[Pim Finnegan]

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WELCOME TO THE TEA PARTY! [break]
YOU DIDN'T RSVP? THAT'S OKAY! THÀ̸̛̙̦͔̊͆̋̈T̴̞̤̼̖̙̤̙̪̿̑̉̇́̆'̸̥͓̻̌̈́̋͐́̈̐̋S̷̢̢͔̬͕̪̮̾͌͂̒͜͠ ̸͙̻̼̪͕̞̔̑͐͝O̵͍̠͌́̑̄̈́̄̃͝K̷̢̡̘̗̞̟͎͓͋Ḁ̸̛̯͓̞̔̂̌̏̚Ỹ̶̢̡̠̤̤̬̘̞͑͊̉͆̆̚!̶̧̢̢̡̩̘̱̊͛̂͗̍͑̑͠

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Well, you know...in retrospect, Shibuya may have...in fact...been the ideal place for Wonderland Theater! It was very lucky that they managed to get so lucky out the gate when it came to locations...but here in Shinjuku, perhaps this crowd may appreciate what his theater has to offer? The competition was always rather fierce in such a bustling district, so in a way, there was a wee bit of hustle involved in trying to get the foot traffic of all these delightful Alices to Wonderland Theater. Though with how short staffed they were, he happily took it upon himself to try getting their name out there to make up for all the costs to renovate the theater to begin with. See, they had to make it suitable and safe for quirks to be in use for permit approval when it came to running the business itself.

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Not exactly the cheapest feat, mind you!

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Worth every penny--erm yen, but still! For the show to go on, they needed to rally up all the funds that they could to keep afloat and at the very least break even with costs. One thing that bubbled about in the kettle of his thoughts that whistled with glee happened to be street performances! If anyone gave him trouble, he had his business permit and all that...and this just so happened to be tied to said business! Many places were booked on such short notice for acquiring a spot to be a mere slice of talent on the schedule...but that wasn't going to stop him. This man was an ambitious fellow and it was going to take more than that to stop him from trying to make his hopes and dreams flourish...

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Wearing a cloak, he had a few little lights that were purchased on the way here as part of his cracked scheme of sorts in hopes of making it all the more stunning. Although it would have helped to have more props at his disposal, using his quirk on a small stage would be less strenuous than it would at the theater itself. Making sure he was hydrated more than enough to execute this plan to show a mere glimpse of what he wished to share with the world, still, he got a thermos of green tea with matcha powder at the ready. After he fuddled with all the little lights, making certain they all worked and tucked them away in one of the hidden pockets at his disposal.

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This had to be perfect!

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...or, you know...close enough to perfect.

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There were many stories rolling through his mind that he could share with the colorful Alices wandering to and fro...but what? Carefully opening the thermos of tea with a soft "Hnnnmmmm..." there were many classics that felt as though they were getting washed away in the seas of time itself. Almost as though the Alices here hadn't interest in the origins, but the retelling or remake, if you will.

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Although he didn't bother airing it out to the masses, it did upset him when something deviated so far from its source material that it may as well be something entirely different. Only a select few at the theater and his family seemed to share his grievances with the trend that never lost momentum. Ride the nostalgia train, but give it a different engine...never a smooth ride, if you asked him.

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Bringing the thermos to his lips, he took a nice, long thoughtful sip as he continued to mull over what story should be told....

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...perhaps sticking to his favorite tale would be best on this fine afternoon...?

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Sometimes people already knew since it was one of the few stories that stood against the test of time, one that most could snap their fingers without missing a beat connect the dots and think that's Alice in Wonderland...! It was a world he found himself enamored with through and through, the characters being old friends and family rather than mere characters in a book. Though there was a whole different world that lived and died in the realm of his slumber...

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...it was time to tell the tale that burrowed the seed of inspiration to live found within the garden of his soul.

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After some long sips of the tea nestled away within the thermos to slosh about once more, he closed it up and tucked it away with a smile, "Alice in Wonderland, it is..." there would be no plot twists in this telling, not today. If one knew about the tale, certainly they would find themselves enraptured within the warmth of familiarity. After all, it was a tale that brought him comfort growing up, hell...even to this very day. Lifting his tendrils from beneath his cloak, they carefully came together in a similar shape to that of a scallop shell with a little more depth to it. Using a couple of tentacles to control the fabric of his cloak so it would seem more like curtains upon a the little stage.

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A top hat lay upside down besides his feet as his peers carried on, yet some were slugging down to a stop...starting to gather round as he whimsically introduced everyone to the tale, keeping close to the book itself. The curtains opening up to reveal the scene, played out by little shadow puppets in colorful outfits amidst a soft glow of small lights. His grin like that of the Cheshire cat, sing-songing every word and humming softly to make a fitting ambience as tea born of his quirk followed along without missing a beat. The scenes changing seamlessly as though it was like a program playing idly upon a screen...yet here he was putting on a show and the misty humidity draping the crowd seemed to cause some to get immersed within what felt like to them, a little fairy tale world they were peering into through the looking glass of their enamored eyes.

