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Post by Pim Finnegan on Jan 2, 2024 9:02:08 GMT
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[attr="class","LOUDWRAPPER"][attr="id","pim"] [attr="class","LOUDHEADER"]  WELCOME TO THE TEA PARTY! [break]
YOU DIDN'T RSVP? THAT'S OKAY! THÀ̸̛̙̦͔̊͆̋̈T̴̞̤̼̖̙̤̙̪̿̑̉̇́̆'̸̥͓̻̌̈́̋͐́̈̐̋S̷̢̢͔̬͕̪̮̾͌͂̒͜͠ ̸͙̻̼̪͕̞̔̑͐͝O̵͍̠͌́̑̄̈́̄̃͝K̷̢̡̘̗̞̟͎͓͋Ḁ̸̛̯͓̞̔̂̌̏̚Ỹ̶̢̡̠̤̤̬̘̞͑͊̉͆̆̚!̶̧̢̢̡̩̘̱̊͛̂͗̍͑̑͠
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Ah...
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...if the voice within his mind harbored so much as a grain of truth, it seems that today he truly was the one that slipped and fell down the abyss of a rabbit hole. Funny how the roles switch and change...is it not? Certainly an instance draped in curiosity as he acknowledge that it was his turn to be an Alice....
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...but where did the voice come from?
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It couldn't be either of these Alices before him...
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Though he could have sworn that their body shifted and that they were sitting...?
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Shifting their gaze downward, ever so slightly canting their head upon seeing the peculiar broom supporting their very soles...ah...perhaps it was coming from this fellow? Gently brushing their palms along the surface...it grazed the core memory of going to the beach and playing with some starfish. Most would probably be horrified by the sight, but it brought a smile to Hibiki's face. Though that smile only grew in such an eerie fashion as the frilly Alice pointed the magical girl tool as though they were a robber holding the pair at gun point. "Why, dear Alice~! There's no need to be so hostile~" Offering a half shrug with a chuckle, those words carried on smoothly past their lips, "After all...who's to say you're solving this all alone, hm~?"
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Chuckling softly beneath their breath, they would gently pet the Cheshire Cat of a broom that became his ride through the shuddering galaxy around them, "Cheshire Cat, do you mind helping me~?" Feeling that it was picking up speed, their grasp would tighten as they couldn't help but allow a bemused cackle to escape them! "ONWARD~! TO INFINITY AND BEYOOOOOOOOOOND~!" Lowering their body, they'd keep an eye out for obstacles to help steer the Cheshire Cat of a broom out of the way so that they would be working as a proper team.
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Owner of Wonderland Theater
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Musically Mad Tea Party
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Post by Pim Finnegan on Dec 27, 2023 7:15:15 GMT
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[attr="class","LOUDWRAPPER"][attr="id","pim"] [attr="class","LOUDHEADER"] WELCOME TO THE TEA PARTY! [break]
YOU DIDN'T RSVP? THAT'S OKAY! THÀ̸̛̙̦͔̊͆̋̈T̴̞̤̼̖̙̤̙̪̿̑̉̇́̆'̸̥͓̻̌̈́̋͐́̈̐̋S̷̢̢͔̬͕̪̮̾͌͂̒͜͠ ̸͙̻̼̪͕̞̔̑͐͝O̵͍̠͌́̑̄̈́̄̃͝K̷̢̡̘̗̞̟͎͓͋Ḁ̸̛̯͓̞̔̂̌̏̚Ỹ̶̢̡̠̤̤̬̘̞͑͊̉͆̆̚!̶̧̢̢̡̩̘̱̊͛̂͗̍͑̑͠
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There were many influential individuals which existed only in the realm of his dreams, many of them who he watched pass away and never knowing how to make it up to them outside of simply living his life. It was always difficult to witness those who lost a loved one simply being told nothing more than, I'm sorry for your loss. Those words reminded him of the many mass produced cards for those who struggled to find their own words to comfort their peer. Manufactured comfort...much like a script that could reach hearts or nothing at all, it depended on the actors, actresses, director and stage hands to bring life to those words.
