The Mad Hatter /01/ "We Got a Mad One Here"
WHO: The Mad Hatter and Anyone else
WHERE: Espoir, on the walk way
STYLE: Either, probably start off at Third
STATUS: Open
A man walked through the village with a rather large hat on. As he walked, he seemed to be humming a tune to himself and didn’t quite seem aware of his surroundings. This Mad Hatter, was in a world of his own, and didn’t seem to realize that some people may have been staring at him. He tapped his fingers across his chin and started to ponder if this place had any similarity to where he lived. Obviously, this wasn’t Wonderland, but where in the world was it?
“Well, as soon as I see the March Hare, I will promptly ask him where we are,” The Mad Hatter told himself, “It is awfully rude to run off during a tea party after all.” This man does seem truly unaware that his tea party has been cut to a short notice, simply because this world wasn’t his anymore.
Soon the Hatter arrived to the edge of the walkway by the fields. He crossed his arms and tapped his large shoe against the pavement. This was just ridiculous, how could his friends leave him somewhere without informing him where he was. They could at least warn him before doing something, wouldn’t Father Time be upset at this situation anyway? Since they never informed the Hatter before the time he got there, then he might be stuck here! Gracious! Oh what will he do then?
The Hatter leaned up against the building, trying his best to concentrate, but immediately started to think of what day of the month it is. He then proceeded to take out his pocket watch to see if it was working at all. Sadly, it is still two days slow.
WHERE: Espoir, on the walk way
STYLE: Either, probably start off at Third
STATUS: Open
A man walked through the village with a rather large hat on. As he walked, he seemed to be humming a tune to himself and didn’t quite seem aware of his surroundings. This Mad Hatter, was in a world of his own, and didn’t seem to realize that some people may have been staring at him. He tapped his fingers across his chin and started to ponder if this place had any similarity to where he lived. Obviously, this wasn’t Wonderland, but where in the world was it?
“Well, as soon as I see the March Hare, I will promptly ask him where we are,” The Mad Hatter told himself, “It is awfully rude to run off during a tea party after all.” This man does seem truly unaware that his tea party has been cut to a short notice, simply because this world wasn’t his anymore.
Soon the Hatter arrived to the edge of the walkway by the fields. He crossed his arms and tapped his large shoe against the pavement. This was just ridiculous, how could his friends leave him somewhere without informing him where he was. They could at least warn him before doing something, wouldn’t Father Time be upset at this situation anyway? Since they never informed the Hatter before the time he got there, then he might be stuck here! Gracious! Oh what will he do then?
The Hatter leaned up against the building, trying his best to concentrate, but immediately started to think of what day of the month it is. He then proceeded to take out his pocket watch to see if it was working at all. Sadly, it is still two days slow.