Another Hole in Wonderland (Tsair x Candira)

Alice shivered as he ran his hand along her side, his member finding her entrance with little trouble. The teasing was fantastic. His touch was just light enough to leave her wanting more. He seemed to wait for her permission and she nodded, urging him on as instinct took over. She closed her eyes and gasped softly as he slipped into her, inch by glorious inch.

She agreed with the sentiment and she was happy to hear him say he enjoyed himself. "Mmm, it was. You feel so good, Absolem..." Her blue eyes opened to take in the sheer pleasure on his face, and it was one of the very best feelings in the world. "You should try moving," she urged, wrapping around him with her arms and legs, holding him close. He was soft and smooth, but so fit and strong...and he felt amazing inside of her. Agreeing to this new experience was a wonderful idea.
 
Absolem moved with a gentle sway, seeming to test out each motion carefully, easing himself into and out of Alice's body with a tenderness. His hands continued to caress the woman's body as he pulsed into her, his phallus going deeper with every pressure. A smooth huff escaped his lips, as his large member press over halfway into Alice, though never too far to be painful. He seemed to, for now at least, very carefully mind how much pressure he was putting against her, moving his lips to lightly touch upon Alice's jawline as she wrapped her arms and legs around him.

The closeness seemed to excite him more, his movements becoming more and more thrusting, though he still minded how deep he shoved into the woman, his thickness still enhanced to sizes that might be painful if too much force was used. His lips began to hunt furiously for Alice's own, meeting her with a deep and passionate kiss, as though the experience were driving him more into a state of lust for the woman, his tenderness turning into a burning desire for the pleasure he was experiencing. His body trembled slightly with each thrust, the encounter seeming to stimulate many of his senses at once, and most likely he was taking note of every single one.
 
His tender, conscientious movements were amazing. Little darts of pleasure prickled at her skin as his lips teased her neck and his slow, testing sways became confident, yearning thrusts. The blond bit her lip as she started to move faster, driving her into a frenzy of her own. For someone who had never done this before, Absolem was fantastic at making the most of each sensation for the both of them. He'd taken her from relaxed exploring to lustful need in such a short time.

It hadnt taken her long to get used to his size since he'd been so gentle and careful with her, but he was still the biggest she'd ever had. It was difficult to not cry out in pleasured pain as he took more and more from her, finding her kiss swollen lips with his own again. She met his passion with her own, moving her hips with his. She could feel each tremble as he had yet another new experience with her.

"Absolem," she moaned into his lips. "More..." It was all she could manage as her breathing became more rapid and her lips were taken by his.
 
Absolem's hips pulsed in time with Alice's own, his fluid sense of motion matching her movements. The air around the pair began to heat up slightly with the heat of their energy, making it seem warmer. Absolem's own breaths were picking up pace with his movements, and he began to pump his hips faster at Alice's request for more. His own words had ceased now, perhaps being too caught up in the feeling and emotion to form coherent sentences and acknowledging such.

His movements were becoming more consistent, seeming to have fallen into a rhythm of pleasure as he kept his movements, lips breaking from Alice's only to take breaths. His movements slowly became more and more intense as the pleasure grew, clearly building up to another experience he'd never had before. He breathed out lightly at each retraction before plunging once more into Alice, the consistent breaths hot against Alice's lips as his face remained near hers. "It's... Hard to think straight," he stated, his eyes staring into Alice's own as he made the announcement, filled with emotion as he slowed his thrusts, seeming to do his best to take his time enjoying the sensation now, controlling his own body to the best of his ability, though the mental struggle was evident.
 
Alice moved her hips in time with his. Panting, all the blond could manage at this point was moaning. Her nails dug into his soft skin, the heat of them not lost on her. Heat poured out of her skin, her body reveling in the pleasure of it all. Her body trembled as she built toward her own, powerful experience. She kept their lips locked often, enjoying the heat from his breath, from his skin. He was amazing.

Alice looked up at him as he told her he couldn't think straight. She smiled and laughed just a little, pulling him close to her. "Then don't think," she said, kissing him again. It wouldn't be long now before she was melted beneath him, washed away in pleasure.
 
The advice seemed to be plenty for Absolem, who indulged in the kiss again, a hand upon Alice's hip, urging her into him with every thrust and push of his waist. The faint taste of flavored smoke remained on his tongue as it danced with Alice's own, though it wasn't so intense as to be overwhelming. Rather a hint of flavor amidst a passionate kiss, one in tandem with the rhythmic motion of sex. Absolem seemed more and more focused upon Alice, one hand moving to continue urging the woman's hips into his own while the other moved upwards, sliding along her side.

