Would you like to try a mousicle? [Completed]

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Character(s): Basil, Toby and whoever finds them Alice, and Hatter
Content: The mouse is homeless and cold
Setting: Somewhere outside, possibly in a snow bank
Time: Evening
Warnings: ...Uh. Idk?

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[vorpalrising]

Alice had been wandering for quite some time, enjoying the snow, which was so much cleaner than it was in London. As usual, she had slipped out without a word, rather liking the newfound freedom she had in this place. Here, she could live as she wished and do what she wanted, and although the odd, blank citizens sometimes gave her strange looks, Alice didn't care. She was done caring about what other people thought - a scandalous viewpoint for a young Victorian woman, to be sure, but Alice felt she had more than earned it, after the hell she'd gone through

[ifyoullexcuseme]

The shivering mouse looked up when he heard an accent that he very much had not expected here--that of a young Victorian woman. The wind, cold, and limited visibility due to the snow prevented him from deducing anything further about her, however.

Much as Basil was loathe to ask the young lady for help, she was the only human he'd seen in the last hour or so, and the only one who'd paid him any mind to boot. "Unfortunate is rather a good word for our situation, isn't it?"

[vorpalrising]

"Quite." Alice knelt down, ignoring the stinging cold, and offered Basil her hand. It was an unspoken offer to help the mouse and get him out of the cold. She was certain the Hatter wouldn't mind if she brought him back - and if he did, he could very well deal with it nonetheless. Alice was fond of animals, including talking ones, and she saw no reason to leave Basil and Toby out in the cold - literally as well as figuratively.

[ifyoullexcuseme]

At first Basil was slightly taken aback. He was being offered help without even having to ask, which was a rare thing for him to encounter. Then again, it was also relatively rare that anyone had a chance to offer him help before having a conversation with him of any particular length.

He swallowed once, then nodded, and carefully hopped onto her hand, making sure he had his balance quickly before she started to move it. As for Toby, the dog seemed somewhat wary of the woman, but that wasn't particularly odd. Who knew what odd smells the hound was picking up from her.

[vorpalrising]

Perhaps if Basil hadn't been a mouse, and Toby hadn't been a dog, Alice wouldn't have bothered to do more than point out the nearest building and sardonically suggest they use their brains for what might have been the first time in their lives. But how could a mouse see very much in this snow? And how could a dog find its way around like this?

Alice easily lifted Basil once she was certain he wouldn't fall off, cupping him in her hand to keep him warm. Without further ado, the Londoner began making her way back to the Hatter's residence, looking back to make certain Toby was following. "And what are your names?" she finally asked.