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Sometimes it filled the void of sorrow when the delivery had some heart behind it, other times it felt empty like a hollow cup with a single drop of water. Spoken as though it was a cheap band-aid...there was a part of him that despised it. Yet, he couldn't completely hold it against those who truly didn't know what to say, yet desired an approach to comfort someone they cared deeply about. No one could provide them comfort for the loss of the Alices...or the others who lost their lives because Pim knew that the Alices of this world would never acknowledge those lost souls as real.
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Standing there as the lantern carefully rest upon his palm, he was careful not to puncture any of the panels with those sharp nails...humming softly to himself, a song of a very merry unbirthday to seemingly no one in particular. That black yukata accented by golden threads forming into shimmering lotus blossoms. Patiently, he would create shadowed silhouettes...and each panel was represented by a different suite like a deck of cards. All in a silent hope that this lantern would guide them in their respective after lives, reminding them all they were never forgotten despite wading through madness...
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...though when he lifted his gaze for a moment, there was an Alice who seemed as though they were mulling over their lantern. What a curious sight...! Especially since so many Alices came here knowing who they wished to honor the memory of during Obon. With each careful step of his geta clad feet, a gentle mist rolling past his feet as though he was walking among chai scented clouds. Slowly draping the place as though it was like a mysterious fog of sorts...most of their peers didn't seem fussed by it in the slightest...but perhaps that's because his focus was on that of the Alice with hair like clouds...?
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Owner of Wonderland Theater
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Musically Mad Tea Party
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Post by Pim Finnegan on Dec 9, 2023 9:31:04 GMT
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Mysterious Mister M
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Owner of Wonderland Theater
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Musically Mad Tea Party
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Post by Pim Finnegan on Dec 2, 2023 7:12:50 GMT
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[attr="class","LOUDWRAPPER"][attr="id","pim"] [attr="class","LOUDHEADER"] WELCOME TO THE TEA PARTY! [break]
YOU DIDN'T RSVP? THAT'S OKAY! THÀ̸̛̙̦͔̊͆̋̈T̴̞̤̼̖̙̤̙̪̿̑̉̇́̆'̸̥͓̻̌̈́̋͐́̈̐̋S̷̢̢͔̬͕̪̮̾͌͂̒͜͠ ̸͙̻̼̪͕̞̔̑͐͝O̵͍̠͌́̑̄̈́̄̃͝K̷̢̡̘̗̞̟͎͓͋Ḁ̸̛̯͓̞̔̂̌̏̚Ỹ̶̢̡̠̤̤̬̘̞͑͊̉͆̆̚!̶̧̢̢̡̩̘̱̊͛̂͗̍͑̑͠
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If he had his own body, this chase wouldn't be as difficult...would it?
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Perhaps the bells of suspicion wouldn't be dancing about in his mind if he was able to exist in this...space train, comfortably existing as himself. However, this was so very much like the times he'd have what felt like those never ending, vivid dreams back then...the ones that felt as though they were taking place somewhere in the vast universe. Therapists, psychologists...they all had a common comment in their pocket about that. They were free to believe what they wished, but he quietly disagreed behind the smiles, nods and words of agreement he provided to them back then...
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Everything felt so real here, as if the line between falsehoods and truths blended together beautifully as the stars among the sky and moonlit night. Both Alices were right in their own court, gravity didn't work in such a fashion...nor was any of this supposed to work...was it? When he gently motioned his hand at his side, fingers lightly twirling at the air as though running them through someone's hair...
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...but nothing happened.
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If this was all due to his quirk...
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...then it presently wasn't within the realm of his control.
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Not even a ripple...
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Thus...whether or not this was some other universe they slipped into or if it was truly his quirk felt so muddled within the depths of his mind. There wasn't time to dwell on such trivial matters, he needed to get to the Conductor Alice, something about that felt important...he couldn't even sort out why! Crouching down, upon the ceiling, he felt the textures through Hibiki's vine-like hands. It was cold like that of a corpse or stone...resting his gaze upon the Alice with a smug look upon their features, he tilted his head and curiously spoke, "Why my oh my, you know something, don't you, Alice?"