Pure ecstasy could be seen upon the man's face if viewed, the pleasure almost too much to bear as his breathing became heavy with intensity, pelvis moving even faster as he body began to work towards that ever building climax. "I'm... Building up," the man stated, the sensation seeming entirely pleasant though possibly overwhelming with all of the new stimuli he was receiving. His antennae were helpless, without any role in fornication though trying desperately to get a bearing of what was going on. He slowed his hips, seeming rather unsure of in which manner to proceed, though clearly not desiring to stop.
 
The sweet smokey taste of Absolem only added to the pleasure Alice felt. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he continued to hit just the right spot for her. She trembled with pleasure. As his hand slid up her side, she did her best to lean into it as the other hand kept her hips in synch with his. Most of the thoughts in her head had long since come to a halt. And then he slowed down with a little warning.

Though she knew there was something to worry about, in the moment she didn't really care. All she wanted was for him to keep moving. It took her a moment to collect herself enough to say, "Mmm...don't stop... Keep moving until you want to explode, and then pull out to finish," she offered, her body working hard to make up for the lack of momentum. She was almost there...just a little more.
 
The words taken heed, Absolem continued his slow pace for a brief period before picking it back up once more, having seemed to have built up a little room of buffer before he reached that peak once more. He drove himself against the woman with each thrust, ensuring that he went as deep as he could with his momentum before retracting again to repeat the process. He continued the pressure, seeming to brace himself tightly with each movement, though he moved a hand to capture Alice's chin once more for a passionate kiss.

His body continued its motions, and though he seemed to remain on the verge, his movements never slowed or halted again, maintaining his normal, collected composure throughout his motions. It seemed as though it would not be long now, however, as he began to pump even faster, the desire and lust in his movements now evident, almost as so as in his tongue passing past Alice's lips to consort with her own once more. He seemed determined to make it last as long as possible, but it seemed that he'd reached his limit.
 
Alice felt like her body was melting in the most pleasurable of ways. She closed her eyes and panted, twisting and squirming a bit with each thrust. Low moans escaped her as she breathed heavily, trying her level best to last as long as she could. Her chest rose and fell, even as she pressed into his body, arching up to meet him. When he caught her chin in his hand, she came back to him for another deep kiss. Her tongue caught his in a tangle as he slipped into her mouth.

Her fingers ran through his hair, keeping him so close as he pumped faster and harder, trying so hard to make it last, knowing that it would end soon for him. It ended even sooner for Alice, who couldn't take it anymore. The blonde's mind went utterly blank as she came, her toes curling in ecstasy. Her entire body was wracked with wave after wave of the sweetest satisfaction. She tensed up all around him, twisting and arching, writhing in pleasure as she rode out her orgasm. She clamped down on him, squeezing, pulsing around his huge member. Speechless, the only thing the blonde could manage to do was moan as her body took over and her mind continued to blank.
 
The writhing and tensing from Alice seemed to drive Absolem over the edge as well, though he managed to hold himself steady and keep going through her movements until he could hold no more, one final, deep push of his hips before he let out a faint gasp, retracting his member from Alice's body. It seemed he made it with nearly no time to spare, his hand instinctively finding its way over his member as he reached a climax of his own, the first jet of silky white liquid shooting out onto Alice's stomach. His hand continued subtle movements as he let out a loud groan of pleasure, depositing multiple other shots of the load upon the girl at random, seeming too lost in his own orgasm to mind aiming.

After the final vestiges of his tremors wore off, he was left panting, looking over Alice with his soft eyes, seeming to have been restored to his casual nature now that the deep lust had been finally sated. "You felt wonderful," he stated rather obviously, though with a hint of true meaning to his voice. "That was... quite the experience..." he continued, barely managing the words between heaving breaths.
 
The blonde lay panting beneath Absolem as he reached his own climax. She groaned softly and closed her eyes as he let loose. Her body was splashed with his hot climax until he was empty and she had started to calm down again. Her breathing was back to normal at this point, and her body was both exhausted and refreshed at the same time. She smiled as he told her she felt wonderful and her blue eyes opened to meet his again. "You're welcome. You felt amazing, Absolem. It's hard to believe it was a new experience for you," she said with a little frown.

