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Alice Kingsley

"You seem to have a bit of trouble seeing my side of things. Have you tried being mad?"

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a character in “Turning Pages”, as played by Possibility

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"You seem to have a bit of trouble seeing my side of things. Have you tried being mad?"





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Name: Alice Heart Kingsley
Nickname: "I'd prefer to go by Alice, thank you. It's a matter of perception- Alice shows relationship perfectly. Miss Kingsley is to formal and any and all nicknames are too close, more meant for a true relationship. Therefore, I like Alice best. Absolutely Alice, nothing more and nothing less"
Age: 19
Origin Story: Alice, being a smaller sister to a larger one, was always prone to fantastical adventures. Once, while her sister was busy reading a book without any pictures in it, Alice saw a rabbit. Not just any rabbit (though she would have followed a regular rabbit at that point- she was utterly bored), but a rabbit in a waistcoat. That was a silly site. She followed it to a large tree, and at the base there was a rabbit hole. She had no idea where the rabbit had gone, but as she peered down the hole she fell in. It was a very very long fall. Though, she had to reach the bottom some time, and when she did she was horribly out of sorts. There was a key though, and a small door, and through it a wonderland. She loved it there, and met many people who she absolutely loved. At that time, she was only about 12 or so. She went back, of course, as soon as she could find it again. Though, it had been many years at that point and she had passed the entirety of it off as a dream (she was growing up, after all, and a respectable 16 year old can never be at the whim of her every fairytale). Though, many things were different then. Darker.
Character: Alice (Alice in Wonderland)
Sexuality: Bisexual
Likes: "Hmm... Well I do like a great many things. Cake, of course, Mushrooms, as they can make you grow up awful tall or awful short. I always keep some on me. Hats, or maybe that's just the hatter that I like. Do not tell him I said that, though you might not what to. Most people say he is just my imagination. Isn't true, though. He's perfectly real. Then I like dreaming, and after that is exploring. Always can find something fun to do if you try hard enough. Oh! I also just simply love to play hide-and-seek, or board games, or games of any type. It's so hard to find someone to play with though- they think it's childish. Though Peter is always up for a game. So I guess I like Peter Pan as well... he's a good and well friend"

Dislikes: "Well most people say you should never hate anything. Though, where is the use in that? Those same people turn around and spout things about 'you can't have happiness without sadness'. It's the same concept, really. Well, to tell the truth, I hate gardens. Always have. People can get so very pent up about them. Also, I have a dislike of anyone who thinks I should 'get my head straight' (What a funny thing to say! My head is perfectly straight already!), or anyone who tells me what is right and wrong. That's like telling me my left from my right. I know it, but if I want to say my left is my right and vice versa I can, and I shouldn't be thought down on if I do. I also dislike sitting still, going to long without an adventure, and oysters. I always feel so horribly bad for them. Never can move, and then one day just taken and eaten. Sad, really. At least most other animals can move around and experience life before you eat them. But oh no, not oysters. I don't like them because sometimes I feel as if they think they are too good for movement. Also they taste bad. Also, bullies. They are just... mean!"




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Fears: "I always get told to face my fears- and I took it to heart. It's like my practice of believing six impossible things before breakfast. So, I'll say it here so I don't forget to face them. Spiders, the horrible vile things, Wonderland not actually existing (People tell me it doesn't all the time, and it's really starting to get to me!), Losing my way, and never finding myself again (I do lose myself from time to time. It's a horrible feeling, not being able to find yourself)."

Hobbies: "Hat-making. I'm not nearly as good as the hatter, but it's awful fun and he says that I have some talent. So it's not all bad. Though Hatter won't let me around his store of mercury- I guess that is for the best. I think he went insane that way. I just use more modern techniques. I also like to sing in my spare time, but I'm no good."

