Curiouser and Curiouser

They taunt me about the burning as if I were to blame, I clear them from my conscious with the eloquence of my blade. (RP blog for Alice Liddell for the American McGee games. Please read the rules first!) I tag: takingteainwonderland Credit to the creators of the fonts, brushes and other things used here.

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Ω Indie Alice RP blog .       Ω Selective. Ω OC and Canon friendly. Ω NSFW | SFW Ω 14+ years of RP experience. Ω One liner, icon, novella, para, semi para.   Ω AMGA | AMR.

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Ω Indie Alice RP blog .       Ω Selective. Ω OC and Canon friendly. Ω NSFW | SFW Ω 14+ years of RP experience. Ω One liner, icon, novella, para, semi para.   Ω AMGA | AMR.

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[takingteainwonderland]

🔪; I AM BACK!

I wish to start anew with some RPs with Alice. 

Also, look what I got, not too long ago!!

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Ω Indie Alice RP blog .       Ω Selective. Ω OC and Canon friendly. Ω NSFW | SFW Ω 14+ years of RP experience. Ω One liner, icon, novella, para, semi para.   Ω AMGA | AMR.

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[takingteainwonderland]

{🔪; Closed RP}

[takingteainwonderland]

ask-the-dormouse:

The rodent grabbed a paper and a pen and began to draw doodles on it. He was distracted from the situation, waiting for Alice to thank him for the train but instead she wanted to see the Hatter. The name of his old friend made him feel disgusted and repulsed. Did she only care about hatter and not him? That was like a blow to his pride. He clear his throat and spoke again through the microphone.

“The hatter is not… available at the moment, he’s gone and I do not think he’s going to come back anytime soon” The Dormouse lied with a serious tone of voice and a little angry too. “But whatever you need you can discuss it with me.” His voice drastically changed to a pleasant and helpful tone, although it sounded forced.

Trying to change the subject he looked around for a moment, then he called with one hand to one of the eyepot that were near him “one of my guards is going to pick you up and will guide you here, Is almost tea time and you dont wanna miss it” the eyepot followed the orders quickly and left the room before the dormouse could be notice.

While he waited he started to sort the table, although it was not tea time he used to look for any excuse for it, and the arrival of Alice after so long was a reason to celebrate.

She arched a brow at his response. She knew that Hatter was an awfully busy man, but this was honestly not the time to be fiddling around all willy-nilly. Had he not noticed the severe changes that were happening to Wonderland. She can’t have been the only one who saw the grotesque scenario happening before her eyes however it seemed as if she had to curb her impatience and settle for the Dormouse. He was a friend of the Hatter so mayhaps there was still hope to be found? She wasn’t sure about on much Hatter had let his two companions in on what went on in his realm. The woman waited with strained patience as an Eyepot scuttled its way out of an open door.

She didn’t care much for those heinous monstrosities and they were a thorn in her eyes like everything else here. But she came here in neutrality, not to wage war on her foes. Not for now at least. Alice scowled at the grotesque contraption, her nose wrinkled as she gave it a disapproving look from top to bottom. Whatever was going on in Wonderland was oozing into every nook and cranny. She could feel the bile rise and her blood boil in her veins. Who dared do this to her most sacred of places? This was her sanctuary! Turning on her heels she followed the Eyepot that with a glitching walking scuttled across the metal surface. Each time a leg hit the metal it sent clear ringing clinks into the air. For now, her Vorpal blade had been put to rest. No need to draw blank here not until she had accessed the situation properly. Ill-tempered indeed! She could hear Mr Radcliffe's voice echo in her ears as she trailed behind the automaton which leads her through various corridors and rooms. Steam belched out of various pipes, pressure gauges jitted and there was a constant wailing of grinding metal all around her. It was hot and humid, it smelled of oil, steam and burned coal as she moved along.

    -”Dormouse”

Alice nodded stiffly her arms crossed over her chest. She was unable to rest easy when she was in Wonderland and after what happened last time she visited the Hatter’s realm, she wasn’t sure about how well greeted she would be. The creature looked significantly different than last time she met him and he seemed... friendly? Judge a book by its cover. It was the best policy here for now.

     -”I am in search of information about the infernal train. What can you tell me?”

[takingteainwonderland]

Looks like there might be a new Alice game in the horizon. Alice: Asylum! Oh shit I am hyped as hell!!!

Source: http://www.americanmcgee.com/alice-3/

I got some serious questions, like why the hell does Jack have the Formal Cleaver!? Was Bumby an -actual- doctor!?

