Wonderland Condiment Disaster

[maylookataking]

[The Cheshire Cat floated down into the break room, although his last little trouble with the Woody Pride button was fun, he still felt like there needed more excitement around here. He hummed as he floated on to the glass table in the middle

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{Because I couldn't resist, hee}

[boxofcomfits]

"Oh, biscuits!"

Perhaps the biscuit was lying upside-down, so that the words were facing the bowl and not Alice. Contrariwise, perhaps the words were visible but the treats looked so very tasty and it was almost tea-time ... and they couldn't be the same sort as she had had long ago, could they?

For whatever reason, Alice picked up one of the chocolate chip biscuits and started nibbling.

Then she started shrinking.

"Oh, not again!" she exclaimed, more than a bit annoyed. "Only, I thought this occurred the other way round last time .... I suppose I ought to search for a bottle labeled 'Drink Me' now."

And so ten-inch high Alice began to look about the room, either for something to return her to her proper size, or something to occupy her time (and hopefully amuse her-one's time could very well be occupied by something unpleasant and as Alice had already been shrunk she would rather it not be something unpleasant. That would quite ruin her afternoon) until the effects of the clever confection wore off.

{{OOC: Also, late reply is

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[inthistyle]

Walks in, it’s normal day for Hatter. Quite normal, nothing out of the ordinary at all account for the mustard knife he left in his tea, he whistled a happy little tune on his way to the door. The Mad Hatter opened the door with a smile, “Another day another… Alice?”

Looks down, little Alice is little. Dear lord he thought he had enough problems with the time, but this, “Oh goodness you're as tall as a daisy in July… Wait a minute, what did you eat… or drink?”

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[boxofcomfits]

"Mr Hatter! You're ever so tall." Alice craned her neck up to converse.

"Oh, this won't work! I'll have a sore neck before long," she thought to herself. Aha! A crate of some sort! After some manoeuvring, she was able to climb atop (how helpful of it to be just sitting there).

"I seem to have shrunk. I do think it may have been brought on by those biscuits" here Alice waved in the vague direction of the table from whence they had come (she couldn't quite point it out well, but figured Mr Hatter would be able to catch on), "I should have simply left them there."

(Yes, Alice is slightly annoyed with herself. Especially since she could not reach the Drink Me bottle to remedy her situation.)

[inthistyle]

The Hatter bent down and tilted his head slightly. She was ever so small right now, although he remembered when she small, but this was much smaller. Ever so much so. The Hatter couldn't help but smirk at her dismay, "Dear me Alice, and I would think you would know better than that!"

Though with a point of redeeming the situation, the Hatter knew what to do, "However, what does down must go up and so on and so forth."

Reaching over the Hatter poured Alice a cup of the drink, he sniffed it and lifted his eyebrow, "I would have thought they would put carrots in this mix, there's always room to grow on veggies you know! Though it does have an awful taste!"

The Hatter put the cup next to Alice, "Don't drink too much or you'll hit the ceiling again."

[boxofcomfits]

"I have always been told I'm far too curious for my own good. And the biscuits were not even as good as they looked," Alice replied with a frown. "I'm sure the taste must be affected somehow by the, ah, added properties."

She watched as Mr Hatter poured a cup from the Drink Me bottle and placed it beside her.

"Thank you. It would have taken me ages to procure some-and I am not inclined at present to wait for the effects to wear off on their own ..." (She was far more grateful than she might have sounded.)

Unfortunately, Alice realised another problem with her situation. At her present height, she was only twice as tall as the cup containing the drink that would reverse her shrinking. How was she to consume the beverage? The cup was far too heavy for her lift at this size-and she certainly could not use her hands (the very idea!).

"You would not happen to have a thimble about you, would you?" She looked up at him hopefully. "I'm afraid I am too small and the cup is too large."

[inthistyle]

“Can’t reach the top can you? Always the problem I find it is that I can always reach the bottom, but never the top,” The Hatter commented with a chuckle. As he lowered himself to Alice’s level, he started to ponder whether he had something better for her in his pocket. Knowing he probably does have a thimble somewhere.

“Hm, now let’s see, where is it…”The Hatter reached into his pockets, trying to find what he could. Biting the edge of his tongue he took out various things, including his pocket watch, a couple of tea bags, a jar of honey, a ball of yarn, and finally a little thimble. “Aha! I knew I had one in here somewhere!” Hatter exclaimed and poured the cup into the little thimble, he then set it back down to Alice, “I hope you’ll know what the right size is for you.”

[boxofcomfits]

Even though she was wasn't in the best sort of mood (unexpected shrinking often has this side effect), Alice couldn't help but laugh at the contents of Mr Hatter's pockets. (She often wondered how he could fit so many things in them.)

She accepted the thimble gratefully and quirked an eyebrow. "Well, I don't intend on drinking the lot-I've spent an afternoon going between sizes in quick succession and it becomes quite tedious before long."

To be sure that the Drink Me liquid would not make her grow too much (out-growing a room is quite uncomfortable), Alice took a small sip from thimble (and as she was presently a tiny Alice this was a very small sip indeed

[inthistyle]

The Mad Hatter chuckled at the moment she reached 3 feet tall, it’s as if she was a child again. Though once she was back to normal, he was quite content at her proper height for her age now. The Mad Hatter folded his arms, “Well this is a good height for you indeed, wouldn’t like it if you had reached the ceiling again