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[angel_dylan]

After the incedent with the Caterpillar, they were all rather reluctant to eat anything, even the food that had come through the Gate with them from the island. As a result, Dylan was feeling a definite rumble in her tummy to match her growing paranoia that Tweedle Dee or Dum might suddenly spring from the bushes and start bopping them all on the

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[holden_mcneil]

Holden and Mark were sort of trailing off to the side of the group. Holden had kept mostly to himself all this time because he was more than a little freaked out about being with fictional people in a fictional place. But Mark seemed pretty normal, and best of all non-fictional.

If he hadn't known they were in Wonderland, the incident with the Caterpillar would have been a big fucking clue. He was just trying to decide how he was going to tell Banky about all this when they got back - cause he absolutely refused to think that they might not - when something caught his eye and he stopped.

It looked like... a smile. A smile just hanging there in midair, grinning from ear to ear (or what would be ear to ear if there were actually, you know, a face attached to it).

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," he said, rolling his eyes. He elbowed Mark and pointed to the smile.

[olliegreenjeans]

"I mean, seriously. Green is a good color for a superhero. It's dark enough that it doesn't stand out at night. Dirt doesn't show up much on it. It harks back to Robin Hood, which is a cool thing, and it looks good on me. I mean, part of those flowers were green. Who are they to talk?" Yes, Ollie is still hung up on this.

Ollie noticed some people stopped and pointing at a... disembodied smile? Oh, now that was a good one.

"What the hell?"
[OOC: Ollie fashion complaints are up for anyone. Keep in mind that in the two days or so since the flowers, he's probably said this umpteen billion times. And if no one wants to pick up the role of listener, he's more than happy to complain to himself about it]

[unnerving_grin]

The smile widened--a definite grin--then widened more, and perhaps more, impossibly wide. More than a mouthful of teeth, incisors overlapping, and two faintly glowing eyes opening just above that endless grin. The rest unfolded suddenly as bone and sinew and blood, twisted over by ragged fur in dark stripes without pattern, just chaos followed by a long, curling tail.

The cat grinned at them, full body visible now. He might have been sprawled bonelessly over the limb of the nearest tree, except that he seemed to be nothing but bone, every skeletal inch defined beneath his fur. The metal ring pierced through one of his ears gleamed in the light of his eyes.

[make_creation]

At the jab from Holden Mark looked up, his eyebrows drawing up in his familiar 'whatthefuck' expression. "Uh..." he trailed off as the animal's body faded in-- except fade wasn't the word, grew was more like it, building up from the inside out till what grinned ferally at them from the nearby tree was unmistakably...

"The Cheshire cat," he said in a tone of flat disbelief, adding under his breath, "I have definitely had enough of this place. What the shit is next, croquet with the fucking playing cards?"