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Everything...everyone formed by the strange fellow's quirked tea upon the little stage seemed so alive...

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The hat besides his feet filled with yen and a few Canadian pennies as the show went on, but that wasn't something dear Pim Finnegan paid any mind to...no, he was too focused on offering these Alices a show, keeping them invested in what were to happen next~! After all, everyone seemed oh so curious about how this story would find its way to the end and what such an end would be! Certainly there wouldn't be anyone who would ruin the magic...would there...?

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[Grant Moore]

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On the case!

Normally, passing through Shinjuku was something that Grant tried to accomplish as quickly as possible- especially when he wasn’t on his motorcycle.

Today, something had kept him there. An odd crowd had started to gather around a little theater setup. Strange, he hadn’t read about any kind of theater performance here in the news. Usually that kind of sanctioned activity would pick up local attention. Perhaps this wasn’t exactly on the books, then?

He would’ve left it then and there if it weren’t for the distinct scent of tea and matcha. He could use a cup to soothe his nerves from the crowd.

That thought carried his legs into the throng of people, pushing and shoving as they tried to get a better look. As a courtesy, Grant dropped a few hundred yen coins into the hat on the ground and decided to see what the deal was.

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He found himself quickly enraptured. In the modern day, he had never heard the original Alice in Wonderland story. He and everyone else had probably seen or heard of the reimagined variations in passing, but something about this version felt so… simple. Satisfying.

Engaging.

A seemingly whimsical fantasy tale with something under the hood giving it a little more oomph. Really, it was a story about growing up, about identity, and of course, about curiosity. Though admittedly, something wasn’t adding up. Grant was aware that fantasy stories weren’t always explicitly world built to account for everything, but Alice in Wonderland distinctly started in the real world. Despite having an underlying theme of growing up and changing, the backdrop was a bizarre fantasy world of seemingly ‘mad’ chaos. It just didn’t gel right- until it finally clicked.

The ending he arrived at may have been a tad disappointing, but his enjoyment of the story and performance overshadowed it. Without even thinking, the moment the pieces clicked in his mind, he opened his mouth and pointed to the stage.

”A dream! That’s it, it’s all a dream- that’s what the doorknob is going to tell her!” he shouted.

His cheeks flushed pink as he realized what he’d done. Aside from making himself the center of attention, which was bad enough, he’d basically ruined the ending for anyone else who’d found themselves drawn into the world of the story.

Pim Finnegan

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[Pim Finnegan]

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WELCOME TO THE TEA PARTY! [break]
YOU DIDN'T RSVP? THAT'S OKAY! THÀ̸̛̙̦͔̊͆̋̈T̴̞̤̼̖̙̤̙̪̿̑̉̇́̆'̸̥͓̻̌̈́̋͐́̈̐̋S̷̢̢͔̬͕̪̮̾͌͂̒͜͠ ̸͙̻̼̪͕̞̔̑͐͝O̵͍̠͌́̑̄̈́̄̃͝K̷̢̡̘̗̞̟͎͓͋Ḁ̸̛̯͓̞̔̂̌̏̚Ỹ̶̢̡̠̤̤̬̘̞͑͊̉͆̆̚!̶̧̢̢̡̩̘̱̊͛̂͗̍͑̑͠

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Everything was going quite well...was it not?

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Up until they were drawing towards a pivoting moment and sooooomeone decided to verbally spill the tea all willy nilly! "What? That can't be the ending...can it?" Of course, despite the awkward silence and soft chitters of bafflement...he carried on with the script and...yup. The crowd gradually fell apart as all the lost Alices who found their way to this show drifted off, passing by to and fro in many directions. Riddled in disappointment as he listened to the mutters and whispers rattling about in the air, the tea he used for the performance crept back into his tendrils like a sponge with a loooooong sighed out whistle.

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Although the tall gentleman wore a smile, something about it was fuddled about with frustration which was further emphasized with the narrowing of those bright yellow optics. Tilting his head up slightly as he adjusted his posture while the tea settled in his flesh. The tendrils settled within the cloak, resting behind him...tilting his head ever so slightly as he slowly stride towards the man who couldn't help but announce such a key point of the lovely tale. The grumbling echos in the distance fading off like a bad dream.

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"I simply must ask...are you proud of your little announcement?" Those words slipped past his lips with a delighted sense of disdain on how this ruby red Alice truly found a way to unravel his attempt at introducing more people to the theater. Looming over him with a foot or so of height over him, a grunted out chuckle escaped him. HM...he had to be juuuust a little taller. Only a little, juuuust a smidge to make it seem a little more intimidating! He used his tendrils to boost him up juuuuust enough to make it so he'd be looming three feet taller than this show ruining man of an Alice.

