Jun 19, 2010 18:45
[Today finds Alice milling through a typical Saturday evening's crowd down this street and that. All in all things have been quiet, which is to say that they have been uneventful by most standards. Where the City is concerned, curses seem not to care for her or simply not notice her; she hasn't decided which it is and continues to think it might be best left as such. Having long since traded in her armor, the blonde wears a blue dress, airy as befitting the season and of course no inclusion of the likes of a corset or unnecessary stockings. It pleases her to dress as she likes, to read what she wants, and to have been reunited with a friend she would not see, perhaps for a bit longer than the blink of an eye she had supposed it to be. All this being true, Hatter has been fast at his work and his love of hat-making, but that leaves the girl with some time on her hands to explore everything from the gardens of Xanadu to the seashore and elsewhere.
At the moment, she walks through the City Proper, pausing to stare at what can only be one of the more 'modern' stores with mannequins wearing clothing that seems to be made of too little cloth to constitute the product. Thin tops and the shortest trousers she has ever seen, but this does not hold her interest for longer than a few seconds, turning away to continue down the street, putting to memory a shop with knicknacks and a bakery with especially talented frosting work on display. In ways, this world between worlds is an intriguing mish-mashery of England and aspects of the Underland Alice so long felt to be a dream, and the result is that she falls into what she knows may be the minority of citizens--the one that sees the City itself not as a source of antagonism but a puzzlebox. There is just the matter of finding out where one might fit into that puzzle and what it all might mean for the duration of his or her stay.
Certainly, it is something she is still working on, to say the least, but not an unwelcome pursuit.]