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[gigilee13]

Happy Mad Hatter's Day once again!!! #WereAllMadHere #AsMadAsAHatter (at Jefferson Barracks Bridge)

[captainmaugrim]

A Sheltered Place || Hatter

The sun had long since dipped behind the horizon, and the wind was whipping about so as to bring about a stronger chill. Grim raised his snout up to the heavens and whined as he smelled a storm coming. Maybe not this evening, but it was close enough to make it unpleasant to be outside, even after a day that had started out so lovely.

It always had to be that way. Glorious to gloomy...maybe it was something to do with Narnia. Something to do with the magic about it. Whatever it was, Maugrim pitied any poor soul who got caught in the storm. He knew he wasn't going to be one of them though. He was going back to his den to sleep and wait for this whole thing to blow over. He had always hated storms, and on his own it made it a thousand times worse. No one to cling to. No soft fur to bury your nose into when the ground shook from thunder...just the thought of it was making his hackles raise defensively.

As if on cue a sudden rumble of thunder filled the air, startling the wolf so badly that he jumped and sped down the path as if he could outrun the sound. Luckily, he stopped himself before he got too off course, though now, he was most certainly turned around. Everything smelled like static and energy, and his heart was still thudding in his chest making it difficult to track his way back home efficiently.

After a little too long for comfort's moment of disorientation, the wolf soon found the scent he'd been looking for. Home...and not too far from where he stood. If he played his cards right he'd be home within the hour. Well before this storm was going to hit.

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ooc: *nudges you cause i still owe you*

[madnessofacat]

Cravings for tea - Hatter and Chess

When a cat had no possessions whatsoever, it made it very hard to make tea. It meant he had no teacup, no kettle, no milk or sugar, and ultimately, no tea. He perhaps could have done without the rest, but the lack of tea was the problem. Chess felt like a cup of tea, and if he wanted something, he just wandered along to wherever the best place was for that particular thing. It was generally known in Underland that there was nowhere quite like the Mad Hatter's for tea.

Forming in front of his windmill door, Chess couldn't remember when was the last time he called on the Hatter. He lost track of things - not that he'd ever tried to keep track. He didn't notice that he'd quite forgotten his body (it happened frequently, but he knew it was always about somewhere if he needed it), but his paw swirled into existence as he rapped on the door with his rarely used knuckles.

Since when did he knock? With his whole body now, Chess wandered through the door, but remaining just inside it. "Is there, perchance, a Hatter home? A cat is begging some tea." Although his voice wasn't loud, he trusted that it would carry.

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"Maybe I came from that way- no wait... This way. Nooo.... ughhh." This was why she hated walking home. Either she'd decide to be daring and take a different route or the weather never wanted to be pleasant for her. This time was the former. She thought she'd have a nice walk in the park, take her time, but no. It was never a simple day. The young women had tripped and fell a very long ways down. It had gotten her so dizzy, she wasn't sure what had happened.

Now... Well now she found herself lost in some unfamiliar woods where nothing was a usual tree's shade or shape. Everything felt off. Odd. Just... Weird. She wasn't sure how else to describe it. That wasn't important, however. What was important, and unfortunate, was that she was lost. She was starting to wonder if she was going in circles. "This. Is. Stupid." Heather groaned, sliding her hands from the top of her head down through her hair, pulling on two handfuls as if they were ears. "Why is there no road? Or a sign! Or a... a..." Oh, finally! She could see the trees lessening up ahead, possibly to a way out of these woods. Wonderful! With a sigh of relief the girl picked up speed in hope of getting out of here sooner.

However, as she reached her destination, it was then she noticed something... Well, odd. Out here, in the middle of nowhere, was a table. A long table with many chairs, cups and pots, as if for a party. Curious, indeed. That wasn't all she noticed either. There was company at that table. Now who would be having a party all the way out here? At least it meant other forms of life, which meant help and someone to tell her how to get out of here. She just hoped they were friendly.

Hesitantly, the girl walked out from behind the trees, approaching the peculiar set up, "Um... Helloooo?"

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Hatter

"There is no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard. No song that I could sing, but I can try for your heart." Alice began to sing, her voice soft a timid. Singing wasn't her favorite and singing to people of course made her extremely nervous.

"Our dreams, and they are made out of real things, like a, shoebox of photographs,with sepia-toned loving. Love is the answer,at least for most of the questions in my heart. Like why are we here? And where do we go? And how come it's so hard? It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving, I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together." Alice took a deep breath before continuing, her voice just a tad bit stronger; but not by much. " And all of these moments just might find their way into my dreams tonight; but I know that they'll be gone when the morning light sings, and brings new things. For tomorrow night you see that they'll be gone too. Too many things I have to do but if all of these dreams might find their way, into my day to day scene, I'd be under the impression I was somewhere in between  . . . ."

Better Together by Jack Johnson

[boywhyareyoucrying]

What a wonderful Wonderland!

Everything soon came into focus. The man with the hat was looking down at Wendy, very concerned. He was unusual, she thought, he didn’t look like any of the people she knew in London. The stranger had bright frizzy red hair, an oddly colored face, a light Scottish accent, and an aged coat complete with bobbins and sewing needles.

Wendy slowly sat up, rather disoriented, “No, no I’m quite alright, at least I think I am,” she looked down. Her coat was unscathed, but her dress had a few rips around her legs; dirt had left smears on all of her garments, especially her white stockings. Her tights were ripped in several places, and a slow stream of blood trickled down from her right knee. Wendy quickly covered the wound with her dress, “Yes, I am fine, just a small cut that’s all,” the blood began to leak through the blue fabric. Reverting away from her injured knee, Wendy looked up at the man and asked,“What is your name?"

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@ The Hatter

The beginning of autumn brought a dark gloom to the London skyline. The girls’ school Wendy attended had finished for the day, but instead of taking her usual route home she went to a nearby park. A cold wind played with her hair and blue wool coat, as she walked with her hands clasped tightly around her schoolbooks. The park was deserted; everyone had retreated to the warmth of their homes. Wendy sat down under a central tree, and placed her books next to herself. The garden had transformed into shades of oranges and yellows from the fallen leaves. She smiled, released a happy sigh, and closed her eyes.

Wendy loved to pretend that the park belonged to her, and in her Kensington garden she could do anything she wanted.

She listened to the melancholy sounds of the trees, and then lightly blinked open her eyes. Wendy stood up, and brushed off the leaves that had collected on her legs. She made her way to a small brick wall that was used as a perimeter for a flowerbed, “And now the high wire act, “she said aloud in a deep voice, “Miss. Wendy Darling will walk from one side to the other; without a safety net!” She stepped up to “the wire” with her arms outstretched. A spotlight followed her, and the crowd gasped.

“Oh my, “she said to herself. The circus lights and onlookers faded as Wendy jumped off the wall to examine a neighboring bush. The shrub was overgrown, and seemed to be covering something. Wendy knelt, and pushed a section of the plant away. “Why it’s a hole, a very large hole,” she looked down further, but could not see the bottom. Wendy repositioned herself to get a better look, as she did she lost her balance, and fell head first into the giant rabbit hole.

She woke up to a blurred face, and a man’s voice. She rubbed her eyes, only to be able to make out a bulky hat on the man’s head.

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