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Perfect.

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"You know, the little announcement that ruined my show...that one~" Maybe that was enough to let him know that what he did wasn't exactly polite. A little jab before taking his exit because he wasn't about to waste too much more of his time with this show spoiling fellow.

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On the case!

Grant panicked for a moment as the figure before him rose until they were three feet taller than him.

Maybe if he trained or truly explored his quirk it would have some sort of combat ability, but as far as Grant was aware and as far as he cared to explore, he was no fighter. The last thing he wanted was any kind of trouble.

”I’m so sorry. I swear I normally don’t blurt things out like that, I just got so invested and caught up in the moment I didn’t even think about it.” he bowed his head, hoping the apology and gesture would be enough to smooth things over. Truthfully, he was a bit embarrassed at himself for getting that excited in front of so many strangers.

”It’s my fault the show was ruined, let me try and make it up to you.”

He took out several thousand-yen notes, about forty or fifty dollars worth. Not what he intended to spend on a little street performance, but it was the least he could do for scaring away the crowd.

As he went to place it into the hat he’d tossed his coins into earlier, however, he noticed it was missing.

”You didn’t pick your hat up with your quirk while I wasn’t looking, did you?”

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WELCOME TO THE TEA PARTY! [break]
YOU DIDN'T RSVP? THAT'S OKAY! THÀ̸̛̙̦͔̊͆̋̈T̴̞̤̼̖̙̤̙̪̿̑̉̇́̆'̸̥͓̻̌̈́̋͐́̈̐̋S̷̢̢͔̬͕̪̮̾͌͂̒͜͠ ̸͙̻̼̪͕̞̔̑͐͝O̵͍̠͌́̑̄̈́̄̃͝K̷̢̡̘̗̞̟͎͓͋Ḁ̸̛̯͓̞̔̂̌̏̚Ỹ̶̢̡̠̤̤̬̘̞͑͊̉͆̆̚!̶̧̢̢̡̩̘̱̊͛̂͗̍͑̑͠

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The apology seemed to marinate withing the air around the pair as he continued ominously looming over the shorter fellow....watching him bow, why...it was such a simple gesture.

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Yet that simple gesture was a humbling one in the land of the rising sun...

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...ah...and the theater as well.

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They both had slightly different meanings, but the core of humbling oneself to another remained the same in this very moment. This Alice was not only saying and apology...but that apologetic tone partnered with a momentary bow to emphasize his remorse went hand in hand. Although Pim found himself feeling rather bitter over the whole ordeal since all he wanted was to take all sorts of Alices into a realm of fantasy through the heart of his theater, it wasn't asking for much. Just a few new faces who could see for themselves how Wonderland Theater told all sorts of tales to those willing to watch and listen with all their senses.

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Taking in a shallow breath, he calmly exhaled as a means of continuing to calm himself down and rationalize that this wasn't some sort of malicious sabotage. Simply an Alice who was so wrapped up in the show that he lost himself without thinking much about those around him. "...it's quite alright, Alice." Those words spoken in a near murmur, the frustration bubbled softly within him, but at least the money earned from the performance would help...right?

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This Alice was trying to help and make it up to him in a monetary fashion...not that he'd complain, there were bills to pay and debts he owed from all those loans. Perhaps he'd invite him to the thea--wait.

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"Hn?"

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Turning his gaze to follow the Alice of crimson, he arched a brow beneath the shadow of his hood and allowing his tendrils to follow suit...what a curious question, "No, why I didn't collect my hat just yet...nor does it have legs, or so I thought it didn't have legs..." There was a dream once upon a time where a hat was able to walk around and about, skittering to and from on little limbs while happily serving tea. That wasn't the same hat, he didn't even use his quirk on this particular hat...nor did he personally such a sentient little hat.

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As curious as it would be to have a little hat friend, alas...that wasn't the case in the world of Alices.

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Tilting his head and lowering himself upon the soles of his feet, he crouched down and wondered where it could have gone...certainly he hadn't touched it aside from when he set it down.

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Why, if the Queen of Hearts had to handle this situation herself, she'd insist upon decapitation as a solution if the thief was found! Not the most civil way to handle things, but he'd be lying to himself if he didn't at least toy with the notion of removing someone's hands or making them live out a nightmare of his own creation. Turning his head towards the Alice of crimson, looking up and squinting slightly... "You wouldn't suppose there's a quirk to give my hat legs, do you?" Maybe it was more likely that someone picked it up and ran off with the hat full of money, but he wasn't about to rule out something from his dream somehow finding its way to exist in reality! After all, it wouldn't be the first nor last time something from his dreams existing in the wold of Alices.

