Alice was rolling up her sleeves as she stepped into the kitchen. Walking over to the sink, she, at last, looked up and froze. Where there was supposed to be an absolute cacophony of dirty dishes from an unplanned Unbirthday party the night before, instead sat a single, slightly damp kitchen sponge on the drain board. The entire sink and countertop were devoid of a single drip or splatter or used teaspoon.
Alice whipped her head back and forth, taking in the completely out of place sight. The rapid head movement pulled her eyes towards the stovetop and fridge. Unconsciously she pressed a hand lightly to her mouth as she took a few quick paces to the other parts of the kitchen. A careful inspection proved what she had thought at first.
“Not just the sink, the whole kitchen’s been cleaned. But who? Not even Thack would have done the whole kitchen, even if he was doing the dishes.”
The singer cast about, trying to find a hint of the wonderful culprit. A pile of black fabric on top of the fridge caught her attention and she hopped to reach for it. Alice turned the worn beanie over in her hand, running her fingers lightly over the jagged purple line stitched into the brim. As little as she’d seen the actual article of clothing, there was no doubt in her mind who it belonged to.
With a soft smile, she laid the hat on the island beside the empty cookie jar. Turning, she began to unroll her sleeves as she exited the kitchen, suddenly faced with the unexpected question of what to do with her newfound free time.
Tarrant stood before the open door of the tea cabinet, staring at the multitudes of tins and packets and baskets. It wasn’t the sheer volume that had him frozen, no, having an infinite, everlasting supply of tea was crucial to the Hatter’s day to day existence. Nor was it the small collection of empty containers placed directly in his line of sight on the middle most shelf, a folded piece of paper tucked neatly between two tins. No, what had the Mad Hatter staring perplexed was that, for once, all the tins and packets and baskets were actually arranged. Someone had organized the tea cabinet.
Tarrant hovered his fingers over a few tins, reading the labels. The pattern the titles fell into struck a chord in the man’s head and he started. Madly he stooped and ducked and fell to his knees and climbed on the lowest shelf to see onto the highest one. At last, he stepped back and eyed the cabinet shrewdly.
“Someone has organized this tea cabinet. And they used my organization system to do it. Very clever, whoever you are, very clever indeed. My great thanks, actually - this makes finding that one honey tea Alice loves SO much easier!”
He jovially plucked a single packet out of a basket on the third top shelf and began to hum to himself as he set about preparing the tea in his Alice’s favorite mug. Only as he was set to exit the kitchen with said mug did his eyes fall once again on the still-open cabinet, and the folded paper. He plucked it neatly and unfolded it with one hand.
The handwriting didn’t belong to any of his friends. Tarrant studied the note a moment more before nimbly tucking it away somewhere inside his vest and exiting the kitchen with a flourish.
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A/N:
A Very Merry Unbirthday
To you! (To me?)
A Very Merry Unbirthday
To you! (To you!)
felt it fitting to post the first chapter of my new piece on my birthday, non-Unbirthday tho it be XD
Mally blinked at the small plastic shopping bag resting next to his guitar stands. The Dormouse’s steps were hesitant as he walked across the stage, nudging the bag with a booted foot. The plastic rustled softly, something inside shifting at the prods. He knelt down to hook a finger through one of the handles. Packets of spare strings and picks glinted in the afternoon light. He pulled a few out and looked closer - exactly the ones he preferred.
He quickly settled himself on the stage and began the process of replacing strings and tuning both guitars to his satisfaction. It was a pleasant way to spend a lazy afternoon since there was no show planned for that night. Even so, there was a never-ending stream of interesting folk that passed by outside the Rabbit Hole gates that provided visual entertainment to pair with the Dormouse’s familiar motions.
The sky was just beginning to bleed when Mally deemed his task satisfactorily completed.
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He leaned over to replace the second guitar, the plastic bag once more crinkling as he brushed it. A flash of colour in the bag caught his eye. From beneath the remaining plastic packets he lifted a fashion patch. A simple red shield with two swords crossed on top. Mally turned the patch over in his hand, running a thumb along the stitch work as a soft smile plucked at the corner of his mouth.
Thackery trudged into the green room lounge, collapsing into the nearest chair at the table. The raucous sounds of the rest of the band paused outside the door kept his attention pulled that way until the noises split and began to travel in different ways, a sure sign his friends were heading to their dressing rooms instead of the lounge. A half-smile tugged at a corner of the March Hare’s mouth as he listened to the voices fade away into silence. After a moment he allowed his body to slump forward, far enough to rest his forehead against the tabletop as his teal ears splayed across the cool metal surface.