Powers: "Well I have no powers to my direct being- I'm only human after all! However, I do keep a large store of mushrooms, cake, and juice in my cabinets and on my person. If you eat the right amount of cake, you grow, and the juice will make you shrink. The mushrooms are the easiest to keep around though- they do the same thing in one. One side makes you grow and one shrink. So much easier to carry around. Though getting them is a bit of a hassle- the juice is terribly hard to make and smelly, and the cake is very difficult as well. Thankfully, I know a mushroom patch that I can always replenish my store of those at. Though, if I ever ran I out I'd be in trouble, and if you take to much of the shrinking kind you might disappear, and you might grow far too tall if you eat to much of the growth one, and you'd suffocate!"

Strengths: Singing, though she would never say she is good. Finding her way around, fighting (she got awful good at in in wonderland- you need a bit of training to slay the beast she has before), cooking (Well, it does take a while to learn the correct dosages of the mushrooms and cake and such! It isn't surprising she is good at measuring and cooking things), telling stories, and thinking on her feet.

Flaws: Thinking rationally (not thinking logically, because that she is fairly okay at. She just isn't rational), covering her emotions, holding her tongue, getting to the point of a conversation (she always spirals off into other things, though there are times she will say what she means and that only, but those times are rare), decisions.




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Personality: Alice is.... well... Alice. She is truly difficult to describe. She is immature, but she has 'fits of maturity', as opposed to the other way around. She is a very defiant and emotional person, always finding her own special way to go against the grain. If it can be done, she will find a way to have fun doing it. She is never lazy, in fact she detests any notion of being lazy, but she is also secretly very insecure. She doesn't believe in herself, but she does believe in others whole-heartedly. She is very smart, and can think her way out of anything, though she would never ever appear so.

Her thought possess is very logical, but hardly ever Rational. Her way of doing things is simply different- if it isn't important, it can wait, while she is doing what she wants to do. If she wanted to climb a tree, she would drop everything and do it. However, when she got there she would pause and think about the best way to do it. Most would say "Grab a branch and swing up, and just go up slowly", and that would be the logical and rational thing to do. However, she would more than likely eat a bite of mushroom to make her tall, grab onto the biggest branch, then take a bite of the other side to make her right-sized again. It's not very rational, as she could easily hurt the tree or not be able to hold on, but it is very logical.

Alice, to the outward observer, is very spunky. She has a definite spring in every step she takes and is always 'never say never' about everything. She believes anything can happen, and isn't afraid to voice that. She can appear to have mood swings for no reason, but to her it is perfectly condoned. It's a matter of who said what. It really isn't about what the person said, but who said it, because even certain words coming from some people can hurt. She has strong emotions toward everyone she meets, and her perception of people when she first meets them is hardly ever wrong. However, if anyone were to look a bit deeper, they would start to see the bad side of things. She is definitely mad, and has been for years, and that can do some damage. She is very hard to calm down if she sets her mind on something, and the people who know her well will say she sets her mind to the silliest of things, and sometimes they are dangerous. She is also very frightful, having vivid nightmares all the time and sometimes locking herself up and crying for seemingly no reason, though that is normally just her missing her wonderland, and her imagined version of it breaking slightly.

History: Alice was born in the English countryside, and even as a baby she was always a bit off. Doctors said nothing was wrong with her, but only that she had a vivid imagination. As she grew, her fairylands grew with her. She spent hours on end simply imagining what her dreamland would be like- singing flowers, a mad man, talking animals, things of the sort. Her mother was always worried, but her father said that Alice was just growing to be a colorful child. Her sister was the one who seemed the most adverse to Alice's tales, and often took her to fields to read to her. Alice detested those days. One day, though, while her sister was reading a particularly boring book and Alice was growing tired of making flower crows of the nearby daisies, she saw a large rabbit. She followed it down the rabbit hole, and discovered wonderland. She loved it there. She loved to dance among the poppies and talk with the hatter over tea. It was all so very enjoyable. However, all good things must come to and end and eventually she had to go back home. Wonderland had already marked her though, and she steadily got madder as the years went on. Her mother invested her in treatment, but her father encouraged it, telling her to believe in six impossible things before breakfast. After all, she was not really going truly mad, not in the sense she would hurt anyone at least. Her perception was just changing.

