[Alice is determined to find her Hatter, so much so, in fact, that she's gone ahead and gotten to work on that tea party she had invited you all to not so long ago! She's gone to a lot of effort, you see, and - along with the help of a certain cabin boy named Siran (who, unbeknownst to Alice, has slipped in a few little savory tricks, uh oh) -
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That is, until she tried the sponge cake. Now currently a brilliant combination of ever changing colors, Mikaela glowers in a corner, sipping at something that is definitely NOT tea.]
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Oh and also, guess who's fifteen inches taller now? He's only an inch below Sal. Oh, dear.]
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..wait. Up?
Mmm. Niiiice.]
Hey, Cyrus. Go through a growth spurt?
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You could say that. I ate... something, and bam, I'm a giant.
[He squints. There's swirling rainbows in his vague, blurry vision.]
And seeing colors, too. That's new.
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Still, she's hungry. With a little sigh, she gingerly selects a lemon cookie, cringing even as she bites it.
And, with a growl, she flings it to the ground when she feels the adorable little cat ears sprout. How HILARIOUS.
Screw this boat.]
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Is everything alrig--?
[Oh, there's cat ears on top of Anna's head. He blinked a few times before lowering his head.]
I guess not.
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Ah...it is...not what I was expecting when I ate a cookie, yes?
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Yes. I thought this would be harmless as well, I was mistaken.
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And not as amused about it, but!]
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Spying Mikaela, Cliff lumbers on over, munching on the remainder of the sponge cake as he goes.]
Hey, check it out! We're matching.
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...Yeah. Sure looks like it, huh? I feel like a rainbow.
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His pants were not meant to accommodate a tail. Not only that, it's not listening to him, and the more aggravated he gets with it, the more angrily it thwaps.
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Fine, tail. He'll SIT ON YOU okay or not, that kind of hurts. Nevermind. He'll just stand over here. Near the booze. And drink lots of it seriously, tail, cut it out!]
For fuck's sake.
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She approaches this man with the tail, all smiles and white bunny ears, reminiscent of Nivens McTwisp.]
Ah, hello! Would like a cookie, or perhaps a piece of cake? There's quite a bit to go around, I admit that Siran and I might just have made a bit more than was necessary.
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Well, at least he's not the only one. By a longshot, looks like.]
Thanks, sweetheart, but I think I'll pass. Wouldn't want to eat too many and make myself sick, y'know? The tea is plenty good for me.
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I see you tried one of the lemon ones, odd thing to happen, don't you think? I find it a bit remarkable myself, and terribly amusing - I've always liked rabbits you see, so I think that this is devilishly clever indeed.
[She smiles brightly.]
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She'd looked over the scones with frosting, but found the pastel coloring off-putting. So, lemon cookies it was! Riley bit in and found them to be delicious. Cooked through, so as to not be like eating raw cookie dough, but still moist enough she wasn't scrambling for something to wash it down with. Lemony and fresh, without being overpowering.
Perfect.
She didn't even notice the tall white rabbit ears that had sprouted on top of her head, or the matching fluffy, white tail that had popped out over the top of her low-riding jeans.]
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He rushes to block her path, which might be somewhat rude, but he's grinning curiously and now his eyes are fixed on her ears.]
'Scuse me fer bein' rude, darlin', but're these real?
[Now he can't help but reach out and touch one adorable ear, feeling it gently with his fingers.]
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When he asks if they're real, her smile freezes on her face. Is he asking if her boobs are real? Seriously?]
What are you...
[Then he reaches out and touches something--oh! She can feel his fingers on...what was that? Those hadn't been there before?
Riley looks all around, trying to look up at the ears, and finally has to settle for touching them herself. She stares at Sal in surprise.]
Are there bunny ears on my head?
[Welcome to Riley's first experience with body-altering foods from the Captain.]
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Ah, y'mean y'din' know? Must be a food thing...
[And he glances at the snacks, making a mental note of not to touch any of them. Sal would rather not be a bunny himself. Cute on girls, on him... well, you know, it might be cute. But he's still not going there.]
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