He couldn’t think of many things he enjoyed more than performing for the humans in their park of amusements, at least not in this world. But by the Mirror, it was exhausting. The sheer amount of energy needed to not only keep up with the fast-paced music but also the Hatter and Alice and even Mally as they cavorted across the stage endlessly every night was staggering, and not for the first time Thackery found himself a little relieved to be done with the mayhem for a moment. The chaos here had a different flavor, a different sense than the madness they knew back home.
Home. Sometimes Thackery longed to be done with the T Party and be returned to the real thing, the long table in the meadow and him and Tarrant and Mally and endless tea...
The room around him pulsed with a weird purple-teal glow cast across everything. The Hare jumped back in his seat, the chair legs squealing harshly against the concrete floor. He took a deep breath and looked down. His hands were clawed against the edge of the table.
It took a minute to convince his fingers to uncurl and he quickly stepped away from the table. He spun around, reaching for the cabinets where they kept the tea things even as he teetered slightly. The glow was starting to fade and he didn’t want to think about why it had existed at all. No, right now, all he wanted was some tea, some nice, calming, clearing, simple, any-month-of-the-year-but-that tea ...
Thackery paused and blinked at the teacups stacked in the cupboard. He couldn’t put his finger on what about the cups was suddenly tickling something in his mind, something known and familiar and normal to him. So he stood there, hands resting on the cupboard door handles, head tilting softly to and fro as he studied the dishes.
A stagehand walked through the room and told him goodnight. He almost didn’t hear them and turned sharply to respond before they completely vanished out the other door. As he shifted to once more observe the cups, his eyes widened. The cups.
“They’re crooked! They’re stacked slightly crooked! Nobody but us could do it like that! I wonder...”
The Hare gently took one of the top-most cups off the artful arrangement. He suspected their resident Mad Hatter but it didn’t really matter. The small visual reminder of their far-away home had done what had been intended. His hovering malaise was fully evaporated as he set about making tea, enough for the group he knew would be returning soon.
True to form, the rest of the Mad T Party Band burst through the lounge doors helmed by a giddy Mally and Alice. The group spread out, claiming seats and waiting for the unspoken order of who made tea when. The March Hare’s eyes had simmered completely back to their normal hues and he watched his friends contentedly.
It was only when Tarrant discovered the teacups and excitedly asked who had done it that Thackery realized he might have been wrong. The man’s glee was genuine, the Hatter never put on airs like that. As everyone crowded around to see, a shadow at the back door caught Thack’s attention and he could swear he had seen a purple hood and red eyes peering through the porthole for just a second. He looked carefully between the door and the band, and a new thought bloomed.
When Tarrant turned to him, the Hare told them of finding the wonderful surprise earlier and that he’d suspected Tarrant, but apparently not. The group debated as they made their individual cups but soon the conversation floated to other topics. Thackery remained quiet, using his known fatigue as a cover as he considered words that started with J and F and .... he glanced at the 12-month whiteboard calendar on the far wall. Unconsciously his eyes drifted to the third section on the top line.