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Hibiki didn't feel like her body was very quick, agile, nor anywhere in the realm of being considered fast...but was that the truth? Pushing off of the ground, he did what he could to rush after the odd Alice pair...the colors passing them by danced at the edge of his peripheral vision. Though rather than mere colors, something struck a chord with him as though it was a spectrum of emotions on display rather than a small rainbow of hues, peacefulness in a strange abundance of something fresh, sweetness laced with femininity and compassion, stable reliability with a splash of sorrow, then finally the optimistic happiness draped in friendliness...yet something about it all seemed to quietly harbor caution.
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Why those colors felt as though they were painting such feelings were beyond him, but that didn't stop so much as a beat in his movement. Whether or not he would catch up in this body was something in of itself, but he would do what he could to follow after them...there had to be answers and it felt like they were with the odd pair...
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Musically Mad Tea Party
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Post by Pim Finnegan on Nov 14, 2023 6:21:19 GMT
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[attr="class","LOUDWRAPPER"][attr="id","pim"] [attr="class","LOUDHEADER"] WELCOME TO THE TEA PARTY! [break]
YOU DIDN'T RSVP? THAT'S OKAY! THÀ̸̛̙̦͔̊͆̋̈T̴̞̤̼̖̙̤̙̪̿̑̉̇́̆'̸̥͓̻̌̈́̋͐́̈̐̋S̷̢̢͔̬͕̪̮̾͌͂̒͜͠ ̸͙̻̼̪͕̞̔̑͐͝O̵͍̠͌́̑̄̈́̄̃͝K̷̢̡̘̗̞̟͎͓͋Ḁ̸̛̯͓̞̔̂̌̏̚Ỹ̶̢̡̠̤̤̬̘̞͑͊̉͆̆̚!̶̧̢̢̡̩̘̱̊͛̂͗̍͑̑͠
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Life certainly had a way of complicating things and entangling itself in a large knot, didn't?
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Figuring the most obvious solution wasn't always the correct one, he didn't simply assume that oh...perhaps the gentlemanly Alice came in the same way her did? Though what if there was another entrance of some sort? That's something he was trying to piece together like a jigsaw puzzle with at least five missing pieces. "Mmm..." Twirling his hand lightly in the air as he narrowed those glowing, yellow optics in thought...thankfully he wasn't exerting much energy or effort right now. That mean he could keep this up for a good while and the other gentleman could rest while he took care of finding the rabbit hole out of here...
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"Aaaah...this is rather troublesome, I truly wanted to try the pizza here..." Letting a heavy sigh escape him as he couldn't help but wonder why he was having such a hard time finding some sort of exit. Splashing tea around in streams seemed like a good enough way to enhance the coverage of figuring out the area, but it felt like every surface it hit was sturdy enough...or as structurally sound as it was supposed to be. Nothing slipping out of place, nothing of that sort...
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"Oh, I know your name isn't Alice, Alice~" Lost in thought as he let those words slip past his lips, he still took care to listen to the gentleman's introduction, but blinked a couple of times as the tea suspended itself. "Ouros Aaaaa sounds like a rath--" Turning his head to properly rest his gaze upon the second detective he's had the treat of meeting, he arched a brow and felt his own body being pulled along, "Mmmmhm, this isn't good, not really, no." Motioning his hands, gesturing to himself without so much as a care in the world, the tea rushed towards him and back into his tendrils.
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"Dear me." A sense of curiosity bubbling through his words as those tentacles of his latched on to whatever bars it could, looking down on the red head as though he was just going to watch him fall to his death. Adjusting his monocle while a few spare tentacles extended towards Mr. Detective Murakami, leaning forward as they wrapped tightly upon his bulky form. One around his waist and the other two wrapped under his arms and going across his chest in an X like a harness. "You're quite heavy, Mr. Murakami, it seems you've had a healthy serving of wheaties growing up~" Using what bit of strength he could to pull him up, securing himself to act as an anchor for that boat of a man in this ball ridden sea...all in an effort to make up for his own natural lack of strength.
