Alice in Dreamland

The Hatter turned and smiled at her. "Well, you've certainly changed since we last met. I'd say it was for the worse, but given how topsy-turvy our world is, it is most definitely for the better." He glanced at his watch. "Now, what are we to do? We're running out of time, you know."

 

Alice smiled a bit, nodding up at him and looking around once more at all of the faces around her. She took a step onto the edge of the fountain and crossed her arms, lowering her chin to stare down at the ground as she thought.

"Well, I do imagine there must be a way to fix things." She murmured with a slight grin. "What do you propose we do?" She peered off into the thick trees to her right. "Where does that lead to? Through the forest?"

 

Rek sat beside Eve, glancing at her then closing his eyes. "They are a bit loud." He said quietly in agreement with her. "But sometimes, noise is better than being alone in silence.."

 

The Hatter shrugged. "I wouldn't know. It's been impossible for me to leave the garden for quite some time."

 

Rin stared down the path then started to walk down it. "Len? can you help us find the way?" She asked the air.
The Cheshire Cat appeared, sitting on her shoulders. "Like I said eairlier. The truth is a lie and a lie is the truth. This world is the same; thread with caution." He disappeared again.Rin stopped, thinking. "I think that means, go down the paths that seem most dangerous but they'll be safe."

 

Cashtran heard.. Could it be? In this here land of fuel had he found... compan-e? Maybe. Could 'o been dat mean 'ole pesky 'ole hee-haw they worshipped. Playin' some trickins on good Cashtran's mind. Cashtran had wanted to be a preachah when he grew up.Just so he could be called "Faddah" at last. Cashtran never did have luck in the wuvey-dovey part of life. "Faddah" Cashtran would of held saccrifical burns in the name of the Holy Firah, the only thing Hee-Haw Man the Great(ly Dumb) had given this gosh darn aweful place and it was his dutah to carry out this blessin'.

Back'o to the present'o, though. Voices, hu-man voices, it seemed. Burnin' voices, it did so appear on this day blessed by the Holah Firah. Walking out of the woods, finishing his whistle, he walked with a fool's grin and a predator's eyes up to the the fountain where they gathered. Yes-indeedy. Suddenly, the fire in his brain began to spread throughout the rest of his body, making him feel like he had set himself on fire with all this great thinkin' he be doin'. Cashtran enjoyed the feeling. Loved it.

 

Ooc:......Thanks for the recap, guys. 8D

Beatrice frowned as the Cheshire Cat disappeared from her before she could even answer his question. She still hadn't been able to find her small elf friend and no one around seemed to notice her. It was possible they didn't hear her one shout, and she was at a fair distance from them...

 

Cashtran walked up to her. The flames of his thoughts were dancin' inside of his little head. Boy was his thoughts just a-churnin'! Nun of that mess, hear him now. Must look calm. Must look... sanely? Or was it saintly? Maybe both? He was a saint! He should look like one! From Cashtran's experiences, saints were never sain-ly. Nope, yes-sir-e-bob. Like a young schoolboy reading his first naught ditty off of the bathroom stalls, he talked quietly and ashamed at first but grew in volume and joy.

Bless them dictionary thingamichbobs on the wall. They talked more pleasently of Cashtran's father and mother then he ever would... or could. "Hi. What-t-t-t's your name?" He had almost forgot his lines! Nah, just bein' nerv-us. Oh noes! Couldn't let that happen! He'd reel her in and... BAM! He'd have someone to be a-preachin' to before you could say whatever you so pleased. He was just that fast, folks.

 

I'll give John five minutes. If he doesn't find me, then... Her thoughts trailed off as she saw someone coming her direction. They didn't seem to have any curves or long hair, so it was most likely a man. Beatrice watched as he walked forward and listened to what the person had to say before replying.

"Erm, hi. My name is Beatrice....Yours?" She asked. She didn't really care for his name, but maybe he would know something about her friend.

 

"Oh Holah Faddah that is in 'dat sparkly place strokin' a mightah fire for us all calls me Faddah Trashcan Man, zhe one and only! Bless the Holy Fire! Bless it and you shall burn! We all gotta burn, some time." Cashtran's eyes shined at these last words, as if recalling a far off memory. Maybe tears would of come, but they had dried up in the flames.

 

Ooc: That made me laugh for some reason.

Beatrice raised one of her eyebrows in confusion. This definitely wasn't the right guy to ask, and now he wanted to burn her? He didn't even give her a real name...what was with this guy? "..No way! I can't burn, I gotta find my friend! Go bless it yourself." She should've been running, but Beatrice just took a few steps away from him. Would it be okay to run to that group of people to possibly scare him off? Or should she try ditching him and look for John?

 

Cashtran took faster steps so he could advance on her. Fastah and fastah he walked. A flashback in the fires of memorah and sorrow orrcured to the oh so holah Faddah Trash. It was of a fight between dad and mommy. Daddah was drunk and told Cashy to watch and learn a lesson about this new-found phenomina thingy called woman. Daddy had tied her tight to a bed, and had his way with her. Ayuh. Like all curious boys, Cashtran had watched and learned how to make someone straighten up. All you needed is rope. Which he did not have, so it was a goody good thing he was not a shy guy sometimes. He perked right up and asked her, "Do you have any rope?"

 

"I see. Then I suppose we should get on it, if we're running out of time...Though, Mr. Hatter, you've never really been willing to spare that now have you?" Alice grinned before hopping off from the pedestal she had created and skipping towards the entrance to the forest, holding her hands behind her back. "Shall we?" She curtsied playfully and peered past the trees and into the darkness.

"Maybe we should have weapons of some sort. I'm sure the Queen won't sit around doing nothing now that we're here."

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Eve tilted her chin upward, gazing with wide eyes into Rek's with a deep frown before she looked up at the others. They were planning something? Why? Why couldn't they all just stay there? She pressed her forehead to her raised knees and sighed out shakily. She didn't like these people. And she didn't like this world. And she didn't like this Queen they spoke of. Or how the sky was red. Or how her mom was gone. Or how her father was dead. Or how school never made sense to her. And how this was just as bad.

"I want to go home." She murmured, though she didn't even know what home was anymore.

 

The Hatter smiled and twirled his cane. "I've mine. As for you..." He paused a moment, thinking, then smiled madly. "Let's step into my shoppe. Come on, quickly now." He walked briskly back to his shop, not waiting for the others to catch up.​

 

Rin looked back at the Had Matter, raising an eyebrow. "Huh....?" Frowning, she followed him inside and looked around.

 

Not thinking much of it, Daevon poked back. Maybe this was another trade. what ever it was, he had to give something back.

"hello?" he said.

 

Backing away, Eva watched warily. "You some kinda monster?" she asked, hoping the reply wouldn't be yes. Even if it was, why would he tell her he was? He probably wanted to eat her. Crossing her arms over her chest, she watched the weird thing.

 

"That depends on your definition of monster." he replied.

"To most, I'm a daevon. To you as well. Oh look, hats!"

Not waiting for any form or response or resistance, the boy grabbed the falling girl by the wrist and scampered off towards the madhatter's shop.

 

Biting through her lip, Eva tasted her own blood and licked her lips, smiling. She let herself be yanked along as she tried to tase more of this. It was yummy, and she hadn't ever had it before. Like the dark stuff in the other world called chocolate. "I don't like hats." she called out to the boy "daevon."

 

"Well then" Daevon replied, as he spun in the center of the room. "It would be best to grab what you can. That way, you can trade if for something you do like. Grabbing a stack of top hats, he placed them on his head. Grabbing a teapot, he started to fill it with dirt and nicknacks.