♚ {Sixteen}
[Voice Post]
((Click!))
((There's a small "mew" in the background, and perhaps the sound of a few birds, some faint noises of the City... But it's quiet...))
Well, Book, Snowdrop, it seems I'm eight years old now. Or, rather, I have been since yesterday--sometime yesterday, I think.
Although, I do wonder how birthdays work. Is it the moment that I wake up that I change ages? Or perhaps I change at midnight--oh! Like one of the curses! Or perhaps it happens gradually through the day that I go from one age to the other. I suppose if one is especially particular, one could say that one doesn't change ages until the exact moment one is born. Which I think would be very complicated. It's rather like trying to figure out whether midnight belongs to one day or another, I think. Or like trying to decided when Christmas Day begins, since it's certainly Christmas Day when one wakes up on Christmas Day, but when did it become Christmas Day in the night?
So, either way, Snowdrop, I shall declare that this is my first complete day of being eight.
((A small pause as she acknowledges her eight-ness.))
I suppose being eight doesn't feel especially different from being seven, or even seven and a half. And this is certainly a much better way to grow than the other ways I had been growing--far too tall and far too fast, and then growing small again just as fast! I know there must be curses that cause that sort of thing, but, really, those only last until midnight--which I suppose answer another one of my questions, doesn't it?
Oh, but I suppose that means it's been another six months since last I was at home--my real home, I mean. Only, I got here in September, when it was November when I was Dinah and her kittens--yes, it was November, because the boys were out gathering firewood for the bonfire. But, then I went into the Looking-Glass House, and I've no idea what time of year it was there, only the garden was blooming, so perhaps it was summer. So it's been six months at home, but eight months here, and I've no idea how long I was on the other side of the looking-glass, but it can't have been all that long. Either way, that sum doesn't figure at all. I've got two extra months that I shouldn't have. So I wonder if I'm not really eight and two months? Or, rather, perhaps I'm turning eight in another two months. And I shan't even go into all the nonsense about 'un-birthdays' at all.
((Another brief pause: more than likely, she's collected Snowdrop into her lap...))
I'm quite glad there isn't a curse today--or yesterday either. After the last one, I should be very glad if there weren't any more at all. I hadn't thought it was such a miserable one at first, but Blue was quite upset about it. I rather thought perhaps I was wandering back to the other side of the looking-glass, somehow. After all, I did see Humpty Dumpty sitting on the wall outside my window. And the Lion and the Unicorn were here and very much fighting for their crown.
Only, really, it was more like they'd got into the City rather than the City had got into the Looking-Glass Country.
Well, I suppose they're all back where they belong again--or so I certainly hope. The City is quite confusing enough without them...although, Snowdrop, don't you think that they suited the City a little? The City is just as confusing as the Looking-Glass Country, I think, and more than a little like it. I wonder if it might not be something like the Looking-Glass Country itself, though I'm not sure how.
Well...since I don't seem to be leaving here nearly so fast as I left the other peculiar places I've visited, I shall have more than enough time to think about it.
And I did say I wanted to write a book about all my adventures. Book, perhaps you can help me. I should very much like it, if you would.
((Another small mew and a brief moment of fumbling--the cat is getting restless and Alice reaches to turn off her Network device again with a--))
((Click.))
[//voice post ends]
[ooc: Wow, do I fail. I'd been planning to mention Alice's birthday for weeks now, but I just realized that yesterday was Alice's birthday--it was also Alice Liddell's birthday and some of the going theories about how old book!Alice is hinge upon a few reference to Alice's birthday and half-birthday being the dates of her arrival in Wonderland and the Looking-Glass House, along with some references to being "seven and a half" and a soon-to-happen Guy Fawkes Day bonfire in Through the Looking-Glass among a handful of other things. Now, in my intense genius, I'd been thinking her birthday was today, but, nooo...I'm wrong. Damn it, memory. And I'd wanted to make note of it too. /quietly tries to clean up the pieces ;3;]
((Click!))
