Application (The March Hare - Alice in Wonderland)

[ticketyhare]

The large doors to the Sorting Room opened and in stumbled a frazzled hare in a waistcoat. He was stressed to find no dining table or tea anywhere. He couldn’t smell the delectables of pancakes and muffins, of cookies and sugar, of dates and pudding. He took out his pocket watch, staring at the hands. He moved in to sniff the glass face mutter

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[corkscrewmind]

For a man with a name like "Teatime," fate had a funny way of being especially cruel.

Today's karma menu included a house elf approaching Mr. Teatime just as he passed the open door to the sorting room, and calling out his name in an extraordinarily loud voice. Loud enough, say, for a Mad March Hare to hear.

[ticketyhare]

The March Hare's left ear perked up, his right lying flat against his scruffy neck. He leaped from the desk, landed on the cobblestone floor and hopped a few feet with the momentum. His nose tweaked, sniffing at the air for this "Tea". No glorious wafting of that sugary liquid could be caught, but such a boast of Teatime could not be allowed should it not be true.

Then the Hare saw the man in black. Odd man by far, but he was used to such oddities. When that final clue clicked in his head, he screamed, "We do not joke of teatime!" He shook the ladle in his hand, whilst a perpetual green liquid was sloshed from the bowl of the ladle.

[sada_chan]

Smirking damply, Sadako held out a small glass vial full of amber fluid with a label reading "March Hare".

"I think maybe you dropped this?"

Hexed? By Sadako? Would she do that?

Which is to say, absolutely.

[ticketyhare]

The March Hare stared at the bizarre vial.

It looked like tea... But strange substances had a habit of ruining one's day in Underland. He stared at its label. It was his name sure enough, and had no stuck on additive that read "Eat Me" or for that matter, "Drink Me". He snatched the vial from Sadako's hand, popped the stopper and took a long whiff. The substance had a vile smell which curdled in his sensitive nostrils, with a feeling of betrayal he screeched, "THIS IS NOT TEA!" In the clamor of his disgust he lost purchase of the vial. He fumbled erratically with the vial, sloshing the amber liquid on his paws.

When he finally had the vial in one paw, he looked like a bizarre pond ornament, one leg out and in a ballerina position. His large eyes stared about, his right eye twitched. "Vial," he whimpered.

[sada_chan]

Sakado's laughter was a burbling sound. "It's not nice to say mean things when someone gives you something," she said in a little-girl voice.

[ticketyhare]

In a blink of an eye the March Hare stood in his ballerina pose as a man. His hair was as scruffy as the Hare's fur had been, his ears protruded from under the tangled mess. He stared down at himself and blanched. He pulled his trousers out in front of him, and stared, long and hard. He sighed and slumped to the cobblestone floor. "Why, why, why..." He stared at Sakado. Tea exploration had never twisted him in such a fashion before.

[gourmetchairman]

Well, that's another thing Kaga will never be able to eat ever again.

"So. You like tea?"

[ticketyhare]

The Hare stared up at the bizarre individual. "Oh yes, very muchly. Do you have some? Any?" He was parched. A hiccup rocked his chest and came out. He stared blankly in front of him again. His eyes wandered, seemingly forgetting his conversation with Kaga and Tea... tea had actually skipped his notice. He hated being human, too many distrac- "Dust." He heaved and found himself in a sneezing fit.

[gourmetchairman]

"We can get some," Kaga said hesitantly, wand at the ready. The...well, he looked mad. And not a good kind of mad, the 'might attack you' mad.

[ticketyhare]

The amber-something the Hare took was wearing off. His size was reducing and soon fur began to block out any sight of flesh. What was left was the Hare in the human-sized clothes he had worn. He hopped out of the rags, wearing his fine waistcoat and tie. He stared up at Kaga, his bulbous right eye, with its larger pupil fixed on Kaga, whilst the other seemed fixated on some unseen object. His ear twitched and he wrung his paws. "You know where tea is?"

[grinkitty]

A toothy grin appeared floating by the Hare, then a set of eyes. "Welcome to the final stage of madness," he drawled, finally becoming fully visible beside the Hare, his tail swishing about lazily.

[ticketyhare]

The Hare stared at the cat. "Oh, Chesh." He twitched. He licked his lips, human lips felt weird. The entire sensation was way off, and he was the mad one, such madness shouldn't interrupt his muchness. He smacked his lips, his tongue dry. "Tea?" he whined. "Why is there no Tea in this castle?" He started to sniff, human emotions busting up within him. He started to cry, making salty rivulets down his grubby cheeks. Then as quickly as he was human, his limbs started to shrink, bones could be heard reshaping and a sudden on-growth of hair covered every inch of flesh. Then, March Hare was staring blankly forward, licking his slanted teeth. His nose twitched and he sneezed. Blinking furiously. "Tea."

[grinkitty]

Cat was glad he hadn't been turned human yet. "This castle is not one mad tea party," he drawled, rolling onto his stomach in the air and drifting down to the floor where he sat on his hindquarters. "It is, however, mad. We fit in wonderfully."

[ticketyhare]

The Hare stared at the Cheshire cat and was enveloped in fits of giggles, staring at the Cheshire. Then, without warning, he stopped. He looked as if he had no idea what was funny, but at the time, it was, even hysterical. He was having tea withdrawels....

[omg_sunflora]

"Oh my gosh, crazy Buneary!" She knew it was a Buneary because the March Hare didn't look like a bunny girl. Which all Lopunny look like even if they're male. Moving on.

[ticketyhare]

This smiling flower, that was starring at the Hare, reminded him oh so much of the talking flowers in Underland. He was confused of being called Buneary, but he was finding out that puzzlement seemed a natural state of mind not only in Underland but in this room. This room with four walls that became a sufferance. He was waiting here for some reason... was the Red Queen coming? Was this some sort of trial he hadn't known he was in? WAS HE TO BE BEHEADED?

As the internal struggle of madness engulfed the Hare's mind, he was outwardly twitchy and unresponsive. He was in a daze fashion, his hind leg twitched - making it thump against the stones, and his ears had an automatic means to perk up - the right first, while the left ear was limp, and vice-versa.

[omg_sunflora]

"Um....hi? Welcome to Hogwarts!" Sunflora kept her distance. He was twitchy.

[ticketyhare]

The Hare stared at the flower. He smiled and giggled. "How do you do?" the corner of his mouth twitched. He cocked his head to the side and his bulbous right eye stared unblinkingly at Sunflora. "Tea.. twinkle, twinkle.. cup." He seemed unawares of his utterances.