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OCCUPATION
Owner of Wonderland Theater
EVENT TOKENS
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QUIRK
Musically Mad Tea Party
Archived
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Post by Pim Finnegan on Nov 11, 2023 7:33:28 GMT
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YOU DIDN'T RSVP? THAT'S OKAY! THÀ̸̛̙̦͔̊͆̋̈T̴̞̤̼̖̙̤̙̪̿̑̉̇́̆'̸̥͓̻̌̈́̋͐́̈̐̋S̷̢̢͔̬͕̪̮̾͌͂̒͜͠ ̸͙̻̼̪͕̞̔̑͐͝O̵͍̠͌́̑̄̈́̄̃͝K̷̢̡̘̗̞̟͎͓͋Ḁ̸̛̯͓̞̔̂̌̏̚Ỹ̶̢̡̠̤̤̬̘̞͑͊̉͆̆̚!̶̧̢̢̡̩̘̱̊͛̂͗̍͑̑͠
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Unable to figure out what was going on despite being draped in a sense of familiarity somehow, he watched the scene unfold through the eyes of Hibiki... "...do you...really think so?" Pain cracked through her voice as she rest her gaze upon the strange individual hellbent on encouraging her. Feeling the turmoil of doubt and hope swirling about like freshly poured cream into a cup of coffee, trying to blend and truly become one. Something tugged at the woman's heart from the kindness of this absolute stranger...
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...and in a way, it resonated with Pim's heart, too.
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Ah...but the conductor seemed thrown for quite the loop, startled by the presence of this upbeat woman. The question bubbling about within the depths of his mind was why since it almost looked like she worked there, too. Hibiki was starting to find a sense of peace...but Pim watched behind those eyes of her's, curiously taking in the sight of that woman speaking with the conductor. The questions of whether or not this was some form of reality or not, it still tugged away at him like the pull of gravity itself...
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...if...it was his quirk...
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...how was it able to do all of...well...this...?
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"Hibiki, we need to follow them..." The sense of urgency was a rare one, but something about the conductor reminded him of an Alice he met once upon a time. "Sir...we...we need to remain seated--" "--some rules are meant to be broken, Hibiki." It was as though he took the steering wheel from Hibiki as she began to remove her belt and quickly get up, setting her book down. "Wh-what...what are we doing!? Why can't I--" It's like she fell into a peaceful slumber from far too much chamomile tea as her consciousnesses drifted off and Pim assumed control of this vessel.
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There were few things that drove him in life...finding Alices he encountered in his dreams once upon a time were one of them. Quickly, the Florician followed after them quickly through the next set of doors, water flooding through as though they were being guided through the frame. The doors behind them closing rapidly before revealing what was like a lagoon...but the pattern all over the walls made it feel more like being trapped within a well. This particular cart was rather difficult to see in, dim as could be with the occasional fire fly dancing about.
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A path of oddly, mossy lily pads among wooden boats that were almost shaped like water buckets with the metal plate wrapping around it. All of the Floricians in here were different types of lilies and lotuses all around...all of them silent as though someone informed them of a death that required respectful silence.
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Walking with Hibiki's body was odd...and she was much shorter than himself...
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"Alice, wait!" Calling out to the conductor, it was his voice passing Hibiki's lips...something about this section felt foreboding...but maybe it was all in his head...there were quite a few things that numerous therapists had concerns about, but that was neither here nor there.