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A/N: being fancy is super exhausting, y’all. I really gotta stop trying new things with these updates 😅😅
short ’n’ sweet blurb, the fancy stuff happens early
The Mad T Party Band huddled between Absolem’s keyboard and Chess’s drum kit as they watched their leader apprehensively. Tarrant stood at the forefront of their outlined stage zone, hip cocked, one hand hooked casually in a pants pocket. From the other dangled a golden, time-burnished pocket watch, swinging slowly to and fro. The ginger head was tilted downward, green eyes following the watch as it moved.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Mad T Party Band
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Mallymkun/Thackery, MarchMouse & Jabberwock, Marchmouse Kits & Badass Babysitter
Characters: Dormouse (Mad T Party), March Hare (Mad T Party), Jabberwocky (Mad T Party), Mallymkun (Burton's Alice in Wonderland), Thackery Earwicket, Westley Earwicket-Loir, Jareth Earwicket-Loir, Amalthea Earwicket-Loir, Bastian Earwicket-Loir, Eirian Fang
Additional Tags: MarchMouse Kits - Freeform, wee babs, Home Sweet Home, Wintertime, away from the parks, Mundane World home, Original Character(s), Original Female Character(s) - Freeform, Children of Characters
Series: Part 3 of World's Most Badass Babysitter
Summary:
A usual chilly evening doesn't always end usually. But then, in some ways, it does.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Mad T Party Band
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Thackery Earwicket/Mallymkum, Tarrant Hightopp/Alice Liddell
Characters: Tarrant Hightopp, Mad Hatter (Mad T Party), Alice (Mad T Party), Alice Liddell, Mallymkun (Burton's Alice in Wonderland), Dormouse (Mad T Party), Thackery Earwicket, March Hare (Mad T Party), Absolem (Burton's Alice in Wonderland), Caterpillar (Mad T Party), Cheshire Cat (Mad T Party), Chessur (Burton's Alice in Wonderland), Eirian Fang, Jabberwocky, Jabberwocky (Mad T Party), Amalthea Earwicket-Loir, Bastian Earwicket-Loir, Westley Earwicket-Loir, Jareth Earwicket-Loir, Marchmouse Kits - Character, Original Female Character(s), Original Non-Human Character(s)
Additional Tags: Children of Characters, party hardy, take your children to work day, family groupies, a face in the crowd, MarchMouse, kits' night out, Ain't no party like a Mad T Party
Series: Part 2 of World's Most Badass Babysitter
Summary:
There's "Take Your Kids To Work" Day, and then there's Mad T's "Take Your Kids To Party Central"
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Mad T Party Band
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Thackery Earwicket/Mallymkum, Tarrant Hightopp/Alice Liddell
Characters: Tarrant Hightopp, Mad Hatter (Mad T Party), Alice (Mad T Party), Alice Liddell, Mallymkun (Burton's Alice in Wonderland), Dormouse (Mad T Party), Thackery Earwicket, March Hare (Mad T Party), Absolem (Burton's Alice in Wonderland), Caterpillar (Mad T Party), Cheshire Cat (Mad T Party), Chessur (Burton's Alice in Wonderland), Eirian Fang, Jabberwocky, Jabberwocky (Mad T Party), Amalthea Earwicket-Loir, Bastian Earwicket-Loir, Westley Earwicket-Loir, Jareth Earwicket-Loir, Marchmouse Kits - Character, Original Female Character(s), Original Non-Human Character(s)
Additional Tags: Children of Characters, party hardy, take your children to work day, family groupies, a face in the crowd, MarchMouse, kits' night out, Ain't no party like a Mad T Party
Series: Part 2 of World's Most Badass Babysitter
Summary:
There's "Take Your Kids To Work" Day, and then there's Mad T's "Take Your Kids To Party Central"
A long, deep sigh escaped Absolem’s lungs as he turned the corner into one of the halls of the Mad T Party backstage. The animated conversation of his band mates echoed off the walls and grew fainter as the two parties moved further away from each other. After a time, Absolem found himself surrounded by silence by the time he arrived at the door marked with his name. The dressing room was sparse - the Caterpillar didn’t require as much space or material things as some of his counterparts did *coughcough* Hatter *coughcough*. He neatly changed from the stage clothes to a more elegant, streamline blue tunic and pants and hung the costume up to be laundered before their next performance.
His gaze strayed to the small relaxing area beside the vanity. A pile of pillows shoved into the corner with a small hookah set on a table. Absolem debated taking a few moments to clear his mind but the thought was immediately dispelled when he suddenly recalled that the small supply of shisha he kept in the backstage had been finished two days ago during a particularly bad bout of Madness on the Hatter’s part. Absolem sighed - his Underland supply was starting to wear thin and he dreaded the day he would have no choice but to convert completely to Human equivalents.
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With another, more grumbling sigh, Absolem gathered up a small satchel he kept with him and moved to exit the room. His foot knocked something set beside the door jamb, making the Caterpillar pinwheel his arms to maintain balance. The man glared down at the plain, offending box before quickly snatching it up. It weighed next to nothing but he could feel something inside rustling. With an impatient yank the lid hissed off.
Absolem shook the container and tilted it towards the light to get a better view. His yellow eyes softened as his gaze trailed over the array of fine mesh baggies tied with satin ribbon, the leaves and particles collected in each one a welcome sight. Even under the hallway’s harsh fluorescent lights, he easily picked out muted, dried colours he knew so very well. A small flower bulb nestled in the center of the box and a teasing aroma was beginning to waft from the box.
A flash of tan in his other hand stubbornly drew his attention. A stained label was pasted to the underside of the box lid.