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Gradually pushing himself off the ground, he wasn't sure how he'd find that hat...but it wasn't something that he wanted to simply replace either. That and...well...whatever money was in it had a sense of purpose in aiding with pending payments. He wouldn't be able to waste much time here, but he wanted to at least rule out the possibility of whether he'd have to look for a runaway hat, a thieving Alice or hell...both.

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On the case!

The tension in Grant’s shoulders slackened. It seemed he wouldn’t be trounced for his transgressions today.

Hand met chin in thought at the performer’s suggestion. Normally the idea of someone using a quirk to make a hat grow legs would be nonsensical, dismissed by any normal person out of hand. However, this had now turned into a mystery- a case, and no theory could be thrown out until evidence suggested otherwise.

”We won’t rule it out. However, when you hear the sound of hooves, do you think horse, or zebra?” he asked. ”For the time being, the most likely theory is that one of the members of your audience took it for themselves. After all, you were preoccupied with your performance and had gathered up a not insignificant sum of money into that hat.”

His eyes darted around them, taking in everything he could. Unfortunately, his laser-like focus had been on the show itself, so he could hardly recall any faces or distinct appearances among the throng of people. Still, not all hope was lost. Eventually they landed across the street, towards a jewelry store. A CCTV camera hung in the corner, pointed out towards the door…and directly at where the show had been.

”The camera- it might’ve caught who took it. We’ll head inside and see if they’ll let us go over the footage.”

In his embarrassment, he was unable to lock eyes with the performer. ”My name’s Grant Moore, private investigator. I’m sorry about ruining your show, but I can make it up to you by helping you track down the money you earned for your theater.”

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WELCOME TO THE TEA PARTY! [break]
YOU DIDN'T RSVP? THAT'S OKAY! THÀ̸̛̙̦͔̊͆̋̈T̴̞̤̼̖̙̤̙̪̿̑̉̇́̆'̸̥͓̻̌̈́̋͐́̈̐̋S̷̢̢͔̬͕̪̮̾͌͂̒͜͠ ̸͙̻̼̪͕̞̔̑͐͝O̵͍̠͌́̑̄̈́̄̃͝K̷̢̡̘̗̞̟͎͓͋Ḁ̸̛̯͓̞̔̂̌̏̚Ỹ̶̢̡̠̤̤̬̘̞͑͊̉͆̆̚!̶̧̢̢̡̩̘̱̊͛̂͗̍͑̑͠

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"Zebras, certainly zebras..." Those words almost instinctively sprawled out of his mouth as he thought about the peculiar Queen of Spades from the world that felt so real to him, yet it was nothing more than a series of dreams and nightmares. Ah...she certainly stood out among the royal suits, instead of horses, her knights had zebras. A curious twist, but they were so beautiful, oh how her husband loved them so. Not only was she a strong leader, but the most dedicated queen to her king, death could never stop her love for him and it was admirable...

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...perhaps one day he could understand her devotion.

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Shaking his thoughts back to reality from the voice of this performance ruining Alice, he checked back into the conversation as quickly as he left it in the maze of his mind. Finding the way back wasn't always an easy task, but it certainly helped to be in the company of others actively engaging with the tall fellow. With another glance around and about, he let out a soft sigh and muttered, "...it appears the Alices are mischievous here, too." How handy that was when they were working with him rather than against him. Although he seemed eerily calm in the moment, there were traces of frustration whirling about those softly spoken words.

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Closing his vibrant golden eyes--

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--crrrrck

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With a single turn of his head and a final

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CRRRRRCK

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To the other side with a heavy sigh of relief before following the direction of the I want to help Alice, resting his gaze upon the camera and he couldn't help but rest his gaze upon it for a moment. "I see~" That's right, they had cameras instead of flowers to keep an eye on things, didn't they? Of course, they had other means of monitoring others in the twisted Wonderland of his slumber...but never actual cameras. Why...he was sure the Alices introduced cellphones, there...but before he could get lost again, the Alice brought his focus back with an introduction and offer of help. Returning his gaze to the Alice known now as Grant Moore, he spoke smoothly in response, "Finnegan, Pim. Pim Finnegan, a simple theater owner..." There was somehow a peculiar air of mystery about that sentence, but he could certainly do with a private investigator being in his corner of life's mad tea party.

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With the grin of a Cheshire crossing his lips, he carried on his words before reaching up to lower his hood since he found that it was quite challenging to stop being strangers hiding in the shadows of a hood. Although he had a more or less humanoid appearance at the moment, the man's unnaturally sharp teeth were...depending on who you asked, commonly uncommon. "...one who welcomes your assistance, now let's see~" Turning towards the store that presumably owned the camera, "I do wonder if they'll assist us..." Bringing a clawed hand to his chin, lightly tapping it in thought as he began his stroll on over. The tendrils behind him wiggling about to keep up with those long strides of his, although it would be seen if those Alices would harbor any interest in helping a fellow businessman in their time of need.