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Owner of Wonderland Theater
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QUIRK
Musically Mad Tea Party
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Post by Pim Finnegan on Nov 1, 2023 10:50:23 GMT
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Musically Mad Tea Party
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Post by Pim Finnegan on Nov 1, 2023 10:45:54 GMT
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Owner of Wonderland Theater
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Musically Mad Tea Party
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Post by Pim Finnegan on Nov 1, 2023 7:54:46 GMT
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[attr="class","LOUDWRAPPER"][attr="id","pim"] [attr="class","LOUDHEADER"] 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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Owner of Wonderland Theater
EVENT TOKENS
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QUIRK
Musically Mad Tea Party
Archived
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Post by Pim Finnegan on Oct 25, 2023 9:25:18 GMT
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[attr="class","LOUDWRAPPER"][attr="id","pim"] [attr="class","LOUDHEADER"] WELCOME TO THE TEA PARTY! [break]
YOU DIDN'T RSVP? THAT'S OKAY! THÀ̸̛̙̦͔̊͆̋̈T̴̞̤̼̖̙̤̙̪̿̑̉̇́̆'̸̥͓̻̌̈́̋͐́̈̐̋S̷̢̢͔̬͕̪̮̾͌͂̒͜͠ ̸͙̻̼̪͕̞̔̑͐͝O̵͍̠͌́̑̄̈́̄̃͝K̷̢̡̘̗̞̟͎͓͋Ḁ̸̛̯͓̞̔̂̌̏̚Ỹ̶̢̡̠̤̤̬̘̞͑͊̉͆̆̚!̶̧̢̢̡̩̘̱̊͛̂͗̍͑̑͠
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There wasn't so much as a single shred of concern for his present situation in the slightest!
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Not even when a much thicker Alice fellow dropped in, literally!
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"Oh ho~! Why that is quite the normal reaction~" Speaking those words dismissively as he lightly waved his hand in tandem with the tendrils holding a colorful ball in each. Offering a bright, sharp toothed grin as the gentleman couldn't help but laugh at the whole situation! Truly this was what many would call rather goofy, was it not?
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Attempting to juggle the colorful orbs he mistook as oversized sprinkles, his laughter mellowed into a chuckle without a dash of desire to take his leave. At least not just yet...
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...though this gentleman Alice seemed like the panicked Dormouse over hearing word of a feline intruder.
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Perhaps he should offer a little empathy rather than the sheer level of apathy he displayed...?
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Why would he want to depart so soon, hm?
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"Ah, I hadn't seen where you dropped in from, my dear Alice..." Slowly standing up as tea cascaded down his form, letting out a soft sigh while adjusting his posture. Those vibrant, yellow optics danced around as his tendrils shook off the colorful definitely not sprinkles and he brought one to rest an appendage beneath his chin while narrowing his eyes. Reaching up to adjust his monocle, something clicked.
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"Curious...does this place seem a little bigger to you, Alice?" Lowering his hand as he gestured around, he was never quite sure about the distinction between fiction and reality at times. Or at least that's what some told him which seemed like a bunch of poppycock, but right now...he was genuinely uncertain and could use a second opinion. With his tendrils glowing ever so slightly as though they were a lava lamp of red and gold...there were...sometimes hallucinatory side effects that accompanied his quirk.
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"Hnn...let's see~" Gently motioning his hand around and about, the tea within the air and ball pit motioned up like a fancy fountain, shooting around and about to different spots as though trying to find a weak spot. He, of course, did what he could to not have an impromptu tea fight with this stranger, taking care not to splash him.
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Owner of Wonderland Theater
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QUIRK
Musically Mad Tea Party
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YOU DIDN'T RSVP? THAT'S OKAY! THÀ̸̛̙̦͔̊͆̋̈T̴̞̤̼̖̙̤̙̪̿̑̉̇́̆'̸̥͓̻̌̈́̋͐́̈̐̋S̷̢̢͔̬͕̪̮̾͌͂̒͜͠ ̸͙̻̼̪͕̞̔̑͐͝O̵͍̠͌́̑̄̈́̄̃͝K̷̢̡̘̗̞̟͎͓͋Ḁ̸̛̯͓̞̔̂̌̏̚Ỹ̶̢̡̠̤̤̬̘̞͑͊̉͆̆̚!̶̧̢̢̡̩̘̱̊͛̂͗̍͑̑͠
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Some of the passengers simply offered a polite nod in response, some were so preoccupied in the materials they brought to entertain themselves upon the train during their traveling adventure. Oh how beautiful the sight was of all the Floricians sitting around and about! Why...their physiology were based on different flowers and the interior and a modern twist with vibrant accents despite the dimness within the car. Yet, that only seemed to make the bright Floricians stand out all the more...