“You are certainly full of surprises, that one.” The Caterpillar resealed the box and reentered his dressing room to secret it away. This time, when he left the room, a knowing smile crept along his mouth, vanishing just as quickly. A quick stop by the greenroom lounge to let the others know he was headed to their shared penthouse and he vanished into the neon night.
The Cheshire Cat would be the first to admit lurking around the Mad T Party area wasn’t the most exciting thing to do while the world slept. The group’s shared penthouse even less so, but the comfort could not be beat. one by one, each Mad Partier had succumbed to their need for sleep and bid the Cat goodnight, leaving him to create what madness with their living quarters as he saw fit until he too would retire.
The urge to completely rearrange all the furniture was just beginning to creep upon the Cat’s mind when movement from one of the a-joining halls drew his eye. He froze where he was lounging on the ceiling and watched as a small, inky figure detached from the deeper shadows and stealthed across the massive living room in the direction of the kitchen. As it vanished through the door, Chessur coloured himself interested and floated along to follow.
The light spilling out of the open fridge door would have barely illuminated the female figure’s face for human eyes, but even in this form, Chessur has excellent sight. It didn’t matter though, he didn’t actually need it to know who was up and about at that hour. Incorporeally he leaned against the door frame and watched the girl stare into the machine before reaching and digging around. When she withdrew, she held two plastic-wrapped sandwiches. A satisfied smile lit up her face for a second as she closed the door and headed back for the living room. Chessur skirted our of her path and fell into step behind her.
He hovered behind her head as she navigated the beshambled room and folded herself into a corner of one of the couches next to Tarrant’s chair-and-a-half. Barely glancing at it, she reached over to pull one of the throw blankets off the chair’s arm and nest it around her legs. The Cat raised a brow - he knew something about familiar motions and he knew them when he saw them. He floated in a bit closer, crossing his arms to rest his chin on while he watched over her shoulder at the phone she pulled out.
The girl casually scrolled through apps and sites while she made easy work of the two sandwiches. Everything about her screamed comfort and rest and home. Chessur discovered he was starting to purr softly by the time the girl closed the phone and stood up. His eyes snapped open to saucers at the movement. He watched her take a few steps and look around the room. A new sound surprised him, a female voice speaking softly into the dark.
“Not as bad as that one time. Could be worse. At least the Cat hadn’t started on his usual antics yet, thank the Mirror for that. A bit odd, though. Hope he’s feeling alright. Ah well, c’est la vie.”
With that, she set about putting the room to rights and suddenly Chessur remembered all the times he had caused chaos in the penthouse at night only to find it all fine before the band woke up. He had assumed it was Absolem, or maybe Thackery finding out about his habit and making sure it didn’t put out their friends.
No, instead it was this little sprite undoing all my hard work, and all on her own. A lot of work for no praise indeed. But why worry for me if I only make more work?
She worked diligently and thoroughly, and Chessur could see her energy wane as the minutes ticked by. By the time she put the last throw pillow back, her steps were dragging and her head lolled slightly. A great yawn froze her for a moment but she shook it off and headed back to the kitchen.
Chessur watched the girl empty the dishwasher and bag up the trash for pickup, all in as quiet a manner as possible. He tilted his head when she went to the tea cupboard and stared at the insides for a moment.
“He’s fine, all fine, tea is fine for now.”
Hm, but you’re not, little one. Have you been doing this since you arrived with us?
The girl blinked and shook her head as she closed the cabinet. Glancing around the room, she nodded sleepily to herself and withdrew. The Cat followed.
She trudged back to the hallway she had emerged from earlier and vanished into the shadows. Chessur followed, an eerie curved mouth floating in the darkness behind the girl as she passed by two rooms and arrived at the last door of the hall. She slipped inside and gently shut it behind her, and the Cat could hear no more noise. He waited a moment, eyeing the name sign on the door, before he fully dematerialized and stalked to his own room. No shenanigans for the Cheshire Cat tonight. He didn’t have the heart to mess up all her hard work.
A/N: so here we are. the end. of this fic, perhaps of my short, incandescent MTP fic-writing career. life is strange, and weird, and I have loved my time here but spoons are required elsewhere. I have a few pieces left, already written, meant for a series after PotF was done. I may post them just to set them free. If you have joined me at all, I hope you’ve enjoyed your trip down the rabbit hole, and perhaps we will meet again.
(also I may be more melancholy rn than is warranted, life is just being a b*tch and I’m job/apt hunting and it’s exhausting)