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Mr. Moore seemed reliable enough...

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...for now.

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On the case!

Laughter came from deep within Grant’s gut. ”Right, Zebras!” he smirked. As he pulled himself back together though, it became clear that the strange fellow wasn’t joking.

It didn’t help that he referred to people as Alices, either. Come to think of it, hadn’t the performer referred to him as Alice too?

Pieces of a puzzle snapped into place, and Grant found himself isolated. At least, that’s how it felt- considering this fellow clearly wasn’t all there. His presence was more like a collection of impressions and fancies, though a name helped ground him back to reality.

”A pleasure to meet you, Pim.”

At the very least, this Pim character didn’t seem to have any evil intent. Tall? Sure. Strange? Definitely. Hostile? Not really. The guy was harmless- at least towards Grant, anyway. Perhaps it was just behavior typical of his position. After all, it wasn’t exactly a secret that actors tended to be a bit more…eccentric.

”I’m sure he’ll be happy to help. Just let me do the talking.” He spoke almost as though it were a question, his eyes pleading with Pim. The last thing he needed was for his new companion to freak anyone out.

A small bell rang as they entered inside, the difference in temperature sending a chill down Grant’s spine. He wasn’t made for the cold, but it wasn’t like he had to dwell here any longer than necessary.

”Excuse me, sir!” he called out, approaching the counter. ”Grant Moore, private investigator. I’d like to take a look at the tapes from your CCTV. I believe they may contain information pertinent to my investigation. I won’t need more than a few minutes.”

The man in question, an older fellow in his forties, snorted derisively in response. He was larger than Grant, standing at a solid six foot tall, and clearly didn’t think highly of the two mutant freaks who’d stepped into his spick and span jewelry store.

”No.” he answered, glaring at Grant.

”I understand this must seem like a strange request, but I assure you-”

”You’re scarin’ my business away. Get the hell outta here. Go try your scam somewhere else.” The older man crossed his arms, clearly not willing to budge on the topic.

A bead of sweat dripped down Grant’s forehead. He’d talked a big game about his position as a private investigator, and already he was getting held up by tired prejudices. He glanced at Pim, a nervous smile on his face, as if to assure him that there was nothing to worry about.

”If you would just give us a moment of your time…” he tried to plead with the larger man.

Once the asshole started reaching for something under the counter, Grant immediately threw his hands up in surrender.

”No worries! We’ll be on our way!. My apologies for the, uh, disturbance…” his voice trailed off, clearly defeated.

Once he and Pim had exited, Grant would lean against a nearby wall. A tired sigh escaped his lips. It was neither the first time he’d experienced such unpleasantness, nor would it be the last. Still, it had been his first time meeting with such blatant disrespect and hatred since moving to Tokyo. He’d almost forgotten what it felt like.

Well, that was a lie. He’d never forget what it felt like. There were scars on his heart that wouldn’t allow him to.

”I’m terribly sorry about that. If you give me just a few minutes, I’m sure I can think of an alternative plan.” He offered sheepishly, eyes desperately darting around in search of another lead.

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WELCOME TO THE TEA PARTY! [break]
YOU DIDN'T RSVP? THAT'S OKAY! THÀ̸̛̙̦͔̊͆̋̈T̴̞̤̼̖̙̤̙̪̿̑̉̇́̆'̸̥͓̻̌̈́̋͐́̈̐̋S̷̢̢͔̬͕̪̮̾͌͂̒͜͠ ̸͙̻̼̪͕̞̔̑͐͝O̵͍̠͌́̑̄̈́̄̃͝K̷̢̡̘̗̞̟͎͓͋Ḁ̸̛̯͓̞̔̂̌̏̚Ỹ̶̢̡̠̤̤̬̘̞͑͊̉͆̆̚!̶̧̢̢̡̩̘̱̊͛̂͗̍͑̑͠

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Ah, someone who appreciated Zebras!

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Splendid!

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Truly splendid, indeed!

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Splendiforous, even!

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Surely the odd, towering gentleman was a bit bitter like unsweetened tea, but he was starting to at least warm up to this peculiar Alice. Of course, when he said it was a pleasure to meet him, he bowed his head lightly for a moment and responded gently with, "Likewise,~" in a polite fashion. Now, the peculiar part was how this Alice, Mr. Moore, wished to do the talking for him. "Oh~? If you insist, then I suppose you shall,~" Allowing those words to pass his lips with a subtle air of playfulness, he figured it should be just fine if he let him take the conversational reigns.

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After all, it wasn't every day he had to ask someone for assistance by viewing footage from their security cameras...

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BUT, YOU KNOW WHAT?!

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There's a first time for everything and by jove, today wasn't going to be that day for him!