She was a bit of a mess, his cum all over her rumpled blue dress, her hair sprawled out and tangled beneath her, her skin shimmering with a thin layer of sweat. She propped herself up on her elbows and watched him, taking in the sight of his fantastic body and enjoying the look on his face.
 
"If... Anything, I'm good at... Adapting," Absolem managed between breaths. He seemed a bit worn out from the high-intensity workout he'd just been a part of. He'd continued to look towards Alice's eyes, seeming to forget himself for a few more moments before giving a small cough to clear his throat. "It was quite a wonderful experience, however," he managed to speak out without being interrupted by his breaths. "I am very glad to have experienced it with you."

His antennae had now seemed just as worn out as the rest of him, drooping lightly towards his forward, their usual buzz of sensory input seeming now relaxed and mellow. He fully wore his clothes once more, covering his still somewhat-stiff manhood back up before collapsing to sit next to Alice, looking over her form once again. "You're a wondrous person. I'm quite astonished with the amount of experiences we've shared..." His voice had become smooth again, seeming to have ironed out the heaving breaths and shaken demeanor from moments ago.
 
Absolem's reactions were sweet, and a little more telling than Alice's. She had the privilege of staying exactly where she was, lying on the ground. Still, if she'd tried to stand, she would have had some trouble. She managed to sit up, brushing some of her golden locks from her face. That he was happy to have experienced it with her made her very happy for some reason. He was so kind. It was hard to feel anything but adoration for him.

"I'm glad that we experienced it together, too," she said with a little grin. When he was covered again, she took off the apron and used the clean parts of it to clean off her costume and set it near her stockings and shoes at the edge of the spring. When she was clean, he was dressed again, and he dropped down. She chuckled and decided to drop back with him. She was in no hurry to go anywhere, after all. That he was surprised that they'd experienced so much together made her smile.

"Well, it's easier to experience more when you're with someone," she said, taking her hand in his, playing with his fingers. "I'm glad I wandered into this place. You're pretty wondrous, too."
 
A hint of weariness remained on Absolem's features as he gave a warm smile, watching as Alice dealt with the cleaning process before returning. "You're most definitely the most interesting part about being here," he began with the compliment, only moving briefly to retrieve the hose, taking a quick inhale in an attempt to seem more alert now after expending that amount of energy. After the inhale, he held it in briefly as he glanced once more towards the girl who had been holding his attention avidly for the immediate past. He spoke, small tendrils of shifting-colored smoke exiting the corners of his mouth as he did so, with the tone of breath still yet held, "You are correct with that, however... I've experienced much alone, but in a significantly longer timeframe... It seems I have yet farther still to go."

The admittance came with a final exhale, a plume of smoke simply rising upwards, forming into multiple miniature clouds above the pair. The shifting hues cast a gentle shift in the atmosphere, a relaxing sentiment emanating through the surroundings. "At least you seemed somewhat familiar with the experience, else I'm afraid we'd have been at quite a loss from how to proceed," he continued with contemplation, as though picturing the awkward scene of a double-first time.
 
Alice giggled as he told her he had a long way to go and that it was a good thing she knew what she was doing. "Yes, that's true. Not knowing what to do next can be very...uncomfortable." She brought his hand to her lips and kissed his fingers, impressed with how soft his skin was. "But you are a natural. Really, it almost seemed like you were familiar with the experience, too." She smiled softly and kissed Absolem's knuckles. "Maybe we'll do it again some time. It's never the same twice."

Her body felt heavy and light at the same time. She was tired, but so energetically charged. He had set her most beautifully at odds, and it was a very satisfying sensation. She hadn't really expected it to happen when she'd sat down with him, but Absolem had not disappointed. The blonde closed her eyes and squeezed his hand, imagining the smoke he sent up into the air.

"Mm, would you like to try to sleep with me? I almost feel like I need a nap."
 
Absolem's words came out slow and methodical, as though his mind were already slowing down at the thought of sleep. "That would be most acceptable," he stated, giving a squeeze back with his own hand. His antennae now had settled to rest against his scalp once more, their usual flurry of motion now stabilized and resting themselves. He ran a hand along the side of Alice's cheek as he addressed her once more, "We can talk more once we awaken... I would very much enjoy that, even if its a familiar experience." He settled back after that, seeming too worn out to continue, as the only other motion he made before reclining was one more breath from the hose. He held it in his lungs as he laid back, eyes still seeming to focus on Alice until they finally shut.