[qi-mera]

It’s good news, but I’m afraid your questions won’t be answered anytime soon. This game is actually going to be a prequel to AMA, don’t let the title mislead you:

https://twitter.com/americanmcgee/status/890009313900613632

[takingteainwonderland]

I am so okay with that! I would love to see how it'll turn out. Thanks for adding another source :D

[takingteainwonderland]

Looks like there might be a new Alice game in the horizon. Alice: Asylum! Oh shit I am hyped as hell!!!

Source: http://www.americanmcgee.com/alice-3/

I got some serious questions, like why the hell does Jack have the Formal Cleaver!? Was Bumby an -actual- doctor!?

[takingteainwonderland]

{🔪; Closed RP}

[takingteainwonderland]

ask-the-dormouse:

The sound of the gears and pistons at work were annoying, but it didn’t seem to disturb the dormouse much, he was almost falling asleep above one of the levers of the big machine. His eyelids became heavy and he gave a lazy sigh, then closed his eyes for a moment and almost fell asleep until-

The heavy steps of the thin metal legs of an eyepot echoed in the room, one of his guards came running, it seemed to be very nervous. “What I told you about interrupting me when Im trying to sleep?!” The eyepot moved from side to side, trying to tell him something, clearly it could not since it couldn’t speak. The rodent stood up straight and began to move to leave the room.

What surprised him is to see the other guards equally nervous. “What the hell is going on here?" He grunted and moved to one of the rooms, there were large screens showing what some selected eyepots viewed, in the end this system would be useful after all. Some of the screens didn’t work, which seemed strange, the system was new, right? He hit the control panel trying to make those screens work but didn’t work. He looked at the other screens and everything seemed normal, some eyepots were even olazing, he would take care of them later.

A sudden movement of one of the camerasgot his attention, he could see something or ‘someone’, long black hair, blue dress… Was she? “…Alice”

What was the reason of her visit? The dormouse think for a moment. Ah yes, the train. The train the dollmaker told them to build in return of helping them getting their revenge on Hatter, supposedly it was going to help Alice forget the past that tormented her, or so he said. The mouse believed in his words, and went to work as soon as he could. Maybe Alice was here to thank hare and him. Yes, that’s it!

The Dormouse activated a lever that opened a small door and let out some kind of microphone, he hit to test if it worked. The speakers activated and he approached the microphone. “Alice, what a surprise to see you! I hope you like our work! Come in, come in, It’s cold outside.”

It took Alice only a brief second to realise who it was that was addressing her. The voice was far too nasal, high pitched and squeaky to be the hatters and there were only two other creatures in this realm that would be lurking about. Alice exhaled sharply while crossing her arms over her chest. Her dress waved as a breeze caught the fabric. Despite the heavy machinery, steam and iron clad structures Hatters realm seemed uncharacteristically cold and uninviting. Alice observed the small microphone with a sceptic expression. She didn’t trust anything in the Hatter’s realm. Not since last time she visited him where he had played with some cruel and barbaric experiments on the Dormouse and March hare. Not to mention the battle she ended up having to go through. However, she kept a respectable distance from the odd contraption before she finally rose her voice.

     -”Dormouse, I am on the look for Hatter. Where has he gone to? Is he not taking in guests these days or have he simply just gone missing? I have some very important matters to discuss with him and it can only be too slow before I get to address him.”

Alice replied in her usual harsh and direct tone of voice. It often came off as being crude and too direct to most people. She wasn’t one to sugar coat anything in her life. No one had done it to her and only by being direct and honest could people know where they had one. Her voice echoed off the metallic surroundings with a dull ring. Various industrial like chimneys spewed thick snakes of tar like smog up into the grey skies. Wonderland was not itself anymore. This needed to stop. NOW!

     -”I am not a woman of patience. I need to see him as soon as I can. It’s a matter of life and death!”

[takingteainwonderland]

{🔪; OOC}

Dear everyone. I have not forgotten any of you. I am currently super busy and slowly making my way through my drafts ^^;

[takingteainwonderland]

{🔪; Closed RP}

 @crnel--rnles liked for a starter.

 of fiYet again they were playing their old silly games. Yet again they were sitting here for yet another unbirthday, or party or whatever the Hatter called it. But yet again she found herself sitting at the wonky table. Patterns carved into the cherry tree had been gathering sod from the Hatter’s domain caused it to create an optical illusion that made the table seem longer than it was. She was surrounded by various unoccupied furniture of various sorts and shapes which all stood uniformly side by side. In this chaotic place, it seemed almost comically mundane and banal to have such an element of normality such as the placement of the seating arrangements. Still, Alice didn’t pay it any attention.