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The species in the first cart graced by the the conductor of SpaceRail No. 3037 were related to none other than tulips, roses, azaleas, peonies and small field mustards towards the front. For some reason, one's soft voice seemed to stand out a little more than the rest, "Do you remember playing in the mountains, Macaroon...?" The answer drowned itself out as Shion's steps carried him forward beyond another group, this time the Floricians had a different cluster influencing their curious, floral biology...
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...golden-rayed lillies, Japanese irises, lotus blossoms and a couple that were based on the boquet-esque hydrangeas, yet...it seemed as though those inspired by the lotus blossom took up most of this section. They seemed a little more attentive of the conductor's presence as he walked by. Though their eyes weren't easily visible, that feeling of being watched for a moment would certainly linger for a moment. Though towards the end of this particular cart, it was now full of plum blossoms, autumn roses and a cluster of cosmos...
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Yet there was a lotus who felt a little out of place sitting besides a spider lily near the exit to the next cart, leaning against one another in silence as though they were in a sweet state of slumber.
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Some of the Floricians within the next cart were a little different...they were more like trees with an air of grace and beauty to their obscure forms. Much like a festival in full bloom, the conductor would find himself surrounded by beautiful petals akin to a pink, pastel rainbow, raining gently upon him. A soft breeze that felt comforting towards the beginning where a lonely lotus blossom sat surrounded by sakura blossoms, vibrant nanohanas and daffodils that nearly blended together. One of the daffodils seemed to be comforting the lotus, "It's gonna be okay! I think it's gonna be a fresh start--" "--Like being reborn?" Their tone was morose, yet traces of hope managed to trickle through, "Mmm-mmm! I think so!" The chipper daffodil waved happily towards the conductor as he walked by, the feeling of a smile clear through the upward curve of the petals gracing their face.
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Once Shion walked by the bright natured daffodils with nothing but innocence dancing in their souls, the sakura Floricians would be accompanied by mostly those who looked much like green tea leaves among fewer daffodils. Though there seemed to be a bit of water coming from the next cart...which didn't bother a spider lily who sat there besides the exit door oh so quietly reading a book titled The Art of Living: Peace and Freedom in the Here and Now, an old book that had seen much better days. Something about it almost felt...ironic, really...
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...though it was nothing more than a distraction in its own right.
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For this particular red spider lily harbored their own inner demons.
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"...oh dear...where am I?" Thinking those words to himself as the world around him washed away...nothing seemed to be what it appeared from before. What he could see before his eyes were a book, one of which seemed to be full of wisdom typed out carefully with each word. As though whoever wrote it wanted the reader to find a sense of peace and broaden their mind, though the gaze slowly lifted from the book and took in the surroundings around. Having caught a glimpse of the peculiar fingers holding the book, itself, that's when the gentleman knew..."Curious...this isn't my body..." A soft sigh escaped the red spider lily and that's when a different inner voice of thoughts spoke up weakly, "...hello, my name is Hibiki. The therapist said sometimes it helps to talk about my problems...but I don't always feel like people will really listen to me." "Is that so, Ali--Hibiki?"
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Looking down at their book, Hibiki was pretending to read it at this point. "Mama, I wonder if that book is good even though it doesn't have pictures...that little boy seems to be REALLY sucked into it!" The child's mother shrugged and Hibiki took in a deep breath before exhaling...it...it felt like he--no... "...it's always like this. People mistake me for a boy so much and...mom and dad tell me I shouldn't let it bother me, but I'm a girl...even if most people don't think so." "...dear Hibiki, have you tried telling them that it makes you unhappy?" "I've tried...but the only person who seems to care is my therapist..." "Make that two, because I care too...is there anything I can do to help?" Hibiki shook her head as she quietly turned the page.
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There were tears rolling down the Florician's cheeks...