After a few years of therapy, and her father's passing (meaning she no longer believed in any impossible things), she grew back into a normal young lady. She pushed her childhood frolicking in wonderland to be nothing but a dream, and nothing worse than a nightmare sent to drive her crazy. However, she did end up going back, eventually. At that point, she had forgotten most of wonderland and while she was still an off girl, she was much more mature, even more so than her mother at times, and many people found her to be very desirable. She was at a party when the rabbit came back. He seemed vaguely familiar then, so she went after him. She fell down the rabbit hole, again, but things were oh so different then. It was not the simpleminded funland any longer. It was darker, scarier, and even the Hatter had lost some of his color, and gained a new personality to go with his other one. They wanted her to fight for them. Of course, she ended up doing just that, but it took her a while. Wonderland hadn't fit with her new maturity then. Eventually, though, the found the Wonder in Wonderland again and began to see things in a mad way again, forgetting everything about stuffy clothing and anything that didn't involve fun. She did have to slay a creature or two, but that was simply best for Wonderland, and she would do anything for Wonderland.

Though, even good things such as those must come to an end and she was sent back, after a while. The rabbit hole was closed, and she was devastated. She cried for a day straight, and even after that was over she still tried to build Wonderland back, in her mind at least. She still had the mushrooms she had taken from wonderland then, so she took comfort in them and buried them, growing more and more. She created a false Wonderland, in her mind, and eventually she came to a town, away from everything. She felt as if she belonged there, and she did. Things went smoothly at first, and the wonderland she created in her mind began to fade to the back, more a lens to the real world than the complete covering it once was. She remembered the White Queen's teaching on making the shrinking juice and growing cake, and began to make them herself, as well as finding a patch of mushrooms. A piece of wonderland to live with her in this new town. Wonderland is still with her, really, as the 'lens' the sees the world through is Wonderland in its own way. Sometimes, the lens is darker and stronger, and on those days she is hardly in the real world at all, but it's doubly worse on the days the lens is weak, as it makes her realize Wonderland is gone, and she is truly no longer there at all, and it will eventually be forgotten, though she only left a few years ago and the memory is still fresh. Possibly, one day, she hopes to go back to Wonderland, with all of her friends.

Other:She has a tabby cat she named Cheshire, in honor of the cat she misses so very much

So begins...

Alice Kingsley's Story

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Time: 7.30am, Saturday
Weather: Fine, light breeze
High of 23ºC (73ºF)


Folksdale Morning Radio:
'Good morning Folksdale, I'm your morning host Jiminy and what an excellent morning it is. Beautiful blue sky, stunning outlook onto our fairytale town and the promise of a magical day to come. There's little to announce from the night, but today promises to be a stunner. Gepetto is having a sale on wooden figurines and Belle's Bookstore will be hosting a book signing with the award winning author of 'Lamps: 101 uses'. I've also been told to remind all our listeners to watch out for the bridge just past Spinners' Lane, it appears a troll has taken up residence beneath...'



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Sunlight filtered through the white curtains, a gap in the hangings letting a single ray of golden sunlight spill into the room. It landed across Jane's eyes and acted as well as any buzzing alarm to tell the girl that it was time to rise. With a single groan of protest Jane pushed the blankets off her and sat up straight. She stretched, her arms out behind her back and then above her head. A moment later, sleep finally receding, she set her legs onto the carpeted floor and stood. A snap of her fingers flicked the light switch across the room up and the bulb turned on, illuminating the chaos of Jane's room. Clothes covered the majority of her floor, clean and dirty mixed indiscriminately. On her desk a spell book sat open surrounded by scribbled notes. Jane had been looking through the tome late last night, hoping to find any useful spells to help replace Mary Poppins' protective spells on the town.