For a few moments she just silently and observed the Hatter. He had changed over the years. Deformed and depraved compared to the nostalgic tint she used to paint the memories with. Sweet childhood memories of sunny days, bruised knees and flower wreaths had turned into sour and bitter recollections which in return had twisted and warped the inhabitants of Wonderland into grotesque monstrosities. Even in this form Hatter had kept his deranged mindset. Alice just observed as he enjoyed his tea, sitting opposite of her at the long table. She had yet to touch her own cup where the former steaming tea now had turned lukewarm. Normally she had enjoyed the tea parties with the Hatter, however, times had changed and more so than not the soirees had turned violent at times. Still, she had not battered and eyelash at the personal invitation, but she had entered the real with a cautious mind.

     -”To what do I owe the ‘pleasure’ of being invited to this event?”

Alice finally asked. Her emerald eyes still lingered on the man as she kept her hands neatly folded in her lap. Despite her horrendous past, she had not forgotten proper table manners. She may be a housemaid but she still had her social teachings.

[takingteainwonderland]

{🔪; Closed RP}

@ask-the-dormouse​ Liked for a starter.

𝓦onderland... This was not how she remembered it. Not at all! It was 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓼𝓮 than last time she visited! Where were the vivid 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼? The 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓽𝔂? The heartwarming feeling of protection and safety? 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓮! Her sanctum had been desecrated, mutilated, tainted and 𝓹𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓭!

𝓐ll around her she saw the 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 of her beloved Wonderland. Everything was in ruins. Everything was stained and twisted into this grotesque and 𝓰𝓱𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓵𝔂 nightmare she saw before her. A hard 𝓹𝓲𝓽 formed in her stomach as she observed the horrors. Everything had gone 𝔀𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓰, everything was a 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓷 in her eye! Alice clutched a hand to her chest as a nauseating feeling rose in her. That blasted 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷! It was causing more and more damage by the minute but she had yet to stop it. It was a 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓬𝓮 to be reckoned with, that much she knew. But she didn´t know anything about trains, or about anything 𝓶𝓮𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵 for that matter... But she knew of someone who 𝓭𝓲𝓭!

𝓐lice scanned the area to get a grasp of where she was. 𝓛𝓾𝓴𝓲𝓵𝔂 enough she was in the right 𝓭𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓷. Had her mind placed her here on 𝓹𝓾𝓻𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓮? Maybe she knew, deep down, that she needed to talk to an old 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭. One who knew the ins and out of 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 that was automated. Machines, clockwork it was all in 𝓱𝓲𝓼 realm.

         -”𝓗atter! I seek your 𝓪𝓲𝓭!”

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{🔪; Like for a starter}

Let's get Alice back in her game!

[mizzliddell]

Like this if you want to murder Bumby!

[dearaliceliddel]

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{🔪; Activity Call}

Reblog/Like this, if you’re still an active Alice McGee/Madness Returns roleplayer. I am looking for everything that ISN’T Alice or any member of her family.

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{🔪; Activity Call}

Reblog/Like this, if you’re still an active Alice McGee/Madness Returns roleplayer. I am looking for everything that ISN’T Alice or any member of her family.

[takingteainwonderland]

{🔪; Tagdump}

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{🔪; Open RP}

𝓛ondon. Dreary, misty, cold and dead. There were people here but the city was dead. Empty eyes. Empty husks. Empty minds walking up and down the grimy streets of White Chapel. The houses all stood in uniformity, side by side, cramped together into a claustrophobic tightness, offering a roof over the head to those who worked at the local factories.

𝓣he factories. She despised the factories. Smelly and dirty and spewing thick trails of inky black smoke far up into the air, polluting the sky and colouring the facades of the dull worker’s homes in a suit of sleaze and gunk. It made the entire area smell of coal and fire. The smell burned her lungs and made her stomach tighten into a hard knot. It was better than the first time she set foot on the step of the orphanage. She wanted to throw up. She felt like she couldn’t breathe, like the smog clenched a tight fist around her thin neck, clamping it closed, making her wheeze for air. Images had flashed in her mind the blood had rushed in her ears. It was everywhere! Filling her mouth, her nose her lunges with a disgusting burning taste.

𝐼t had taken her a long time to get used to it. The smell that reminded her of the fateful night so many years ago. She still recent the polluted air that was all around her, encasing her in a stench of what she associated with death, cooked flesh, screaming, the smell of burned hair and wood. But now she could stomach through it and only on occasions did she have to use her grey washed handkerchief. Ah yes... London.

𝓣he revolution was here.

𝓣he revolution of machines.