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Wendy Darling

Growing up is such a big adventure, or so they tell me.

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

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If I have to grow up, I'll do it my way.





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Name: Wendy Moira Angela Darling

Nickname: "Darling," and to bug her occasionally her friends call her "Moira."

Age: 21

Origin Story:"Peter Pan," by J. M. Barrie.

Character: Wendy Darling

Sexuality: Heterosexual.

Likes: Organization, nature, books, fantasy of all kinds, adventures (where you always have a jacket, just in case) and learning new things.

Dislikes: Pirates, dishonesty, people that insist on reading only non-fiction, being lost, publishers, and math.




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Fears: Being abandoned, growing up and forgetting her imagination, falling in love without that love being returned, her brothers getting hurt without her, and large hairy spiders.

Hobbies: Wendy is just beginning her career as a writer. She has told stories, it seems, all her life, and is attempting to get some of her stories published. Wendy also loves to read--fairy tales are her go to when she wants to escape or needs comfort, but she loves true crime novels. She likes to jog, and occasionally when she has a project, sew.

Powers: Wendy can fly, when she has pixie dust and a happy thought. Neither of these are always available, but when she can get the two together she can accomplish great things.

Strengths: Fencing, cooking, her common sense, and her leadership.

Flaws: Doesn't make friends easily, overly protective, strong-willed to the point of mule-headed, and bossy.




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Personality:
Wendy is an introvert who loves to spend time on her own reading or writing to recharge after spending time with people, especially many people. She needs to be active, so when she isn't doing either of those things or pursuing a bachelor's in Creative Writing online, she goes for jogs in the forest to clear her head. Wendy also jogs to be prepared, for the same reason that she keeps up with her fencing. One never knows what they will meet in a shadowed alley or through a door without a frame, and if her childhood taught her anything it was that forewarned is forearmed, especially when magic is involved.

Wendy is protective. As the eldest sister of adventurous children, she is very serious about keeping an eye on those she loves, even if she ventures into bossy territory. She is unafraid of this territory, as she has a summer house there, and on the wall of that house is posted the Darling Rules. Drafted after meeting Pan and what transpired, these rules have survived and evolved over the years. If her younger brothers don't hear from her every few days, they start to get worried. When Wendy loves, she ignores her own needs, so she encouraged her brothers to go away to college to get the best education they could, leaving her without her closest confidants.

She has learned, as an adult, how to make friends and, like all of us, learned through college (oh, the irony) to pretend to be adult enough to get by. Friends do not come easily to her, and neither does trust, but she she gives both she gives them wholeheartedly. This leads some to call her naive, even gullible, but she would rather trust and have that betrayed, when it comes to her close companions, than never take her guard down. She is cautious about making such good friends, and so despite her weakness for "bad boys," (she blames the pirates) she relies on her instincts and much observation to point her towards friends that will not fail her.

Mrs. Darling's ability to see into others' minds translated into Wendy's purposeful sharpening of her own instincts. Common sense and sound judgement rules above all, however. She likes to observe people and work out their character, and although she doesn't have her mother's perception she has a certain small skill in quiet assessment. The one area that she trusts neither her instincts nor her judgment is in love, where her caution is greatest. Despite all this, Wendy's belief has never died, that kind of belief in children that leads them through stone castles that to others seem like overgrown bushes. Farther than imagination, and deeper, it is this belief that fuels her faith in the goodness of those around her, and is the kindling for the still, quiet flame that burns in her heart that tells her than everyone will get their happy ending. And if they don't, Wendy is perfectly willing to wade into the fray and get it for them, because nothing was ever accomplished by sitting down and wringing your hands.

Rambling about is Wendy's favorite thing to do, and if she cannot explore the forest with her trusty GPS at her side, she is making up adventures for the children who come to the bookshop she works out, or taking a trip somewhere for a night, just to see what's there. Although she is always prepared for what these adventures may bring her, she is also open to the possibility of taking the road less traveled, as it were, even if that deviates from her plan. Common sense is all well and good, but sometimes a girl just needs a little adventure.

Wendy doesn't really look her age unless she makes an effort, and it amuses her when she's asked what school she goes to. She does, however, overcompensate for this when she's being professional at the bookshop, so when she isn't telling stories she is being a very serious, businesslike assistant in an effort to gain respect. She hates it when unscrupulous gentleman see her as an easy target, so she won't go to parties without a friend and seems stand-offish or snobbish when really she doesn't know how to talk to new people or she's feeling uncomfortable.

History:
Wendy was born into a rather unusual family. Her father is a successful businessman and her mother, an accountant. They both had a very keen sense of how to stretch a dollar, and so while they were never rich, their family was always well taken care of. In high contrast, their parents also had a foot in the fantastic. Their mother, Mrs. Darling, could touch minds like she touched numbers, and could alter them the same way. She used her powers for good, however, and if occasionally she slipped and got them a good deal on bread and milk and some fresh vegetables, well, who could blame her? There were mouths to feed and Mr. Darling had always been a bit neurotic. Mrs. Darling was also a charming woman. She had connections everywhere, and she used them when the children were young to get them a nanny. And not just any nanny. Nana, (whose real name was Anaya, but forever Nana to the Darling children), was a large Newfoundland with the power of speech and the equally magical ability to manage the Darling children. They were fairly good children on the whole, but their adventures led them far and wide, through mud and briar and deep dark forests, and while Wendy always got them home safe it wasn't always on an adult time schedule.