A scratching at Jane's door alerted her to the presence of a persistent visitor. Another snap of her fingers saw the knob turn and the door opened. The visitor, the black and grey family cat, was old, tubby and probably thought that he ruled the house.
"Morning Thomas" Jane murmured as the cat wondered in. Thomas didn't deign to respond, instead he pranced over to Jane's bed, jumped up and immediately began to make himself comfortable. "Lucky for some" Jane muttered to the cat as she pulled off her pyjamas and swapped them for her running gear. Luckily the shirt, shorts and sneakers were all in a neat pile on her drawers and not amongst the mountain of clothing on her floor. Dressed, Jane left her room and wondered downstairs, dropping into the kitchen for a bottle of water and a light morning snack. Not seeing any of her family up yet Jane let herself out of the house quietly, grabbed her bike and pushed it out to the street.

The ride to Eddie's place was relatively short. Traffic was light early morning and the weather was fine. No doubt the day would prove a stunning one, even know Jane could see little sign of the weather turning fowl. The morning was bright, crisp and perfect for running, which was coincidentally what Jane was about to do. With a final pedal on her bike she cruised down the street before skidding to a stop outside Eddie's house and jumping onto the pavement. She pulled her bike up to the front of the house and let it rest beside the front door. Jane glanced at the watch on her wrist, 7.20 am exactly. Right on time. She hopped up to the front door and gave the frame a short, sharp rap. A squawk, that of an angry bird, answered followed by the sound of feet. Jane took a step back as the door opened and Eddie greeted Jane, a disgruntled parrot seated on his arm.




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Eddie had been up for a few hours. His current roomate, a emerald green parrot named Murray, was a demanding fellow and required frequent assurances that everything was alright. Eddie, used to such sleepless nights, was more concerned that Murray's persistent squawks would wake the two humans that Eddie shared the house with. Eddie frequently brought sick animals home from the vets, ones that needed overnight observation. Most of them weren't quite as loud as Murray. Because of that Eddie was up and dressed before the sun rose, making breakfast for his human house mates as a way of saying sorry in case the parrot had pestered them overnight.

Bacon fried in the pan, eggs were being scrambled and Eddie had just finished buttering the toast. If the smell didn't rouse his flatmates he was sure that the sun beginning to stream through the house would. Nevertheless he had a plan B in case they couldn't pull themselves out of bed before the food went cold. Eddie placed the food on a plate and tucked it into the oven. Hopefully it would stay warm in there until they saw it, and if it was still there when Eddie came back from his run then he would just have to eat it himself. Eddie glanced at the kitchen clock, realised he had little time left and quickly scribbled a note for Sam explaining that he had left her breakfast. He even drew her a sad excuse for a dog beneath the note, knowing that she loved the animals.

A moment later, Murray hanging off one arm, Eddie answered the door to find his long time friend and running buddy waiting.
"Two secs." Eddie said before quickly dodging back into his room and gently placing Murray back in his cage. He arrived back at the front door to find Jane still in the same place,
"Something smells good." She commented as Eddie closed the front door behind him.
"Bacon and eggs." Eddie explained as the two began a gentle jog down the street, "With any luck they'll be some for us when we're done." He added.
"Definitely better than porridge." Jane giggled. Jane had always found it strange that Eddie's favourite food was porridge and she enjoyed teasing him about it. Eddie decided against replying, instead he simply pocked his tongue out and directed the pair down their usual track that would eventually lead them into and through the forest.

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Even though Alice was not one to get out an about early in the morning, she was always up, and today was no different. She had crumpets in the oven, and her tea was brewing. She made tea every single morning- a habit she had picked up from the Hatter. She sang as she cooked, jumping around as she scuttled about the kitchen, and every so often she would duck for no reason. She still wasn't used to the hare not throwing things around, and she had gotten used to following a pattern- walk walk, duck, walk walk, duck, jump. She was better at not doing that in the public, but by herself she let her imagination go.

"Every nation in creation has its favourite drink. France is famous for its wine, it's beer in Germany! Turkey has its coffee and they serve it blacker than ink, Russians go for vodka and England loves its tea!" she sang as the teapot she had placed on the stove began to whistle. She had heard of electronic teapots, and even seen them about, but she knew she would never get used to not having her teapot on the stove. She pulled the crumpets from the oven as well, as they were just done and she always hated when they were burned.

