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ioduanlogs2018-10-08 05:59 pm
makebelieveavenger) wrote in ioduanlogs2018-10-08 05:59 pm
For to see Mad Tom of Bedlam, ten thousand miles I'd travel...
Characters: Alice Liddell and You!
Date: Throughout October
Location: Aifaran
Situation: Alice's adventures in Aifaran
Warnings/Rating: Mentions of murder in the Spirit Scalpers prompt.
Dreaming Sickness [Early October - Open]
The Dreaming Sickness was a problem for many indeed. But for Alice, who'd spent nearly half her life inside her own head…?
She felt right at home.
It had initially been a surprise, of course - but however much trouble Alice had adapting to a more modern lifestyle, she had no such issues drifting in and out of her dreamscapes. It was almost second nature now, and at least it wasn't preceded by the blinding whiteness and migraines so many of her other hallucinations were. It was almost… pleasant.
Without question she hopped onto the oversized mushroom which launched her a good twenty feet in the air, and she glided daintily down onto the ledge of a building where she continued her commute to work, fragments of her Wonderland springing up around her as she went.
Commerce Affinity - Spirit Scalpers [Open]
It had been hard to find even one candle for the Night Parade - all of the stalls Alice had visited had run out hours ago, and people were packing up their things and clearing the streets. She really shouldn't have left it this late, but she had been wallowing in indecision for the past two weeks.
One part of her was skeptical of the whole affair - Alice didn't believe in ghosts. Not the kind that were being presented as so matter-of-fact at least. But this was Aifaran and stranger things happened every day - for Alice doubt was much easier than the dread of her family being among the Night Parade, and if they now hated her, for she still felt she carried part of the blame for the fire.
Bumby may have set it to cover his crime, but Alice had seen it, heard Lizzy cry out, and just thought it all a bad dream until she smelled the smoke and by then it was too late.
More horrifying to her than that was the fear the candle would draw the ghost of Bumby to her. He'd died by her hand after all.
When she bought the last candle off a dodgy, back alley peddler, she felt as though she really should have known it would be fake. The price was too exorbitant, the peddler too convenient. The flame had burned a brilliant blue with the Igheeri had lit it, likely having coated the wick in some chemical.
Alice stared forlornly at the normal orange flame, before blowing it out. The streets were deserted and it was well past dark - the parade would be starting soon and from what she heard, one did not want to get caught up in whatever marched through the streets.
It seemed she'd have to wait until next year to find out for herself if it was at all true.
Out and About [Open]
It was an odd feeling for Alice to have a purse full of money all to herself. While she'd had wages at Houndsditch, Priss's extortion and the funds for her 'treatment' under Bumby meant hardly any was left over for her. And she hadn't been working at the opera house long enough to enjoy her independence.
She was hardly affluent in Aifaran either, but she had some clothes that weren't second-hand - a tidy black dress and apron and sensible black shoes - and with food and shelter largely taken care of, she had some excess income of her very own.
She browsed the stalls, her frugal instincts preventing her from buying up every glittering bauble that caught her eye. She was no magpie after all. But she stopped in her tracks when she saw something that was quite a marvel - an electric keyboard.
"I've never seen a piano so small," she remarked, bending to inspect it closer. "Does it even work?"
Date: Throughout October
Location: Aifaran
Situation: Alice's adventures in Aifaran
Warnings/Rating: Mentions of murder in the Spirit Scalpers prompt.
Dreaming Sickness [Early October - Open]
The Dreaming Sickness was a problem for many indeed. But for Alice, who'd spent nearly half her life inside her own head…?
She felt right at home.
It had initially been a surprise, of course - but however much trouble Alice had adapting to a more modern lifestyle, she had no such issues drifting in and out of her dreamscapes. It was almost second nature now, and at least it wasn't preceded by the blinding whiteness and migraines so many of her other hallucinations were. It was almost… pleasant.
Without question she hopped onto the oversized mushroom which launched her a good twenty feet in the air, and she glided daintily down onto the ledge of a building where she continued her commute to work, fragments of her Wonderland springing up around her as she went.
Commerce Affinity - Spirit Scalpers [Open]
It had been hard to find even one candle for the Night Parade - all of the stalls Alice had visited had run out hours ago, and people were packing up their things and clearing the streets. She really shouldn't have left it this late, but she had been wallowing in indecision for the past two weeks.
One part of her was skeptical of the whole affair - Alice didn't believe in ghosts. Not the kind that were being presented as so matter-of-fact at least. But this was Aifaran and stranger things happened every day - for Alice doubt was much easier than the dread of her family being among the Night Parade, and if they now hated her, for she still felt she carried part of the blame for the fire.
Bumby may have set it to cover his crime, but Alice had seen it, heard Lizzy cry out, and just thought it all a bad dream until she smelled the smoke and by then it was too late.
More horrifying to her than that was the fear the candle would draw the ghost of Bumby to her. He'd died by her hand after all.
When she bought the last candle off a dodgy, back alley peddler, she felt as though she really should have known it would be fake. The price was too exorbitant, the peddler too convenient. The flame had burned a brilliant blue with the Igheeri had lit it, likely having coated the wick in some chemical.
Alice stared forlornly at the normal orange flame, before blowing it out. The streets were deserted and it was well past dark - the parade would be starting soon and from what she heard, one did not want to get caught up in whatever marched through the streets.
It seemed she'd have to wait until next year to find out for herself if it was at all true.
Out and About [Open]
It was an odd feeling for Alice to have a purse full of money all to herself. While she'd had wages at Houndsditch, Priss's extortion and the funds for her 'treatment' under Bumby meant hardly any was left over for her. And she hadn't been working at the opera house long enough to enjoy her independence.
She was hardly affluent in Aifaran either, but she had some clothes that weren't second-hand - a tidy black dress and apron and sensible black shoes - and with food and shelter largely taken care of, she had some excess income of her very own.
She browsed the stalls, her frugal instincts preventing her from buying up every glittering bauble that caught her eye. She was no magpie after all. But she stopped in her tracks when she saw something that was quite a marvel - an electric keyboard.
"I've never seen a piano so small," she remarked, bending to inspect it closer. "Does it even work?"