we're all mad here

[mister_hatter]

Characters: Xerxes Break + Open
When: Dreamscape Event
Where: In his dreams.
Rating: Going to go with anything up to an R for violence.
Summary: Beware the Jabberwock, my sons.

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[dreams_are_mine]

The strange creatures don't scare Rhode particularly. But clearly the tea party is the more desirable destination to be at, and so she ducks a clawed and skips over a slashing talon, closing the gate and flinging herself into a seat at the table, looking at the host with wide, curious eyes.

"Mister Break, isn't it?"

[mister_hatter]

"Little Miss Dreamwriter. You aren't here to eat me up, are you?"

He offers her a plate of cupakes, enticing her closer.

"Not at a teaparty like this."

[dreams_are_mine]

"Rhode." She corrects, leaning her elbows on the table, knees on the chair so that she's reaching over to take a cupcake. Enticement one hundred percent effective.

"You don't look very tasty." But the cupcakes do.

[mister_hatter]

"Aw, you'll hurt my feelings."

But he holds the plate steady, and grins when she takes one, setting it down and nabbing one for himself.

[dreams_are_mine]

"No I won't." She leans back and pours herself some tea, before using her finger to scoop some of the frosting off the cupcake and lick it, legs swinging from her seat as she looks at Break.

"Is this your dream?"

[mister_hatter]

"It is. It's one of the nice ones."

He nods, happily.

[dreams_are_mine]

"There are monsters." Rhode points out the obvious, peeling the wrapper from her cupcake and nibbling at it while she sips her tea. "Your nightmares must not be very nice if this is a nice dream."

[mister_hatter]

"Yes, but they're out there and we're in here."

He points out, happily.

"And you know what my nightmares are like."

[dreams_are_mine]

Rhode looks at Break curiously, licking more frosting off her fingers. So many things she's forgotten, it seems. And apparently more than she guesses.

"Do I? I don't remember." She sets her tea down and leans forward, attentively. "Tell~ me?"

[mister_hatter]

"Finish your tea, then come see for yourself."

Something outside the little enclosure burbles.

[dreams_are_mine]

"Do you want me to visit?" She picks up another sweet, picking at it contentedly. "I'm not against seeing, but I hate forgetting."

Rhode looks at her host, tilting her head. "You'll guide me, won't you?" it seems like such an innocent request, it could almost be believed.

[mister_hatter]

"Something like that."

His tone could almost be sweet.

[dreams_are_mine]

Rhode laughs and sets the remains of her mangled sweets and the tea down, reaching a hand for Break. She hops off the chair, looking at him expectantly.

"Aren't you coming, then?"

[mister_hatter]

"Of course."

He stands, and offers her his arm.

[dreams_are_mine]

Rhode takes the arm cheerfully, looping her elbow with Break's like a lady should.

"Why do you dream of monsters?"

[mister_hatter]

"Because that's all I've ever known."

And to illustrate, his own Mad Hatter flares above them. The tophat is bedecked with cards, roses, pins, barbed wire and bloody ribbons. The cloak is clasped with a mirror, a skull, chains. Other than that, it's nothing, but a disembodied, floating eye. It spans easily over the entire party area, tattered coat flapping.

"And because they know me."