"Oh, the factories may be roaring, With a boom-a-lacka, zoom-a-lacka, wee! But there isn't any roar when the clock strikes four, Everything stops for tea! Oh, a lawyer in the courtroom, In the middle of an alimony plea. Has to stop and help 'em pour when the clock strikes four, Everything stops for tea!" She sang as she added sugar and then the tea to a cup, before mumbling as she sang the song and drinking at the same time. She added the crumpets to a plate, stacking them into a small pyramid. She turned and turned the stove off, grabbing the pyramid of crumpets and placing them on the small dining table in the middle of her small cottage. She lived just inside the town, in the middle of the woods. It reminded her of the hatters house, but a bit smaller. It only included a bedroom, a living room, a fairly large kitchen, a small office room, and a bathroom. It was all she needed.

"I wonder why I always make so many crumpets? I'll never eat them all- I make the same amount now that I did in Wonderland! What a funny thought- do I expect all of the queen's court to just show up? The white queen is far too busy to take time out of her day to come all the way here, and I would never allow the red queen in- she's still in banishment as well. I suppose hatter could come along, but I think he's busy with his haberdashery," She said to herself as she looked crookedly at the stack of griddle cakes. She giggled, thinking of the entirety of her Wonderland friends storming into her home.

That would be fun, but she would never have any space for them all. They would all be squished together! How horrid! The queen could never keep her grace and decorum mushed against the hare, and the hare would be bouncing on top of everyone! She smiled to herself at the thought and bit into the crumpet in her fingers, which was currently spilling crumbs onto her light blue pajama pants.

After she was done with the crumpets- she had eaten four and she could not eat another bite. She added the rest to the fridge and went back to her room, grabbing up clothing and throwing on a pair of shorts and a simple purple top with a pair of sneakers. She danced about her room, almost tripping over displaced things she had just left on the floor. She went back to her backyard, which frankly amounted to the start of the woods, and ran for a little while before stepping onto a tree and holding onto the branch, spinning around until she was facing left before walking that way, to a small patch of mushrooms. She held her shirt out and gathered a few into her shirt before quickly following the path back, placing the mushrooms into a large cookie jar on the counter. Aside from that jar she had a glass jug of already-made shrinking juice as well as some cakes in a glass bowl, which she had learned long ago apparently didn't expire. Maybe the mix that made people shrink also prevented bacteria? She didn't know. It was just something she had been told in wonderland.

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Organizing a bookstore was like life--a delicate balance between beauty and functionality. On the one hand, scattered books and slightly askew shelves gave the place a sort of welcoming, lived-in look. On the other hand, an organized, spotless store was the most effective for finding exactly what a customer was looking for and appealed to those used to a bigger city way of life. Wendy preferred something in between the two, and the store owner had never objected. She organized everything, making sure to front and display especially the newer and more popular materials, but left little notes of discord everywhere. For example, the corner with a couch and several chairs, with small end tables ornamented by lamps with illustrations from children's tales, looked bare if too neat. A small but selective pile of books on each end table, made it look more welcoming, along with the pillows she plumped up for the couch.

The floor was scrupulously clean, the windows sparkling (thank goodness they had a service for that, Wendy thought, as it would drive her spare to keep the glass perfect on her own), the register perfectly balanced and ready for the day. The only thing left was to put up a few more signs for the event and arrange the table and chairs for the author's signing, which she did quickly and efficiently. This particular author had no special requests that she'd been notified of, but that could mean that either the publicist was taking care of that or that she would be surprised last minute. With an unwrinkled brow, Wendy glanced over a small black notebook that she kept behind the counter. In it was listed every service in town with a specific eye to the often eccentric needs of authors, and especially those services that delivered very quickly. It was always best to be prepared.

Wendy looked over the shop with pride. Everything in the store was exactly the way she wanted it. The only fly in the ointment was that there were going to be customers in and out all morning, disturbing her good work before the signing, but thankfully the event was in the afternoon rather than the evening. Taking a deep breath in and out, Wendy turned on the automatic tea kettle she kept hidden behind the counter and made herself a nice cup of tea. She took a delicate sip out of a delicate teacup, enjoying the flavor and the silence, as well as the organized space in front of her, before she went to turn the bookstore sign to "Open." And since it might very well be a quiet morning, she pulled out her notebook from a cupboard and continued a story she had been working on.

