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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?"
Spirit Scalpers
Out of all the things that frightened Trahearne, the idea of being visited by ghosts hadn't bothered him one bit. He'd met lingering ghosts before, most of them prevented from moving onto the Mists by the interference of magic, but he also had his personal reasons for being so interested in this tradition. He was rather hoping that any spirits that came to visit him would be arriving as friends, but it was also tempting to linger outside and watch the spectacle, assuming those ghosts weren't shy. No one else seemed all that willing to watch, so perhaps they were.
Trahearne paused when he saw the girl standing down the street from him, holding his lantern up a bit higher. "Hello there! I take it you're not a spirit that decided to start the parade early?" She did seem awfully solid to be a ghost, but looks could be deceiving.
Re: Spirit Scalpers
"No, nothing like that," Alice said, stowing the counterfeit candle in her apron pocket. "I left things a little late is all."
Alice's dejected frown turned to mild intrigue.
"You're a plant," she blurted.
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"Yes, I am a plant, but I'm also a sylvari if you want to be precise. My name is Trahearne." He offered her a short bow, just because it seemed like the thing to do. The way she dressed wouldn't have been out of place among the humans of his world, and the familiarity was almost comforting.
"Are you heading in for the night? I believe the local ghosts will start making their appearances soon."
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She did, however, curtsy in response. She recalled the garden in her dreams, and it always paid to be polite to flowers.
"Alice Liddell. It's nice to meet you, Trahearne."
She cast a glance over her shoulder at the deserted streets, and shrugged. Alice feared a great many things, but not ghosts. She wasn't even sure if she believed in ghosts.
"There's still time. I thought I might enjoy the peace and quiet a little longer."