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[beginswithm]

(OOM: Ace and River had a bet. There were fried paradoxes on the line (as well as a few geckos). So who better to settle the matter than an eye-witnessThe front door opens, pale bandaged (and thimbled) fingers curling around the door edge as the one who opened it cautiously peers into the room

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[jeweled_asp]

Cleopatra looks at the colorful man with wide eyes. Now...she'd consider him an impossible thing.

It's hard to surprise this Queen. Congratulations.

[beginswithm]

Of course he isn't impossible! He's here, isn't he? And very cautiously taking stock of his surroundings. So far he's assured that his hat is in place, his cravat is still reasonably fluffy, his various needles and threads and such are all in place...

And so far, no one has yelled 'off with his head', which he considers a fantastic turn of events.

[jeweled_asp]

Someone in his surroundings is watching him check his various...stuff.

She hasn't decided what exactly to say to him yet. She's still formulating, and wondering what the hell he is.

[beginswithm]

And still, no one has said 'off with his head', or anything fiendish like that... still, this does not look like Underland. Or Overland. And while it is a bit outlandish, it isn't Outlandish.

What he really needs is a lot of tea. And perhaps a scone.

[happy_kender]

(OOC mind a Kender?)

[beginswithm]

(OOC: If you would like to send one? *blinks* Is there a reason I wouldn't want a Kender? *cannot think of one?*)

[happy_kender]

(OOC *Squees* Mind if said Kender acquires something of the Hatter's?)

There is a small elf like creature looks up at him.

"Hi, there! Is this your first time in Milliways?" he asked, "And I like your hat!"

[beginswithm]

(OOC: Only if you mind if Hatter tries to kill/seriously maim him. Hatter's... touchy. Very. Even Chessur only gets to borrow things, and only on very special occasions.)

The Hatter snatches the hat off of his head and cradles it firmly, glaring at the elf-like creature.

It is his hat. It is a very important hat. Because... it is his. Logic doesn't have to be non-circular to be correct.

[queenofmay]

There is a a young woman of noble bearing not too far off from the side of the door who appears to be resting her eyes, one hand curled so her cheek rest upon it where her arms rests elbow to the table.

Beside her? A notably, obvious, tea service cart.

It is loaded with all the works.

[beginswithm]

Oh, goodness.

You see.

He did leave all of the tea things on the other side of the door, and ever since he was obliged to kill time, it has been tea time, and there's nothing quite as calming as a good cup of tea.

But it is very difficult to ask for one, when the lady in question appears to be asleep.

He finds himself just a few feet away, his fingers working anxiously. Maybe if he asked... it wouldn't matter if she was too asleep to answer? The asking would be sufficient, he's... almost sure.

[queenofmay]

Thankfully, it's not actually asleep. She shifts after a second, her hand shift from her cheek, to pinch the bride of her nose, and spread so her finger brush across her eyes. It's not that she isn't exhausted, every day in her home is. It's only that this is the only place that is one ounce safe now.

This is the only place she can safely close her eyes now.
But habits only last so long, and brushing them, they are opened again.

Which catching sight of someone so close caused Marian to start for second, "Oh, my apologies, did you need something?"

[beginswithm]

He starts as well, his hands curling back towards his chest, away from the tea things.

"Ah, well, it isn't so much a question of needing, though perhaps a question of wanting, or even thinking about, though that isn't nearly so dreadfully urgent - nothing is, you see, not since I was obliged to kill time, onery fellow that he is..."

He may be well set to ramble on forever.

[creator_raven]

There is another figure, skinny and raggedy and on the way to monochrome, blinking at him from a nearby table.

His neck is turned to a very strange angle.

A painful-looking angle, some might say.

Maybe it is inspired by all the bright colors.

Especially the hair.

[beginswithm]

The hair is something of a family speciality.

When there was a family, anyway. But still, it is true Hightopp red (though whether that color comes from nature or nuture, the clan never said).

The more colorful gangly figure takes another step into the room, looking both utterly bewildered and rather comfortable in himself all at the same time.

(It's a talent).

[creator_raven]

Raven flicks a cookie at him.

It looks like an icing-ed sheep.

With teeth.

It is not a symbol.