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Alice walked around her house, occasionally leaning over and straightening a cup here and a candle there. Every once in a while she would take a moment of her time to grumble and tell the cup to not get out of line again before patting the rim and smiling. She was truly bored, and she couldn't figure what to do. It was far to early to be out and about, though she could make an exception, but that would be strange. She had a routine, and it was even a very loose routine. It would be silly to break it. She sighed and drummed her hands on the table in front of her, looking at her door. I should have planned something- I normally have more to do about the house before I leave, she thought as she looked around for something else to clean or do. Normally there was a movie she could watch or a book she could read (one with lots of pictures), but there wasn't really anything new that she had.


Wonderland would have something to do. The hatter would suggest a tea party, and The White Queen would suggest a ball, The Hare would mutter gibberish, but then suggest tea as well, and Cheshire would say something awful cryptic like 'How to have fun- disappear and reappear somewhere fun, of course. It isn't that hard' with slow, condescending tone. Then Chess would appear atop her head and tap on her skull

Shut up Alice thought to her inner voice, but she couldn't help but break a smile at the thought of Cheshire. She missed them dearly, and their visits were so uncommon, and while they were very easy to imagine, they weren't truly real. She thought they were truly real sometimes, most of the time, but there is no way a real person could possibly just pop in and pop out in a matter of seconds, and she wasn't anywhere near the rabbit hole. Even Cheshire wasn't that talented.

[i]Well, routines are meant to be broken- that way you keep a dash of difference in your every day. I suppose it wouldn't harm anything to be out and about an hour before I normally am. Time is such a fickle thing after all, and he is being awful horrible right now, slowing down my day to day, or maybe quickening my work,[i] she thought as she grabbed a few mushrooms and placed them into her small messenger bag. She carried it everywhere- hunting for treasure is no fun if you can't put it any where, after all, and it was horribly useful for caring mushrooms and juice vials. Speaking of, she poured a small bit of the juice into a glass vial before securing the necklace it was attached to around her neck. The side of the bottle had a small 'drink me' label, and aside from being there in case she misplaced her bag, it reminded her of home. Home in wonderland, that is.

She stepped out into the sun and walked along the sidewalk, just enjoying the sun for the time being. [i]It's very pretty out,[i] she thought to herself as she skipped over the crack in her path. It was a fun game, to avoid stepping on the cracks. She tiptoed over a few more as she made her way around, thinking of where she wanted to go. The bookstore would be fun, and Wendy would be there, but the books intimidated her, just a little. She was smart, but she still hated reading from books that had no pictures. Still, she decided that would be best and headed in that direction.

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It wasn't long before Alice had made her way all the way from her quaint home to the door of the bookshop. She was feeling pride at that accomplishment, at least. She had only stepped on one crack the whole way over (She hadn't seen it, mind you, and had been devastated for a good ten seconds when she saw it under her foot), and time had been kind and made the trip over so very short and nice. As she opened up the door with a small ding of the bell that signaled a customer, she saw a sign for a signing later in the day. She wondered about it as she walked over to the counter, where her friend was situated, looking awful ragged for the time- well before noon. How many people without the need to be anywhere would wake before noon? Mad people, that's who. That's why she was always up when she almost always never had anywhere to go- sometimes she helped Wendy about her shop, reading books to keep children occupied- she was the best for that job, at least, as she became just as drawn in as they did. Alice, though, had never really been interested in working- new technology guaranteed she could work just fine and she was a smart girl- her almost-fiance's (who she hated the notion of) father was a very handy man when it came to trading companies, so she was in charge of buying and selling wares for shops all over. He arranged it, of course, but she was good at deciding when to buy what and what was more important to keep stocked for the companies that trusted her to keep them stocked. It was easy work for her, at least, and she loved it. She couldn't travel with them, of course, as she had home here, but she loved the stories of other countries, and even just other states.