As they did, the smoke left his lungs, seeping out of the edge of his mouth and nostrils before finally being expelled with the rest of his breath. His breathing normalized, becoming the sustained pattern of a man at rest, though his hand remained clasping Alice's own when he finally seemed to drift off into the realm of sleep.
 
Alice smiled at his touch. It seemed he simply wanted to keep touching her. It was nice. The feel of his silky skin against her own was a treat she wouldn't soon forget. She opened her heavy eyes to watch him as he agreed to sleep and told her he would like to talk to her again. The reassuring squeeze from his hand made her feel warm, and the way he gazed at her as he drifted to sleep made her feel very special, indeed. When he finally fell asleep, she let her own weariness carry her away as well. She kept her hand in his and curled close to Absolem.

She had all but forgotten how frightened and uneasy she had been just moments before meeting him. And she had also forgotten the Cheshire Cat's admission to watching her. At this point, though, leaving her new friend was the furthest thing from Alice's mind.
 
Alice's dreams were a hallucinogenic wreck, possibly caused by the substance that Absolem had been inhaling. It wasn't long before a sense of loneliness and dread seeped into her notions, as though her senses were leaving her. Smoke laden faces appeared and disappeared. A rabbits head, before dissipating. The telltale grin of the Cheshire Cat. Absolem's antennae. A large, red heart. A hat and a teacup, paired together. All these sensations came and drifted, before finally a final image, a smokey recreation of Alice at home, before falling in the hole. She looked down into the abyss and saw only darkness staring back.

And then, the nightmare was over. Silence was in the area now, and there was no familiar sensation of Absolem near her. Next to the pool, however, there was a bulbous, fleshy pod. Larger than a man, it seemed to faintly pulse with a sense of life inside.
 
Alice woke with a start, terrified of the disturbing imagery of her dreams. Her heart pounded in her chest as she tried to remember where she was and what was happening. Flashes of a strange man, the Cheshire Cat, and Absolem hit her, her stomach sinking a bit. She turned to where Absolem had been and gasped at the sight of the pod, suddenly very afraid, though it wasn't a very frightening item.

Her hands shook as she pulled on her stockings and shoes, never taking her eyes off of the pod. What was it doing here? What did it mean? The blonde ran her fingers through her hair before scrambling to her feet. Where was Absolem? She looked around, frantically searching for something familiar, and though this was the same beautiful place where she'd fallen asleep, she felt unnerved and totally alone.

"Absolem?" She called softly.
 
The sound of her call resonated through the area, seeming to almost echo before dissipating into the surroundings. There was no response, however, only the smooth, ever pulsing motion of the pod. The area was clear of smoke, now only exhibiting a strange cool breeze. The pool was calm, with no disruption to the water, indicating the untouched nature of the area for the recent time.

After a few moments past, an intimidating chuckle permeated the surroundings, seeming to come from everywhere at once at first. It was only a moment before the source appeared, however, a lone mouth, cackling lightly as it came into sight. Followed by the mouth came the features, the pale blue skin of a man familiar to Alice. The Cheshire cat came into sight once more, his sadistically gleaming grin still painted on his features as his tail flicked outward, arms folded behind his back. "Well, my -dear- Alice, it seems you are left at a loss once more! Poor Absolem seems to be unable to help now, with his current... indisposition? That seems like a word for it," he stated, a rough purr hidden behind his enunciated tone. His feline visage inched closer to Alice, seeming to attempt to ascertain her emotions at the moment as he inspected her.

"You've only traveled a little, and yet you already seemed -so- prepared to give up. Settling so soon, one could only surmise that you do not truly understand the predicament you're in," he continued, halting his words as his tail fell to the ground. Cheshire held out his hand, claws extending as he inspected each sharp point, continuing to speak nonchalantly as ever. "You'll never get back at this rate, the Red Queen will have your head... But, can't say I'd mind you being here... forever. Dead, though, would be rather inconvenient."

He flitted upwards, floating upwards with no regard to physics as he did so. "After all, you've already demonstrated a set of talents that can get you quite far," he said with a sly smirk hinting at the corner of his mouth. He now hovered directly over the pod, looking down. "Absolem seems as though he'll be contained for... Hours? Days? Weeks? We don't know around here, really. Never spoke to the guy, and he almost never talked about his cocoon..."

The cat-like man lowered to the ground once more, stepping closely to Alice as he moved a hand to the girl's cheek, giving an almost condescending stroke with a single claw, causing no harm as he spoke. "You'll need to be on your own again. Let's see how that goes for you.." he stated as he stepped back with a grin once more. "Where, oh -where- will you go next?"
 