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Especially because Mr. Moore over here would be doing the talking, truly a brilliant solution for dodging the bullet of inexperience! Surely Mr. Moore had this all under control...right? Adjusting his hood as he followed the Alice of crimson and mystery within the store, it seemed like everything would be fine. Though he couldn't do much about those vibrant yellow eyes of his, he watched with curiosity and...

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...hm!

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It seemed as though Mr. Moore wasn't having much luck...?

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Standing there, slowly blinking like a feline learning to trust an individual...it seemed as though perhaps it would be his turn to take matters within his grasp.

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You know, with all that hostility and such.

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The tea within his tendrils continued to brew, steam draping the cold air to increase the humidity within the store. Though, before he could even start to do much of anything, the universal I surrender posture was provided and...oop, well! He supposed it was best to follow Mr. Moore out since he could probably read the room much better than himself, especially since the store owner was being a far cry from kind...

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Little did Mr. Moor know that a surprise of sorts was in motion...for the store owner, of course.

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It seemed as though he needed a moment after such blatant harassment, which the Wonderland obsessed mutant could hardly fault him for. This...was unfortunately something he could relate to. Getting treated poorly in public spaces for his appearance and the difficulties brought from it circulating around his family. That's why he chose to sleep for most of his life, it was simply easier that way for everyone.

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Tilting his head ever so slightly, he offered a somehow comforting smile and a gentle tone that sound at ease, "Perhaps I could make a quick little purchase to express our gratitude for his time~? You can wait out here and do a little brainstorming while I take care of that~!" Well, he wasn't sure how Mr. Moore would appreciate him essentially tricking someone for a good cause...so it was probably best to let him take a breather?

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Last thing he wanted to do was make this kind Alice become an accomplice to what was forming within his mind. "Who knows, perhaps he'll even have a change of heart after making a sale or two~" Those words optimistically painted the air as he offered a thoughtful little shrug.

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Even though he was counting on that money from his performance, he still had some money on him. So he brought out his wallet to show that he had enough yen on hand, though a quick glimpse would clue a keen eye in that it was akin to a budget for groceries.

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On the case!

Grant slid down the wall until he made contact with the sidewalk, pulling his legs in close. Yellow eyes looked up at Pim. ”I’m not sure if that’s the best idea. The owner didn’t seem to…enjoy our presence.” He said, doing his best to speak delicately. ”It might cause more problems.”

Confusion was written all over Grant’s face as Pim spoke about a ‘change of heart’. Had he never encountered someone prejudiced against mutants? No, that was impossible- there was something else at play here.

Regardless of what he was up to, the actor seemed eager to assist. With a sigh, Grant fished in his pocket and produced his wallet once more.

”You’re raising money for your theater, right? No point in getting your money back if you have to spend it. Here.” He offered, holding out a wad of bills. ”If he starts reaching under the counter again, just leave. I’d feel terrible if he did something to you.”

It was a better alternative than Pim using what was clearly money for necessities. Nobody who was doing well for themselves relied on street performances to raise capital.

With his piece said, he looked back out on the street in front of them. They only had an hour or two before the sun would start to set, and then things would be trickier. How long could they keep the wild goose chase up?

Grant had talked a big game about being an investigator and recovering his money, but this wasn’t a typical investigation. Dozens of people had stopped by to watch the magic, and Shinjuku was one of the more crowded districts in Tokyo. They were searching for a needle in a haystack, and the longer it went on, the more hopeless the task would become.

Even still, he was in too deep to stop now. He’d already gotten Pim’s hopes up, and this was his way of atoning. After all, the show wouldn’t have been ruined if it weren’t for him and his fat mouth.

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[Pim Finnegan]

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WELCOME TO THE TEA PARTY! [break]
YOU DIDN'T RSVP? THAT'S OKAY! THÀ̸̛̙̦͔̊͆̋̈T̴̞̤̼̖̙̤̙̪̿̑̉̇́̆'̸̥͓̻̌̈́̋͐́̈̐̋S̷̢̢͔̬͕̪̮̾͌͂̒͜͠ ̸͙̻̼̪͕̞̔̑͐͝O̵͍̠͌́̑̄̈́̄̃͝K̷̢̡̘̗̞̟͎͓͋Ḁ̸̛̯͓̞̔̂̌̏̚Ỹ̶̢̡̠̤̤̬̘̞͑͊̉͆̆̚!̶̧̢̢̡̩̘̱̊͛̂͗̍͑̑͠

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Despite being a man who simply lost his mind and tried to pick up the pieces day after day...

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...he wasn't a complete fool.

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Mr. Moore's were not lost on him, nor was his immensely valid concern for his safety. There were simply approaches he didn't want to completely dismiss the Alice's lingering fear beneath the surface, something he was all too well acquainted with. "Or it could be the solution we're looking for~" Gently twirling his hand about, part of him held a great deal of confidence and certainty that his quirk would be the solution they needed right now.

