02 - Hatter's Lost His Voice. (Action, if you like.)

[passthetophat]

He was furious. He really was, stomping around in circles outside of his house. Kicking up dirt, punching the wall, and strangely, clutching his hat. He was aware that the returning of his hat had something to do with the losing of his voice, but he hadn't been in town long enough to suspect the postman, of all people

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[numanstan]

[HE WOULD'VE FOUND THIS SO FUCKING HILARIOUS LIKE A FEW MONTHS AGO but Vince knows how much it sucks to lose the ability to communicate.]

Y'alright, mate?

[passthetophat]

A very violent shaking of the head to indicate negativity. And then a middle finger. Not at Vince, but in the direction of the post office.

[numanstan]

... Yeah, that's definitely a problem. Hope whatever y'got was worth it, mate.

[passthetophat]

He gives a frustrated, torn look. He can't really decide if it is or not, but he holds up... his hat.

[numanstan]

[stares at the hat]

Yeah, that's alright, then.

[passthetophat]

He blinks. Like, six times. Looks between Vince and his hat. Anybody besides him who thought that was a fair trade off must be absolutely nutters. But, he likes this guy now, so he gives Vince a firm clap on the shoulder.

[numanstan]

You're gonna need to return it, though, if y'want your voice back.

[passthetophat]

The smile slips from his face almost immediately, and he instantly hugs the hat tight to his chest protectively.

[numanstan]

Then I hope you've got good handwritin', mate, 'cause y'won't be talkin' with anyone anytime soon.

[passthetophat]

His eyebrows draw back, and he looks a little hopeless. His mouth quite clearly forms the word, 'but...'

[numanstan]

Sorry, mate. That's just how things work 'round here.

[he does look legit sad right now

that poor hat]

[passthetophat]

He sticks the hat determinedly on his head, and opens his mouth to talk. It snaps shut again, and he furrows his brow in aggravation. He scratches the back of his neck in confusion, and holds up one finger, before running into the house.

He comes back a second later with a pad of paper and a pen.

[numanstan]

Oh, I can't read too good, but I'll try!

[passthetophat]

He gives an encouraging nod, and starts to scribble in big bold letters,

What

About

You?

Go

To

Post Office?

[numanstan]

Yeah, I went! Got my whole wardrobe back and everythin'!

[passthetophat]

He nods, and scribbles down,

What did they take?