That laughter...she'd heard it before! It was at once familiar and welcome in the terrifying chaos of the moment, and an ominous warning that something was about to change, and possibly for the worse. It wasn't really fair of her to assume that the Cheshire Cat meant her harm. After all, he'd told her the truth earlier and guided her to safety. She had no reason not to trust him. Besides, if he'd really wanted to hurt her, he would probably have done so by now. It wasn't as though he didn't have the opportunity or the means. She was, essentially, defenseless.

It made things all the more unnerving when only parts of the cat in question appeared at a time. Even if she was in some kind of dream world, creepy is creepy. When he was fully formed before her eyes, she frowned, instantly on the defensive, unable to help herself. That he knew Absolem wasn't really that surprising, but his apparent glee in the situation made her stomach turn in shock. She was alone again in this strange place that had been revealed to actually be quite dangerous.

And if she was alone...the appeal of the beautiful setting dropped quite a bit. She'd been distracted by a strange and handsome man, and now...well, things didn't look great for her. She really needed to go home. His mocking tone and the way he needled her about her "talents" irked her, though. "Judging me? That hardly seems like good form," she said with a little frown. His claw running down her cheek sent shivers down her spine, but to her credit, she didn't flinch.

"Look, I may have been distracted, but I don't really know what I'm doing. Absolem was kind and comforting...whereas you are...what's the word..." she said, trying to think. "You're unsettling, to say the least. Still...you could have tricked me into doing something awful, and you set me on the right path. Thank you for that. I guess I really shouldn't wait around for trouble to find me, but I don't know where to go."

At this point, she was really just thinking out loud. She wasn't at all sure that the Cheshire Cat cared what she thought or her internal process. But then, he was just as hard to read as a real cat. "Well, I guess I'll just continue going where I was heading. Maybe I'll figure it out as I go." She shrugged and looked into his eyes for a long moment. "You know, my instincts tell me I should stay away from you, but you don't seem so bad. Creepy, but not bad." She smirked and started to turn, wondering if the cat was done toying with her yet.
 
The Cheshire Cat grinned his wide, toothy grin with his pointed teeth as he listened to Alice respond. "Bad form, unsettling, and creepy! Such an attitude from one such as yourself! Your instincts may be right, but I also don't seek to see you drop without a fight... On the way you were going... yes, that seems about right! Much better than back the way you came, oh that is for certain!" he elated as he hovered beside Alice, taking a relaxed position on his side in midair, as though there was a traveling platform underneath him.

"Though, I should warn you," he began, his usual carefree tone taking a dark turn as it became completely serious, "The queen has begun her search. She heard an Alice has returned and I fear she wants you gone just as she wanted hers." At the end of the sentence his voice had picked up back to its normal state, as though he were about to start laughing at the end of every phrase. He began to fade out of sight until only his gleaming eyes and smile remained. "You seem to have a good head on your shoulders, best to keep it there."

And with that, the catlike man disappeared, the remnants of his voice fading into obscurity as the area once again became quiet. There was an opening ahead of Alice, almost a path through the clearing. It seemed far more foreboding than her current location, but few options seemed to have left themselves available. Trees and mushrooms and various flora of a plethora of colors lined the path, leading through the trees. The woods seemed to almost speak their sounds now, hints of a breeze moving softly against Alice's skin.

Ahead, there was light once more, the trees finally breaking off and an exposed cliff face leading down into a field of extremely tall grass, the size that Alice could easily get lost in. Far off into the distance, there was a large castle with indiscernible activity occurring, only the hint of movement at this distance. Nothing could be seen in the grass other than the occasional movement of patches, some much larger than others, as though something lurked within.

The path Alice was on continued down the cliff, going back and forth to descend the treacherous path. Far down at the base of the cliff, there seemed to be a small opening before entering the grass, where there multiple figures sitting at a table having some kind of meeting.
 
Alice had gotten distracted by the comfort Absolem offered, but she was increasingly uncomfortable in this place. There was definitely something sinister happening here. And the Cheshire Cat, in his own deeply unsettling way, was trying to help her. She chose to push down her feelings of fear and anger and decided to listen to him instead. The path she was on was better than staying here...and apparently the queen was after her now. Was this really Wonderland, then? If so, she really ought to get moving. She took one last look at Absolem's cocoon and said goodbye before she took off.