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After all...

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...it was quite the show stopper~

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There were studies he voluntarily took part in so that he and his family could understand his quirk and new physiology during moments he'd force himself to be awake. The Alice who died in his arms helped him find the will to truly live and his theater was one way he could reach out to the hearts of those around him. Take them away from the troubles of the world and make them feel as though they were watching a different world, the tales of souls who may exist somewhere out there...

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Even though his dreams were something medical professionals told him were nothing more than that, dreams, he believed otherwise. That slumber connected him to other worlds and in his mind, his quirk was like a window to said worlds when he got lost in the moment. Of course, he used the tea that allowed this connection to amplify a performance or costume as well, or even his very own stories...it was truly a blessing rather than a curse!

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"Why yes I am but.." Those words calmly passed the eccentric man's lips, he recalled an Alice of the spades suit he met once upon a time. One of which whom taught him a lesson that sometimes, it's unkind to turn away someone's help. It...reminded him a lot of his mother and father, those claws delicately reached out and took the yen notes from Mr. Moore's grasp. "...ah...thank you. It truly has been difficult trying to garner revenue for the theater, once again...I thank you, kind Alice." With a bow, he sighed thoughtfully in defeat and reached up to thoughtfully rub his own chin, his mind brewing a sure fire plan...

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"Ahem~. Try not to fret, Mr. Moore...I'm sure the owner of such a fine establishment wouldn't risk being placed behind bars~." Chuckling softly at the thought, he figured the best way to handle this was discreetly. Turning on his heel, the tea stored within his body seeped through to coat his flesh in a damn near slimy texture...the thought to himself was to look like a respectable Pro-Hero to the man. Sound like it...just...live and breathe the role of that shop keeper's favorite Pro-Hero out there.


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Once he strolled into the shop that he laced with the humidity of his tea with a confident grin, the shop keeper initially snapped out with fury, "DIDN'T YOU FREAKS CATCH A HINT?! GET O--oh my god, Rolio...!"

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....whomst...?

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...what in the vast realms of the Wonderlands he visited within his slumber was a Rolio?

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How did a Rolio even act?

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Okay, that meant it was time to wing it...he...supposed.... "Oh why yes it is I, the great and wonderful Rolio! Truly one of the best Pro-Heroes in the business~!" "I can't believe those freaks you had to work with tried to smear your name, mutants are truly the worst!" Forcing out a laugh, he inwardly cringed and figured for someone like this...ahem...entrepreneur....to be such a big fan of this Rolio, the Pro-Hero was probably a less than savory individual. "Oh ho why yes they are, but we mustn't tell the press such things! In fact, speaking of freaks, I was trying to track a rather pesky one who was near by...could you give me your--" Oh blast it...what were those things called?

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Those camera boxes?

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Twirling his hand around he leaned forward as it came to him, "--security footage from today. I would also like the footage from mmmmright now? I want to get some good angles of myself, I thing those foul mutants are jealous of my glorious visage and all~" Terrible individuals had a habit of being vain, self absorbed fools...so perhaps it was a nice touch? "Yeah, anything for you, Rolio, wait here!" Giving him an affirming nod, he quickly looked around and the moment the shop keeper was out of sight, he used his tendrils to gently break the cameras. Twirling his fingers, flicking the air which caused a puddle of tea to pool in the air for a moment. Flopping his hand down and fanning it forward, he signaled it to move on and along to where the shop keeper went.

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Wait for it.

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Tick tack...

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Tip and tap...

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Listening to the distant cues, he heard the man give off verbal cues that he was done and footsteps leading back to where the tall mutant stood. Tilting his head and looking around as though he was trying to see where the man went, the puddle of tea that slithered into the security room splashed all around and dug itself into the crevices. This would ruin the man's equipment, frying it here and there...

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"Here ya go, Rolio, get that disgusting bastard." This Alice was immensely unpleasant. "Mmmm thank you~" Taking the USB stick, he...uh..what was he supposed to do with this thing? Tucking it away in his pocket, he felt the yen notes in his pocket from Mr. Moore and grabbed a paperweight before sliding a few yen notes upon the counter. The name Rolio sounded...like some sort of reject fairy tale prince, a very American one at that... "Keep the change, good day~!" Waving as he briskly walked out of the store, keeping the paper weight hidden out of sight just in case before rendezvousing with Mr. Moore. "Why, he certainly had a change of heart when I bought--" Handing over the paper weight which was a tanuki holding an umbrella. Looking at it for a moment, he seemed a bit baffled and tilted his head, "--a peculiar looking raccoon...curious little thing, it is."