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"I wish I had more than just imaginary friends like you to talk to..." "I'm actually quite real, Hibiki, but I can't seem to find my body at the moment...it's an unusual situation" "..that's a new one..." "Yes, well...I guess I don't quite grasp my own quirk...but you must have at least one friend? After all, you seem like a bright, young lady." "...my brother...he was the closest thing I had to a friend, but..." "..but what, Hibiki?" "...but he's in the next cart. He was so weird and different before he left...sometimes I feel like he's dying and there's nothing I can do to stop it and...--"
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"--...life is so confusing, why can't it stay the same forever? Why did my brother have to leave me..." "...Hibiki...?" A few of the Floricians stared at Hibiki as she slowly looked up and that's when she realized, "You said that out loud...but don't fret it's okay..." "Is that part of the story?" "O-Oh...uh...I...get lost at times..w-w-with books...s-s-s-sorry..." Stammering out those words, she gripped the book a lot more tight, "Sometimes I just want to disappear." "Hush now...I make a fool of myself all the time, it's hardly worth vanishing over. Things will be alright..."
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...well...Pim wasn't quite sure what was going on, himself...but he was now locked in the mind of this young lady by the name of Hibiki, a red spider lily Florician who was genuinely going through it. Did his quirk somehow create this curious place...did he pass out from exhaustion and have a dream in a different world..? There were quite a few things about his quirk that even the doctors didn't quite grasp...but...this place didn't feel like something of his own creation? More like...someone else had an influence of things around him. Whether this was a dream or something pertaining to his quirk, he wasn't quite sure....but he would keep Hibiki company in her thoughts. At least while he could...
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Yet...
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The conductor of this curious thing seemed out of place and it wasn't because they weren't a Florician, either...
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Like an Alice he knew once upon a time...
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Mysterious Mister M
OCCUPATION
Owner of Wonderland Theater
EVENT TOKENS
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QUIRK
Musically Mad Tea Party
Archived
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Post by Pim Finnegan on Oct 21, 2023 7:32:48 GMT
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[attr="class","LOUDWRAPPER"][attr="id","pim"] [attr="class","LOUDHEADER"] 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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Owner of Wonderland Theater
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QUIRK
Musically Mad Tea Party
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Mysterious Mister M
OCCUPATION
Owner of Wonderland Theater
EVENT TOKENS
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QUIRK
Musically Mad Tea Party
Archived
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Post by Pim Finnegan on Sept 27, 2023 8:48:32 GMT
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[attr="class","LOUDWRAPPER"][attr="id","pim"] [attr="class","LOUDHEADER"] 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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ALIAS
Mysterious Mister M
OCCUPATION
Owner of Wonderland Theater
EVENT TOKENS
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QUIRK
Musically Mad Tea Party
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Sept 27, 2023 4:52:23 GMT
Post by Pim Finnegan on Sept 27, 2023 4:52:23 GMT
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YOU DIDN'T RSVP? THAT'S OKAY! THÀ̸̛̙̦͔̊͆̋̈T̴̞̤̼̖̙̤̙̪̿̑̉̇́̆'̸̥͓̻̌̈́̋͐́̈̐̋S̷̢̢͔̬͕̪̮̾͌͂̒͜͠ ̸͙̻̼̪͕̞̔̑͐͝O̵͍̠͌́̑̄̈́̄̃͝K̷̢̡̘̗̞̟͎͓͋Ḁ̸̛̯͓̞̔̂̌̏̚Ỹ̶̢̡̠̤̤̬̘̞͑͊̉͆̆̚!̶̧̢̢̡̩̘̱̊͛̂͗̍͑̑͠
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Bringing a hand up to his cheek, he let out a rather dramatic GASP! Oh my~! The nerve, truly outrageous, my good sir!" Part of him wasn't too surprised, but it certainly did throw the tall, quirky gentleman for a little loop of sorts all the same! Moving his hand away from his cheek down to scratch his own chin lightly in thought, a devlish grin crossed his lips as he couldn't help but let out a bemused chuckle.
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WHY, WHAT A HILARIOUS FELLOW THIS WAS!
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"Why, if it's easier to act like a feline with intellect such as yourself, we simply need the right piece for your costume~" With the snap of his fingers, he then motioned for Mr. Possum to follow him... "Would you say you've got a knack for making someone else's trash into your treasure~?" If the delightfully, if not somewhat crass, Perry Possum in his company had a talent in such a field...well....that would make this all the easier, "If you can find a cat eared headband in one of these fancy trash bins, I do believe I can come up with the perfect feline disguise~!"
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