Sherlock Holmes's Story

"You could see Cheshire?" She whispered not wanting him to hear. "Don't let him know, he'll make you mad." She looked around the room. "Hello Isabelle." Alice greeted. "You're early, Holmes is late. Bit unusual, wonder what's happened?" She turned back to Frances. "So can you see everything?" She asked with a smile. She picked up a mirror, made the glass a portal to Wonderland and showed it to her. "Can you see this?"

Then he came through the door, addressing them all. She followed him through the door and took a seat. "I've heard all about your work, Mr Holmes." She told him talking a seat close to him. "How do you do it?" She was fascinated by everyone in the room but she wanted to know more about the Famous Holmes and Extraordinarily Ordinary Frances. She looked over to her and patted the seat beside her, wanting her to sit beside her.

"Good afternoon. My name is Alice Kingsleigh, I'm a traveler and can create portals to Wonderland, I don't know the extent of my ability yet, oh and this is Cheshire." She pointed to the bookcase, he materialised before them all and grinned. "Good morning. Good afternoon. Good Evening." Alice rolled her eyes and looked back at Sherlock Holmes. "I think I'm done."

Alice raised an eyebrow, "I already told you and everybody else as to why I am here." She then watched Frances and Holmes talk, she realised she was crying and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, trying to comfort her. "It'll be okay." She noticed Deadpool's suggestions. "A tea party is no fun without Hatter, Dormouse and March Hare. The second suggestion seems more likely seeing as we are all unique and able people, the third one is just outrageous, but..." She turned to Holmes. "Happy birthday!" She smiled to him and then returned her gaze to Deadpool.

Alice smirked at Holmes when he was correcting all of the members and laughed when he mocked Deadpool, then he mentioned a war. "There's a war?" She asked, looking at him with a face of confusion. "How long was I in Wonderland?" She asked Cheshire, who was floating behind Deadpool so it looked like she asked him.

Alice blinked at Deadpool. "Well, imagine they all joined forces, we'd be well and truly finished." She tilted her head when he said Americans were friendly. "What about the American Revolution? They weren't very friendly then." She pointed out. She looked at the door way, a man was standing there, Holmes addressed him as Watson. "Come along, Cheshire." She stood up and walked outside instead of waiting, forgetting about them all, excited to see some action. "Wait where are the others?" She stopped and turned around at the entrance to the building. "Oops." She laughed, Cheshire formed beside her. "Remember to look at everything and expect the unexpected." He dissolved back into the air. "What the Outlands kinda advice was that?" She leaned on a wall and waited for the others.

Alice followed after Sherlock when he walked out the door, she slowed down to walk beside Frances, she had a feeling they could be good friends. "Why? What would he gain from war?" Alice asked him, her eyes looking around for some sign of Propaganda. "I mean, war very rarely has anything one can gain from it. Unless you're the victor." She pointed out.

Alice swung her head around quickly, covering her eyes. "What kind of a man would do such a thing?!" She gasped. She forced herself to look at one of the men. "He has a lot of missing teeth, a scar in the shape of a... what is that?" She asked pointing to the man, not to sure what kind of shape it was. "So this Moriarty killed these men to start a war, which would put money in his pocket and make all of us late for tea." Alice moaned before looking at one of the men. "He is very finely dressed." She pointed out. She looked to Frances and hoped she would be okay to look at the bodies.

Alice put a hand on Frances back, trying to comfort her, then she noticed a bite mark on one of the legs of the Finely dressed hangman. "Queen Akasha as well." She shivered and pulled Frances into a hug. "Who else do you think this man is working with?" Alice asked, Irial seemed to worry Frances and a Queen who likes Red stuff has never been good in Alice's opinion.

Alice approached the body, Frances was in good hands. "Is he dead though?" She asked, her knife still in her hand, ready to cut him if necessary. "How long until more attacks?" Alice asked. "If there is more."

Alice watched Deadpool talk to himself. "Technically she is dead, so..." She told him, hoping it helped. "So what do we do about the bodies and the witnesses?" She pointed her knife at the crowd. "Will they drop like leaves in Autumn or will the spread the word of the killings? What does he have planned for them?" She put the knife back in the secret pocket and skipped over to Frances. "Let's let the men, and Izzy, maybe, have their fun. We can go get some tea to calm our nerves." She suggested, Izzy was just as welcome to join.