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Shrugging it off, he brought out the left over yen notes along with the little USB stick. "Oh and I may have had to put on a little act of sorts..." Rolling his shoulders into a shrug, he could explain himself if need be...there was no real reason for him not to. "It was quite unpleasant, really."

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On the case!

Grant couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at how easily Pim seemed to have acquired what they were looking for. Surely there was more to him than his first impression implied, but still…

”Cute Tanuki.” he answered, taking the USB stick and the bills. ”Well done, Pim. My cases would go much more smoothly if I had your charisma.”

Grant picked himself up off the floor, dusting his pants. ”My office isn’t far from here, we can take it there and examine the footage. I’ll take you there.” he offered.

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A hop, skip, and a jump later and they were at a cramped looking office wedged between a bar and a clothing store.

Even worse was that the bottom floor of the office didn’t belong to Grant. It was actually a cell phone company– the owners of the building that he rented his space from. No, they had to go upstairs and into a cramped room that was clearly designed to be a janitor’s closet to reach Grant’s office.

There was a small desk, a laptop, piles and piles of paper, and a couple chairs on the other end. A lamp and coat rack were squeezed tightly into the corner.

Grant plugged the USB in and played back the footage, huddled closely with his new friend as they fast forwarded and rewinded through the play performance until he saw it.

”There!” Grant exclaimed, pausing the footage and pointing towards the screen. A balding man with big, round glasses eyed the crowd conspicuously before leaning down and grabbing the hat, tucking it inside his jacket before swiftly making his escape.

”I recognize that uniform- it’s from the department store on the east side of Shinjuku, not far from where you performed. I’m sure we’ll find the culprit there.”

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[Pim Finnegan]

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WELCOME TO THE TEA PARTY! [break]
YOU DIDN'T RSVP? THAT'S OKAY! THÀ̸̛̙̦͔̊͆̋̈T̴̞̤̼̖̙̤̙̪̿̑̉̇́̆'̸̥͓̻̌̈́̋͐́̈̐̋S̷̢̢͔̬͕̪̮̾͌͂̒͜͠ ̸͙̻̼̪͕̞̔̑͐͝O̵͍̠͌́̑̄̈́̄̃͝K̷̢̡̘̗̞̟͎͓͋Ḁ̸̛̯͓̞̔̂̌̏̚Ỹ̶̢̡̠̤̤̬̘̞͑͊̉͆̆̚!̶̧̢̢̡̩̘̱̊͛̂͗̍͑̑͠

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"Ah yes! Tanuki!"

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Despite exclaiming those words with such excitement, he still wasn't sure what this little critter was! Ah how wonderful this mysterious world was! "Oh ho~! Why thank you, truly~! Perhaps I can be of service in the future~" With a bow, the theater man couldn't help but grin brightly. Sometimes he wondered if that charisma of his had ties to an ever changing river of luck...but he was quickly swept away with the notion of aiding in this case!

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"Wonderful! Yes, let us be on our way, then~!" Whisking his hand out ahead, he couldn't help but allow a delighted chuckle escape him. Taking long, gleeful strides, he strolled along to follow the lead of one, Mr. Grant Moore on the adventure to his office!

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Once they got there, of course, he looked the office up and down with a smile. Oh dear me, oh my this was one of the most cramped places he'd ever seen! Why...he carefully crouched in after the shorter fellow and those vibrant yellow optics peered around and about. This place didn't seem to be...ahem...very friendly to his unusually tall stature. Part of him wished his quirk was capable of making him shorter during times like these, yet it was still a rather fun challenge all the same to follow the Alice fellow along!

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As they watched the footage, huddled about and wishing he had some popcorn to snack on while they tried to figure out who the thief was...he reached up towards his chin and lightly tapped it in thought. "Mmm..I see...but why would an Alice with a proper job need to steal someone else's hard earned money?" Confusion seasoned his tone as he took in as many details as he could, something was rather peculiar about all of this. Aside from the obvious in regards to having his property stolen, still...something was off about all of this.

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Gesturing towards the criminal on screen, he then proceeded to gently tap the screen with the tip of his claw. "..though the question is...how do we get it back? Any ideas, Mr. Moore?" Although the gentleman danced about in his own little world, he didn't think someone would take very kindly to being confronted. Although he was willing to bend and twist the rules to make things right, he wasn't too sure Mr. Moore would share those sentiments.

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So for now?

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He would see if perhaps this investigator of sorts, the detective, had any particular plan moving forward.


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With the two sorting out a plan and working together, they managed to solve the mystery of his stolen hat of money from the performance earlier. How curiously miraculous life can be when paths intersect one another, even for a moment.

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[Matsu]

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[attr="class","likedotitle2"]Approved

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+5000 EXP for Pim Finnegan

Unfortunately as Grant's player has quit they won't receive any EXP for this thread!

PHARAOH LEAP.

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