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straightlacedgrace:
“I’m not qualified to judge,” Jason admitted with a sheepish smile. “The company I keep is less than traditional.” He raised his eyebrows and glanced around. “The jungle?”
“Yes! There were all kinds of trees and monkeys and everything...” She told him with a laugh recalling all the craziness. “I wonder where it goes when it disappears?” That was something she hadn’t thought about before.
madnessmost-discreet:
“I like Alice too. She’s one of my favorite people.” He chuckled, nudging her gently with his elbow. “Hey! I have actually seen an Alice costume walking around. Other people like you too.”
“Me?” Alice asked a little bit puzzled. She was Alice so how could someone else be Alice? This place was weird. “Why what are you dressing up as?” Now she was curious.
alively-anna:
“It’s Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812. It’s… more of a musical but there is some dancing. Which… yeah, you’re right, otherwise it really wouldn’t make sense. I didn’t think I could stand here on the street corner and sing, though.”
“Why not?” Alice asked not really sure she understood the woman’s reasoning. “If they’re singing in the play I’d rather hear that so I can preview the show and I am sure you’re good at it. Being in a show and all.”
madnessmost-discreet:
“It’s polyester, Alice.” He laughed though because he knew he was being dramatic. “You’re not dressing up?” He frowned a little. He worried about her not experiencing all the things a teenager probably should in this world, and honestly, Halloween was one of the nicer things about it. “Yeah, of course.”
“It’s not that bad,” she assured him. It wasn’t great but it wasn’t awful either for an evening. “Nah,” Alice told him with a shake of her head. “Kind of seems silly to me. I’m Alice, why would I want to be someone else? I like Alice.”
whatthedormouse-said:
“She’s a warrior though, isn’t she? No soldier I know would ever go out without more body armor.” She turned again, frowning a little. If she was honest with herself, she could see the appeal though. She’d have looked twice at a woman in that costume. “Are you dressing up?”
“Guess it depends on what you’re fighting, if you’re fighting.” Alice told the woman thinking about it a moment. She wouldn’t want to fight monsters or creatures in that outfit, but maybe she wasn’t fighting. “Nah, dress up isn’t for me.”
alively-anna:
“No, in fact, I do not have to pee. I was just trying to get your attention so I could ask you to buy tickets to my play. Are you interested in seeing more of this?”
“What’s the play...?” Alice asked the woman not wanting to be rude. “Is it like a dancing thing? Otherwise I don’t think the dancing makes a lot of sense.”
madnessmost-discreet:
Hatter always had a booth for the tea shop at the town’s Halloween events, offering fall tea samples and candy, of course. He tended to choose his costumes based on how good their hats were, and he’d gone with Indiana Jones. He was liking the jacket almost as much as the fedora. He wasn’t as fond of everyone else’s costumes though, and he was having trouble deciding which he found the most frightening–the people who were barely covered, the ones who were covered in tacky polyester, or the actual scary costumes. “That is the most terrifying thing I’ve ever seen,” he muttered, eyeing a group of people across the street.
“I’ve seen worse.” Alice told him as she took a bite of one of the apples she had purchased from a nearby stand. The Queen of Heart’s soldiers had always been unwelcome and unsightly in her mind. “Don’t worry, I won’t be one of them.” Halloween was something Alice wasn’t sure she wanted to participate in. Observe, yes, participate no. “Want some help with the tea?”
whatthedormouse-said:
“Women actually wear these things? Why?” Molly turned in front of a mirror in a costume shop, eyeing the Wonder Woman costume she was trying on. She liked the name, but it was a lot… less than she’d been expecting. “I don’t think I’m sophisticated enough to wield a sword in something like this without flashing the room.”
“Pretty sure that might be the point,” Alice pointed out as she raised an eyebrow, taking in the sight of the costume. Definitely not something she personally would ever put on. “I think the confidence is the thing, not the sophistication.”
⛺️ - Their first night away from their guardians
Alice laughed at the question. “If you’ve never been to Wonderland, you can’t fathom what it was like.” She explained picturing vanish cats, potions that made you grow and shrink, and Queens trying to chop off your head. “Mostly, I was wandering around looking for a way out or just kind of curious as to what was that strange place.”
