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Who: Alice. P. Liddell (and anybody else)
When: The day after her chat with Elphie, after her initial arrival
Where: In the Hotel Library
What: Alice goes in search of new poetry, as well as other hotel guests
There were only two ways Alice could have woken up that morning.
Confused by the fact she was not rousing in her familiar bed, safe in her room at her family's holiday estate, or the more likely of the two; alert with bubbling curiosity. Luckily, chance found her with the latter.
She had slept in her clothes, too tired to have taken them off at the time she got in the night before, and had been visited in her dreams by the Cheshire Cat.
While a pleasant sight at first, the Cheshire Cat had eventually lead her to the table of the March Hare and Mad Hatter, much to Alice's annoyance. She noticed that the Dormouse was oddly absent, but gained the familiar, indigent response came from the other two as she seated herself at one end of the long table.
"No room!" they cried in unison.
"There's plenty of room." sneered Alice, brow crinkling.
"You've not cut your hair," remarked the Hatter, grinning, "Even after my advice. It's length does not suit you."
Alice scoffed and said nothing.
"We were wanting to remind her," the March Hare muttered rather angrily to the Hatter, who nodded and gave a rather weary sigh.
He turned to Alice and, in a rather serious tone of voice, said "You ought not get dismayed. You thought so yourself, during dinner."
Suddenly she was sitting across the table from Dean Winchester, whose grin was getting wider by the moment.
"Like I was saying," he went on, ears lengthening and whiskers forming out of his handsome cheeks, "If you are ever feeling homesick, don't forget, you could always fall asleep and dream of going home - or anywhere else for that matter."
With a single wink of his eye Mr. Winchester became the Cheshire Cat, and in another instant he had vanished from sight, leaving Alice by herself at the table feeling not exactly happy but certainly not dismayed.
In the morning after her bath (she had found the bathroom in her suite most luxurious and felt almost undeserving of such pampering) she had descended the fourth floor staircase and arrived back at the lobby, Dinah in tow. To her astonishment she had managed to find the dinning hall on her first attempt, even though she was sure the door leading in had not been the same as Mr. Winchester had previously shown her.
After breakfast she had resumed the opening and closing of doorways in the corridor outside the lobby when, at last, she had discovered entry into the library - her ultimate goal.
Now she stood amidst an endless forest of library bookcases, taller perhaps than anything she could have ever dreamt up.
"My," she gawked, eyes wide, "This is far grander even than the Oxford one."
Dinah purred quietly at her feet, quite enjoying the peace and quiet of her new surroundings.
"This way, Dinah," Alice commanded softly, creeping forth slowly. "Let us see if there are any good books on poetry here. It would be lovely to memorize a new poem."
Secretly, she hoped to come across another hotel guest. She had quite enjoyed talking to Elphie the night before, and she had very much enjoyed Mr. Winchester's company. As she walked on she pondered who else she might meet at her time spent in this strange, exciting new place, and found herself murmuring her own little poem.
How doth the little Alice child investigate her book/ And memorize the words within/ By giving just one look. How cheerfully she seems to smile / When strangers pass around/ Startling all who talk to her /With poetry renowned!
When: The day after her chat with Elphie, after her initial arrival
Where: In the Hotel Library
What: Alice goes in search of new poetry, as well as other hotel guests
There were only two ways Alice could have woken up that morning.
Confused by the fact she was not rousing in her familiar bed, safe in her room at her family's holiday estate, or the more likely of the two; alert with bubbling curiosity. Luckily, chance found her with the latter.
She had slept in her clothes, too tired to have taken them off at the time she got in the night before, and had been visited in her dreams by the Cheshire Cat.
While a pleasant sight at first, the Cheshire Cat had eventually lead her to the table of the March Hare and Mad Hatter, much to Alice's annoyance. She noticed that the Dormouse was oddly absent, but gained the familiar, indigent response came from the other two as she seated herself at one end of the long table.
"No room!" they cried in unison.
"There's plenty of room." sneered Alice, brow crinkling.
"You've not cut your hair," remarked the Hatter, grinning, "Even after my advice. It's length does not suit you."
Alice scoffed and said nothing.
"We were wanting to remind her," the March Hare muttered rather angrily to the Hatter, who nodded and gave a rather weary sigh.
He turned to Alice and, in a rather serious tone of voice, said "You ought not get dismayed. You thought so yourself, during dinner."
Suddenly she was sitting across the table from Dean Winchester, whose grin was getting wider by the moment.
"Like I was saying," he went on, ears lengthening and whiskers forming out of his handsome cheeks, "If you are ever feeling homesick, don't forget, you could always fall asleep and dream of going home - or anywhere else for that matter."
With a single wink of his eye Mr. Winchester became the Cheshire Cat, and in another instant he had vanished from sight, leaving Alice by herself at the table feeling not exactly happy but certainly not dismayed.
In the morning after her bath (she had found the bathroom in her suite most luxurious and felt almost undeserving of such pampering) she had descended the fourth floor staircase and arrived back at the lobby, Dinah in tow. To her astonishment she had managed to find the dinning hall on her first attempt, even though she was sure the door leading in had not been the same as Mr. Winchester had previously shown her.
After breakfast she had resumed the opening and closing of doorways in the corridor outside the lobby when, at last, she had discovered entry into the library - her ultimate goal.
Now she stood amidst an endless forest of library bookcases, taller perhaps than anything she could have ever dreamt up.
"My," she gawked, eyes wide, "This is far grander even than the Oxford one."
Dinah purred quietly at her feet, quite enjoying the peace and quiet of her new surroundings.
"This way, Dinah," Alice commanded softly, creeping forth slowly. "Let us see if there are any good books on poetry here. It would be lovely to memorize a new poem."
Secretly, she hoped to come across another hotel guest. She had quite enjoyed talking to Elphie the night before, and she had very much enjoyed Mr. Winchester's company. As she walked on she pondered who else she might meet at her time spent in this strange, exciting new place, and found herself murmuring her own little poem.
How doth the little Alice child investigate her book/ And memorize the words within/ By giving just one look. How cheerfully she seems to smile / When strangers pass around/ Startling all who talk to her /With poetry renowned!