
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Now with her properly dressed for the occasion, she sets out to find true love. ...but she never came looking for it before, so why was she so tempted to look now? To look for a prince charming that she knows doesn't exist?
Perhaps she'll find something more substantial instead...]
Let them eat cake
[The little mourning bride can be found by the snacks. Many delightful treats to be sampled. Chocolate strawberries, candied apples, anything that is sweet and fruity. She was at a point where she was collecting and hoarding all her favourites to where she even snacks the next hand that reaches for one of her snacks.]
Hail to the Queen
[What good is coming to such a place if she didn't win some adorable stuffed animals?
Correction. Why win them herself when she can make a plebian do it for her? She approached the nearest person playing a game.]
"You there. I require your services. Win me the biggest stuffed animal there."
[She's usually more polite than this.]
Torrential Reign
[When she caught wind of a house of mirrors, she had this strong desire to visit and check herself out. A gorgeous aristocratic girl needs to constantly tend to her appearance and keep herself perfect.
However, when she arrived, she was quite disappointed. These mirrors don't show her at her best. In fact, she looks very different in this mirror. Anastasia's reflection looks more grown-up. She tried moving around, and her adult reflection followed. Upon closer inspection, her reflection looked very pleased. She watches as her reflection takes a seat upon a glorious throne as images of world leaders bend a knee and pledge their allegiance to the one true Queen.
Behind her black veil, Anastasia smiles vainly, with only a noble giggle to sound off on her delight.]