((There's a small "mew" in the background, and perhaps the sound of a few birds, some faint noises of the City... But it's quiet...))
Well, Book, Snowdrop, it seems I'm eight years old now. Or, rather, I have been since yesterday--sometime yesterday, I think.
Although, I do wonder how birthdays work. Is it the moment that I wake up that I change ages? Or perhaps I change at midnight--oh! Like one of the curses! Or perhaps it happens gradually through the day that I go from one age to the other. I suppose if one is especially particular, one could say that one doesn't change ages until the exact moment one is born. Which I think would be very complicated. It's rather like trying to figure out whether midnight belongs to one day or another, I think. Or like trying to decided when Christmas Day begins, since it's certainly Christmas Day when one wakes up on Christmas Day, but when did it become Christmas Day in the night?
So, either way, Snowdrop, I shall declare that this is my first complete day of being eight.
((A small pause as she acknowledges her eight-ness.))
I suppose being eight doesn't feel especially different from being seven, or even seven and a half. And this is certainly a much better way to grow than the other ways I had been growing--far too tall and far too fast, and then growing small again just as fast! I know there must be curses that cause that sort of thing, but, really, those only last until midnight--which I suppose answer another one of my questions, doesn't it?
Oh, but I suppose that means it's been another six months since last I was at home--my real home, I mean. Only, I got here in September, when it was November when I was Dinah and her kittens--yes, it was November, because the boys were out gathering firewood for the bonfire. But, then I went into the Looking-Glass House, and I've no idea what time of year it was there, only the garden was blooming, so perhaps it was summer. So it's been six months at home, but eight months here, and I've no idea how long I was on the other side of the looking-glass, but it can't have been all that long. Either way, that sum doesn't figure at all. I've got two extra months that I shouldn't have. So I wonder if I'm not really eight and two months? Or, rather, perhaps I'm turning eight in another two months. And I shan't even go into all the nonsense about 'un-birthdays' at all.
((Another brief pause: more than likely, she's collected Snowdrop into her lap...))
I'm quite glad there isn't a curse today--or yesterday either. After the last one, I should be very glad if there weren't any more at all. I hadn't thought it was such a miserable one at first, but Blue was quite upset about it. I rather thought perhaps I was wandering back to the other side of the looking-glass, somehow. After all, I did see Humpty Dumpty sitting on the wall outside my window. And the Lion and the Unicorn were here and very much fighting for their crown.
Only, really, it was more like they'd got into the City rather than the City had got into the Looking-Glass Country.
Well, I suppose they're all back where they belong again--or so I certainly hope. The City is quite confusing enough without them...although, Snowdrop, don't you think that they suited the City a little? The City is just as confusing as the Looking-Glass Country, I think, and more than a little like it. I wonder if it might not be something like the Looking-Glass Country itself, though I'm not sure how.
Well...since I don't seem to be leaving here nearly so fast as I left the other peculiar places I've visited, I shall have more than enough time to think about it.
And I did say I wanted to write a book about all my adventures. Book, perhaps you can help me. I should very much like it, if you would.
((Another small mew and a brief moment of fumbling--the cat is getting restless and Alice reaches to turn off her Network device again with a--))
((Click.))
[//voice post ends]
[ooc: Wow, do I fail. I'd been planning to mention Alice's birthday for weeks now, but I just realized that yesterday was Alice's birthday--it was also Alice Liddell's birthday and some of the going theories about how old book!Alice is hinge upon a few reference to Alice's birthday and half-birthday being the dates of her arrival in Wonderland and the Looking-Glass House, along with some references to being "seven and a half" and a soon-to-happen Guy Fawkes Day bonfire in Through the Looking-Glass among a handful of other things. Now, in my intense genius, I'd been thinking her birthday was today, but, nooo...I'm wrong. Damn it, memory. And I'd wanted to make note of it too. /quietly tries to clean up the pieces ;3;]