“I wasn’t scared, not really.” Wonderland had been far better than home in her mind. “Thought I was absolutely mad to be honest. Part of me liked it so much I didn’t want to go home. It was nice.” The people she had met had felt more like home than she had with her mother. “The other part of me just waited to wake up. The tea party was the best part of that night.”
theicedoesnot-forgive:
He raised an eyebrow. “Heaven. I guess there’s Valhalla in Norse mythology, but those are just stories. As far as I know.” Greek gods were real, so he wouldn’t have been terribly surprised to find out Norse ones were too.
“Haven’t you ever wondered if there was a grain of truth in all stories? Somewhere...” Part of her wondered because it was hard to imagine stories just came together in someone’s head. Alice figured things just got embellished a little here and there. “Who knows with what people tell me here.”
straightlacedgrace:
“Strange doesn’t bother me,” Jason said with a shrug. “I think everyone is strange in their own way.” He raised an eyebrow. “All of them? Really? I… missed the jungle. What was that?”
“You know, I don’t even know.” Alice admitted with a laugh. “Whatever it was though, I kind of liked it. It was fun and there was plenty to investigate.” It certainly kept one on their toes. “I am not even sure what this place is some days.”
abandonedxangel:
“You had never been swimming before coming here?” she asked, surprised by that. Even places not near the sea usually had ponds, lakes, rivers, or pools. “Oh I love fall clothes. Scarfs and hats and boots? They’re the best,” she agreed, laughing softly. “Good call. I’m sure you’ll have a lot of fun.”
“My parents didn’t let me get out much,” to say the least but whatever, Alice was trying not to think on that much. “Means there are plenty of adventures to have now. Like finding my way to class on time.”
afflictedannie:
“Butterfly wings?” she replied, considering them on her. It was difficult to imagine, but suddenly the woman was sketching them out to show her what she meant. “Those look beautiful,” she muttered, smiling softly. “Y-You’re very talented.”
Alice nodded. “Can you imagine? I’ve always wanted to fly.” Not in an airplane or whatever, she wanted to fly. She wanted to go back to Wonderland and fly about. “Thank you! Guess I just had a lot of time to practice as a kid.”
surrenderxdorothy:
“Have you been in an avalanche before?” That definitely sounded like an adventure, although maybe not one she wanted to have. She giggled. “I know, I’m the same way. I spend half my money here before I ever get home. Books were my friends before I ever had any.” She lovingly patted the cover of one.
“Just in my dreams,” Alice admitted recalling a rather disturbing dream from her childhood. It had been not too long before she had visited Wonderland. Her mother had insisted she was being silly but her books had told her she was running from something psychologically. There had been a lot she had been running from... “Yeah, books are nice like that. I used to read a lot because we didn’t go out a lot.” Alice didn’t go out a lot but there was no use splitting those hairs.
theicedoesnot-forgive:
“We’ve had very different experiences.” He tilted his head. He wasn’t going to pretend to understand art, but she was obviously more talented than he’d given her credit for. “I don’t think there is any such thing.”
“As in too many rules or heaven?” Alice asked although she was pretty certain she knew what he meant. Part of her had wondered before but another part of her wanted to keep foolishly believing. What side won kind of depended on the day and if she wanted to believe something was better than what was happening around her.
abandonedxangel:
“You’re in for a treat,” she told her, smiling softly. “At least the exposure will make you more versatile. And hey, you might find that something you never thought you’d like is something you love to do. It’s the things you don’t expect that can sneak up on you, and not just in art.”
“Kind of like swimming.” That certainly was something she had come to enjoy, although it was quickly getting too cold to enjoy it. “I have to admit I certainly like the fall clothing better. I think I might try painting or pastels or something over the weekend just in the spirit of new things. Kind of like deciding to go to school.”
afflictedannie:
“Flying does sound wonderful,” she mused, smiling softly. She had flown in planes before, but to have wings of her own? It was certainly an illogical thought, but it was a pleasant one nonetheless. “Will you t-turn me into a bird, or just give me wings?” she wondered, curious to see the vision she was planning on putting onto paper.
Alice nodded an idea already forming in her head. “How about butterfly wings?” Delicate, intricate, pretty, and very capable of flight. It seemed more fitting for such a beautiful woman. “Kind of like this,” she told her sketching the rough outline of the wings, adding a pattern of dots in as she went. “I always loved monarch butterflies.”