Alice's room is a luxurious suite decorated in a semi-oriental style in red and gold.

"Welcome to my abode," she says with a chuckle.

Alice snarls, pounding on the glass of the Mirror. Damn them, damn them all!

She shrieks, the sound a mix of hate, rage and utter despair, but there's no one there to hear her....

( Warning for violence and disturbing content )

1858:

It is very hard to be reasonable when what you really want to do is shake some sense into someone, Charles Dodgson thought to himself.

Were they blind? Couldn't they see that there was something deeply wrong with Alice Liddell? The emotional outbursts, the deliberate cruelty, the false guilt and remorse when she was caught....it was all ( Read more... )

She has to repress the urge to crow in triumph when Claudia is back through the door and she's standing in the most curious bar she's ever seen.

Still, she has unfinished business. They can get here too, and so long as the Mirror is whole, they can cage her in it again.

Alice moves to open the Door, and nothing happens. She snarls in rage, ( Read more... )

There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good,
She was very, very good,
But when she was bad, she was horrid.

- English Nursery Rhyme

Nobody is as blind as those who refuse to see. There were signs of what Alice would become, if anyone had been paying attention.

"Here Dinah, here kitty," Alice ( Read more... )

Alice drives up to the Warehouse, and rubs the coin between her fingers. She ignores the sharp pain as visions of the future pass in front of her eyes.

Walking through the door, down the Umbilicus, looking into the strange blue device that is the retinal scanner.

Entering the office and seeing a hammer on the edge of the desk.

Alice snaps back to the ( Read more... )

The trouble with the earpiece, as far as the good guys are concerned, is that it works both ways. Alice can listen to what Pete is saying, and what people are saying to him.

"Jillian. Hi, name's Pete. Look, you're in trouble, and I'm here to help. That chip that you have? The one that's changed your luck? Hey!"A woman answers, presumably Jillian ( Read more... )

Alice runs a hand along the wall, relishing the feel of the wallpaper under her hand. It's been so long, so very long, since she could feel anything but the cold, hungry, glass of the mirror. A century and more of being unable to smell, or taste or touch. Catching only what fragments of other people's lives passed close to that thrice damned ( Read more... )

There are two other Warehouse 13 players in the Bar, and it will be fun for them and me to be able to do some canon together.  Also, I have non-concrete plans to use Alice to give one of my other characters difficulties.  Alice will likely only be in the Bar for a short time and then retired, as she is being brought in for a plot.  This is probably ( Read more... )