"Hello Wendy, darling" she said brightly before collapsing into giggles, even though she said that almost every time she saw her. It was awful funny, to her at least. She jumped up onto the counter even as she giggled though- it was her favorite place to sit, as it made her seem tall and she could see everyone. It took her a few moments to even notice another figure in the room, but when she did her face lit up. "And hello Jack! How's the giant-killing been lately? I've been wondering lately if giants could use a jabberwocky like a flying horse- I think it would be big enough for 'em, as it's about fifteen of me tall. At least I think it is. Killing it was awful hard though, I know that. Horrid, it was, to get up to it's neck. Hard, too, it was so tall. Anyway! Do you think it could? I don't know if the creature could handle the weight though..." she trailed off, seriously considering it. She really thought it could- tall enough, at least, and strong enough definitely.

"No matter then though- the only jabberwocky I've even heard of living has it's head dispatched from it's body now- maybe The White Queen stuffed it. So I guess they couldn't, even if they wanted to. Awful notion, though, don't you think? Giants on a jabberwocky?" She mumbled before smiling brightly.

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Wendy smiled at Jack. "We do have '100 ways to kill just about anything.' Can't remember the author, but it's in the fiction section near the books that were written to go along with that serial killer show on television. Maybe you should write a book on that topic?" She suggested, ringing up a customer. "We can always use more books on the more practical side of fairy tales. I've been thinking of making a sort of compendium of practical advice if one lands into magical trouble, remind me to ask you about that later. With all of the people in this town, I think I could make quite a useful guide. I'd probably have to put some illustrations in it and humor to make it more publishable, but I think it might do well."

Hearing Alice's usual greeting as well as her giggles, Wendy chuckled. "Hello, Alice. Feeling much-y today?" She did occasionally just get called "Darling," but that was mostly at school, and Alice used it as a sort of inside joke. That was a lot of their friendship, really, inside jokes, secrets, odd conversations after midnight, and usually some kind of tea. Her relationship with Jack was a lot more like... anyway, it was more rambling and sword fighting and laughing at him. Or with him, depending on the day. They were both good-hearted people, with very different personalities, and she was glad to have them both as friends. Alice's ridiculous conversational gambits and Jack's recklessness were a nice change from some days when she felt like she was trapped in practicalities.

Listening to Alice's question to Jack, Wendy added, "I highly doubt a jabberwocky would be good for a mount, but if anyone could ride it, you could. And if anyone could kill it, I'm sure Jack could find a way. Speaking of, Jack, did giants actually have any kind of mount? Or did they just stride around? I haven't heard much about giants. Did they have a culture? Different physiology? I haven't made much of a study about magical races, I wonder if there are any good books on the topic."

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"We do have '100 ways to kill just about anything.' Can't remember the author, but it's in the fiction section near the books that were written to go along with that serial killer show on television. Maybe you should write a book on that topic?" Wendy seemed dead serious. Jack laughed. "I can barely write my own name, Wendy. I think a novel might be a bit out of my league." She continued on. "We can always use more books on the more practical side of fairy tales. I've been thinking of making a sort of compendium of practical advice if one lands into magical trouble, remind me to ask you about that later. With all of the people in this town, I think I could make quite a useful guide. I'd probably have to put some illustrations in it and humor to make it more publishable, but I think it might do well." Jack nodded. "That'd be awesome! But for fighting a giant, all I could say would be, 'Wing it. Watch your head.'"[/b] He shrugged.

Alice entered in her usual manner and Jack grinned, nodding as she jumped up onto the counter. "And hello Jack! How's the giant-killing been lately? I've been wondering lately if giants could use a jabberwocky like a flying horse- I think it would be big enough for 'em, as it's about fifteen of me tall. At least I think it is. Killing it was awful hard though, I know that. Horrid, it was, to get up to it's neck. Hard, too, it was so tall. Anyway! Do you think it could? I don't know if the creature could handle the weight though..." He shrugged. It was a normal question for Alice. Wendy thought for a moment, then added to the question.