Mr. Darling was the dictator of the family, the proud patriarch who was gently, and with love, guided behind the scenes by his wife, with his full knowledge and consent (although that was never spoken.) Despite his myriad neuroses and endless worry about finances, he somehow found the time to dabble in classical literature, and with it, had discovered certain ancient rituals. An unimaginative man, he never used them, but he failed to account for highly imaginative children who, seeing that there were ways and means to get to other far distant worlds, would. Such a childhood, bound on both sides by magic and logic, produced several rather curious children. Who, despite not being gifted with magic naturally, had a keen curiosity about it, which of course led them into trouble.

The Darlings' place in the town was also, much like the contradictions of their lives, complicated. They lived in a small house near the edge of town, right on the edge of the forest that held so much fascination to the Darling children. The Darlings, master and mistress, were unabashedly affectionate. Such a love left less time for their children, so while they loved their children with all their hearts, as children Wendy and the boys were often wandering around town or the forest when they could slip away from Nana. Nana was the best of teachers and babysitters alike, but she was not always a match for their ingenuity, so while Mr. and Mrs. Darling were well respected in the community the town felt that the children could have had better care. Several attempts might have been made to put the Darling children into foster care, but the town could not help but love Mrs. Darling, and even without Mrs. Darling's abilities they would not split a family apart. Such an odd push and pull left the Darling children in a difficult situation at school. While everyone knew them, as everyone knew everyone, and they were generally well-liked, there was always a certain look in the other childrens' eyes. A look that said, "We'll play with you, but we don't trust you. You're wild things. " A complicated thing for an ocular organ to convey, but there it was, always staring at them. Such a situation didn't exactly inspire close friendships, and so Wendy and her brothers became an even tighter-knit group, with Wendy sometimes as leader, sometimes as voice of caution, but always there for them.

It was strange, being isolated in a small town, but that was the Darling children all over. Not quite in step with everyone else, and always a step behind, at least in other's eyes. Why should they grow up? There was nothing in grown up life for them, only more expectations and more judgement, so they explored other worlds instead, both in their imagination and in reality. Which it was depending on whether or not it was the fourth Tuesday or they'd rolled out of bed on their lefts, or if they'd seen a maple leaf turned quite right, or any number of other things. It was during one of these adventures that Wendy met Peter Pan, but that is quite another story, one that sometimes Wendy thinks was a dream, and other times is sure it was cold reality.


Wendy, then, grew up to the ripe old age (in her mind) of twenty-one. An associates' at a local community college in creative writing only cemented her desire to write stories for a living, especially fairy stories. The adventures of her youth were turned, by sweat and tears (and occasionally, blood, but they were pirates anyway) into a few works that she has been searching for the right publishing house to give to. She could not bear to see her adventures cheapened by an editor only considered with profit, and so she has recently been considering self-publishing. Working at the small town bookshop, she manages to pay the rent for a small apartment just above, along with Nana's son, Ranvir, who keeps her company and continues Nana's work with the Darling children.

So begins...

Wendy Darling's Story

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#, as written by Issa


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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Alice


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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The water was freezing as Jack plunged into it. He felt it take his breath away, and surged towards the surface, pulling away from the tumbling chaos of the waterfall. As his head broke the surface, he gasped for air, grinning. His heart pounded, adrenaline flooding his veins. He swam to the edge and pulled himself out of the water. The air was warm against his skin compared to the water. He shook his hair like a dog, spraying the surrounding area with water. He had enjoyed that, but was starting to feel lonely. And with that, he decided to head into town and track down somebody to drag into going exploring with him.

He scrambled back up the rock face to where his change of clothes awaited him. He preferred to do anything that involved diving off waterfalls with his trousers on after he'd cut his leg on a sharp rock a few weeks ago. Shirts were too much of a burden, and besides, if you got a cut on your chest or arm, you wouldn't be limping for a week.

Double checking that nobody was around, he changed his underwear and trousers for dry ones and pulled his shirt back on, before swinging his bag onto his back and buckling his sword back around his waist. He scrambled back down the wall face, jumping the last few feet and heading back into town. The bookstore was almost empty, so he decided to pop in and say hello.

"Got any books on killing giants?" He called jokingly as he entered.

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Daniel felt his eyes drop lower the closer he got to town. Everyone glared at him, parents pulling their already cautious children away from him. Of course- it was nearing the full moon, and everyone knew it. When it came to the full moon, they'd check their doors twice and load their shotguns before they went to sleep. And for a few days, he'd forget who he was and allow himself to become all wolf.

But until then, he was just a pariah. His heart pounded as he went into the general store. People skirted away from him as he picked up a carton of milk, and some steak as an afterthought- partially just to wind them up, and because he genuinely fancied steak for dinner that evening. "Good morning." He smiled at the woman serving at the checkout. She nodded, and he felt his heart sink a little. Damn that hunter, and damn Leona Hopewell.

The cafe was open, and he knew he could rely on them for a decent fruit smoothie. He saw Gabriel Leroy sitting outside and had to resist the temptation to growl at him or remind him of the fact that his wolf form had eaten frogs before. He ordered his smoothie and sat a few tables away, the plastic bag by his feet.

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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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"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.