[Taking a walk with his lady is not an unusual activity for this particular Mad Hatter. After all, now that food is a necessity, trips must be made to the store--and he needs to soon set Gilbert to doing that, for that would work far better--and walks in this sort of weather are pleasant...and may lead to all sorts of pleasant information revealed.
But when he spies the man before them, it gives even him pause.
...How strange. He tilts his head, looking at the man. There is certainly a strange sort of familiarity, as if he had heard about someone similar before.
[She glances towards Break as he speaks, then looking towards the peculiar man for herself. And for a moment, she has to marvel at his hat. It was awfully large, far too large to be practical in the slightest.
And as he seemed deep in thought, he must be contemplating something. Then she had to consider of all the recent arrivals... and she arrived at her answer. She stepped ahead of Break to approach the man, though not too far ahead should this person prove to be dangerous.]
[The Hatter spotted the two approaching him, he clapped his hands together in delight.]
Oh hello there! You must be the residents!
[He said with glee as he practically hopped toward them, he chuckled. Although, the Hatter waved his clock about.]
I was just checking the day of the month, can you believe it’s two days slow? Again?! No good devices these days can be fixed, even with the best butter.
[He shoved the pocket watch back in his pocket with the roll of his eyes. The Hatter forgot his attention until he saw they were just staring at him. It no sooner reminded him about his tea party buddies and grinned.]
Oh yes, have you see a March Hare and Dormouse by chance?
[The Hatter gave a frown and crossed his arms as he looked away for a minute.]
Well, bugger, that won’t do at all. We all started on the 14th of March we were to have tea together-or was it the 15th, no 16th! Must write that down.
[He looked back at the two.]
Oh how do you do then? Are you well acquainted with this area? I seem to have lost my way, not in Wonderland it seems. Where am I? This doesn’t looks like a chessboard I’ve seen either at all. Perhaps if I walk backwards, I can go back to where I came?
[The Mad Hatter stood patting his finger against his chin in thought. Trying to recollect what he was doing here.]
But when he spies the man before them, it gives even him pause.
...How strange. He tilts his head, looking at the man. There is certainly a strange sort of familiarity, as if he had heard about someone similar before.
And a murmur.]
How curious.
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And as he seemed deep in thought, he must be contemplating something. Then she had to consider of all the recent arrivals... and she arrived at her answer. She stepped ahead of Break to approach the man, though not too far ahead should this person prove to be dangerous.]
Is something ailing you, sir?
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Oh hello there! You must be the residents!
[He said with glee as he practically hopped toward them, he chuckled. Although, the Hatter waved his clock about.]
I was just checking the day of the month, can you believe it’s two days slow? Again?! No good devices these days can be fixed, even with the best butter.
[He shoved the pocket watch back in his pocket with the roll of his eyes. The Hatter forgot his attention until he saw they were just staring at him. It no sooner reminded him about his tea party buddies and grinned.]
Oh yes, have you see a March Hare and Dormouse by chance?
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Not as of late, sir.
[And a turn towards her servant.]
Break? Have you seen anyone fitting that description?
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Ridiculous.
He smiles, a cheery smile with a hidden razor sharp edge.]
I am afraid that the Dormouse you are searching for is not here, nor will you find the March Hare.
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Well, bugger, that won’t do at all. We all started on the 14th of March we were to have tea together-or was it the 15th, no 16th! Must write that down.
[He looked back at the two.]
Oh how do you do then? Are you well acquainted with this area? I seem to have lost my way, not in Wonderland it seems. Where am I? This doesn’t looks like a chessboard I’ve seen either at all. Perhaps if I walk backwards, I can go back to where I came?
[The Mad Hatter stood patting his finger against his chin in thought. Trying to recollect what he was doing here.]
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