"I highly doubt a jabberwocky would be good for a mount, but if anyone could ride it, you could. And if anyone could kill it, I'm sure Jack could find a way. Speaking of, Jack, did giants actually have any kind of mount? Or did they just stride around? I haven't heard much about giants. Did they have a culture? Different physiology? I haven't made much of a study about magical races, I wonder if there are any good books on the topic."

He shrugged again. "They probably could- I'd have to get a look at one first." He laughed. "I'd rather take on the giant again than a jabberwocky, if I'm honest." He thought for a moment, remembering the land above the beanstalk. "They didn't really have mounts, they just kinda stomped around." He mimicked the giant's stomp. "And they were just like humans but waaay taller. I didn't stick around long enough to find out about their culture if I'm honest."

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Daniel couldn't bear the atmosphere in the cafe any more. Ali was clearly scared and he could feel the hostility radiating from Gabriel. As soon as he got his smoothie he stood up and left. He hated what had been done to him. Both the curse of the werewolf and the fact that everyone hated him for his condition.

He kept his head down as he walked the street, his shopping hanging from one wrist. He didn't know anything about the weaknesses of a werewolf, and the only way he was sure of dying was if someone shot him. And nobody liked him enough to shoot him as a favour. Pissing off the townspeople in the hope that one of them would shoot him would just make everything worse. And nobody would sell the werewolf a gun to do it himself- he was dangerous enough as it was.

He stopped outside the bookstore as a thought occurred to him.

He pushed open the door to see Jack and Alice already in there, and Wendy behind the counter. He cleared his throat. "Um, hi. I was wondering if you had any books on werewolf legends? Specifically their weaknesses?" It would be a strange order for someone like him, but he had to.

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Alice listened as Wendy added to her question, and then Jack answered her. Though, like always, she was only half listening. One half of her was thinking about what it would be like if all of her wonderlandish friends where there with her. Chess would be sleeping, or reading, of course. Or pestering. Hatter, probably just perusing the sections and mumbling. Alice giggled as she thought of Chess stealing the Hatters hat and running about the shop with it, knocking over things. After a moment, she remembered that there were others in the room with her. In fact, there was a new person, too. Daniel. She smiled and cocked her head to the side before waving and listening to him ask about a book of werewolf weaknesses (she giggled when she thought 'werewolf weaknesses' because at the moment she was thinking of words starting with the letter W. The time for thinking about M was passed). Though, the topic of real weaknesses of werewolves didn't interest her, so she simply left Wendy to do her job and idly chatted with Jack about Jabberwockys and giants, as well as adventuring.

The day passed quickly, at least in Alice's mind, as time was being very kind to her. She sat in the children's section for most of the day, sitting Indian style on the brightly colored rug and chatting with the children that came in with their mothers for the book signing. It was awful loud the entire time, but not in a bad way. In a way that made her feel exited and jittery. By the time the shop was closed and Time was winding down, she was positively jumping up and down with excitement.

Alice bounded through the streets of the small town with Wendy at her side, casually saying hello to anyone that passed. She didn't really have anything better to do at the moment and hanging out with Wendy was fun. Plus her dog reminded her of Chess. At Wendy's apartment, Alice said goodbye and decided to find something else to do. The sunlight filtered over her face as she made her way into the woods around the town. She decided to climb a tall tree about 10 yards from the entrance to the woods, one with long branches sporadically placed about that would make it easy to climb. She climbed up quickly, her fingers scrambling for a hold on the branches. Once she reached the top part of the tree, where the branches were not safe enough for her weight, she leaned against the trunk and uncapped her necklace, taking a quickly measured sip and waiting for the effect to kick in. The tale-tale tingling of the potion working its magic was instantaneous and expected it started in her toes and her head and met at her belly button, but by that point she was already shrunken down about three feet. She made her way up, repeating the possess when needed, until she was sitting on a leaf at the very top of the tree and was only about an inch tall. After a while, she pulled out her now-miniaturized phone and began to play loud, energetic music. She stood up on her leaf and began to dance around on the paper-thin surface. It acted sort of like a trampoline, and she laughed as she fell over. She played for quite some time, jumping and dancing on the small leaf, before she began her climb down.