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[poppied.livejournal.com]

[ Well that's rather extraordinary and unusual. Is that an Alice? It is. Sitting all alone in a corner of the room, a clear jar of cookies resting on her knees. Her pockets are full and there's a tray of tea to her side, and she doesn't even see the normalcy of the place she's arrived. ]

{ ooc: not everything edible in wonderland should be eaten. would you like some hallucinogens with your tea? ♥ }

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[seasides]

[that's definitely an unusual sight, yes. he's just going to slowly make his way over, obviously curious.]

[poppied.livejournal.com]

[ now you know what they say about curiosity. Alice looks up, caught one hand in the cookie jar. ]

You're very red.

[seasides]

Am I?

[has a feeling this is going to be a very... interesting meeting.]

[poppied.livejournal.com]

[ how often do those feelings fail you? ]

Yes. But you've no petals to be a flower, and you can't be a card. Would you like one?

[ holds out a cookie. ]

[seasides]

I don't have petals because I'm a human.

[...hm. he's had an awful lot of cookies lately.]

What kind of cookie is it?

[poppied.livejournal.com]

A very polite one, or so it seems.

[ tilts it forward. 'please' is written in cursive icing on the front. ]

Are you really human?

[seasides]

Please can be used in a lot of ways, not all of them polite.

[but he's going to take the cookie anyway.]

I really am, yes. My name's Kai. What's yours?

[poppied.livejournal.com]

Yes, but not by a cookie.

[ smiles, though, once he's taken it. ]

Why, my name is Alice. Has the Queen sent you?

[seasides]

You never know.

[nibbles on it thoughtfully.]

No one's sent me.

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

[Oh, a girl she doesn't recognize! Approaching now~]

Hello.

[poppied.livejournal.com]

Good evening.

[ doesn't look up. ]

If it even is evening at all. Do you know?

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure... I think so.

[poppied.livejournal.com]

You think what?

[ inspects a cookie. ]

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

I think it's evening time...

[poppied.livejournal.com]

[ looks up at her. ]

Do you have a watch?

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

No, I don't... sorry.

[poppied.livejournal.com]

Then how do you think what time it would be?

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[oh, are those cookies? he walks over to her.]

Hi.

[poppied.livejournal.com]

Hello.

[ there are cookies, and tea, and things not yet visible. Alice is crumbling a cookie into a tea cup. ]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[he sits down next to her. he is a bit wary of accepting food from strangers. he might want to evaluate the situation before eating anything.]

What's your name?

[poppied.livejournal.com]

Alice. And you?

[ does she look terribly dangerous? ]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

I'm Roxas.

[he has to admit that she looks very much not dangerous.]

[poppied.livejournal.com]

What a curious name.

[ stirs the cookie crumbs. ]

gotta go now, see ya!

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

Really? I picked it myself.

[oh, he is very tempted by the cookies. the tea not so much. he prefers coffee.]

bye!

[poppied.livejournal.com]

Oh, it's very nice, in that case. Just unusual.

[ which isn't saying too much, really. she sets the jar down between them, and Roxas should see that they say all manner of things, from 'eat me' to 'take one', to things that make no sense at all. ]