She continued along the path Cheshire Cat had pointed out to her. Alice knew she would have to be more careful now. She had been weak with Absolem--he'd been too kind and offered her too much comfort...and pleasure, if she was honest. She would have been content to stay there if nothing had happened. She would have to keep in mind now that someone was actually looking for her with the intent of doing away with her.

It was at this point, that she emerged from the woods to the cliffside path. The castle was ominous, but she wasn't sure where else to go, so it seemed like she would have to head that way eventually. The waving grass made her stomach a little uneasy, but she supposed that's what she got for waiting around so long.

The figures at the table were unavoidable at this point, but maybe one of them would be willing to help her. With that in mind the bouncy blonde made her way down the path.
 
As Alice descended the path, the three figures became clearer. It was an odd gaggle of a group; a man with a lopsided hat that bore an unusual mark upon it, a pale figure who bore a fuzzy physique and had two large ears on either side of his head, and a smaller figure that had a lengthy tail and two large, round ears. The strange group seemed in raucous conversation with each other, the table moving and straining under the shifting and changing motion of each of its members. Chairs were knocked over, tea was spilling, and a set of playing cards was strewn across the ground nearby in a haphazard manner.

When she drew even nearer, the voices became clearer to her. "Alas alas, no more tea! Need to brew a fresh pot! DONE! Now to pour, poor Hare, you seem to not have tea to spare!" the man in the hat began, though his version of brewing tea seemed to be no more than picking up a new pot from the various objects piled upon the table. He poured the tea into the cup of the man with the ears next to him, filling the cup exactly to the rim with an unnatural accuracy.

This was, of course, only a momentary save as Hare picked up the cup violently, sloshing the liquid all about and causing it to spill over the edge of the table and the ground below. He took a deep drink of the concoction, letting out a breath of relaxation afterwards before passing the cup to the other next to him, saying, "Why thank you, Hatter, for this lovely drink. Mouse, won't you have some? It's positively deee-lightful!" The last word was accentuated with a pound of the man's fist upon the table, as though his own form of punctuation. His ears quivered at the moment the drink seemed to hit his stomach.

The third figure seemed grateful to receive the drink, emptying the rest of the cups contents into his gullet. He let out a squeak of joy at the drink, downing it readily as he glanced around the table, as though searching for more. His eyes finally fell upon the now-arrived Alice, and his tail seemed to immediately lose all of its stability, drooping as he froze. "Who... Who are you?" he asked. This caused the other two to turn as well. They all stared for a brief moment, as though silently discerning the figure.

It was the Hatter who spoke up, almost immediately after the silence began. "Now now, mouse! It's clearly Alice, do you not see her clothes? Her hair? Has all this tea gone to your head?" he asked, leaning over the table to tap the head of Mouse, who reacted with another squeak. Hatter then turned back to Alice, rising to his feet and gesturing to the chair he had previously occupied as he moved to a fallen one, picking it up as he continued, "Alice, Alice! Take a seat, please! Join us for tea, won't you? It must be your unbirthday again, and we should celebrate at once! You only show up on that celebration after all, tsk tsk!" he chastised, though his beaming face seemed to imply he was nothing but happy to see the mistaken individual.
 
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The path was easier to descend than she thought it might be. It wasn't nearly as steep or uneven as it appeared, but then, perhaps most of the things she was seeing were not what they appeared. Even the mysterious Cheshire cat seemed to be on her side despite the very creepy way he appeared and disappeared from her life. As she grew closer to the bottom of the cliff side, it was easier to make out the figures at the table. They didn't appear to be looking for anyone--just having a rather raucous party for three people.

The closer she got, the more interesting their features became. It seemed that the three of them were in constant motion, animated in a very colorful way. The man's hat immediately caught her attention. The mark looked familiar, but she couldn't quite say what it was. Either way, she knew that he had to be the hatter in this dream world of hers. Who else would he be? The other two, then, would be the March hare, and the door mouse. The liquid, if things were traditional in this dream of hers, was probably tea of some kind.

As she came closer, her suspicions were confirmed by the hatter's clear voice. But it seemed as though something wasn't quite right about this party. Best to not question it for now, she thought. The last thing she needed was to get tangled up in logic. She had a mission--to get home before the queen found and killed her. Perhaps these gentlemen could help her. But...were they drunk? It was kind of hard to tell.

The mousey young man seemed to freeze in terror at the sight of her as she finally reached the bottom of the path. Alice had never inspired terror in another human being as long as she could remember. That she made this person nervous was...odd. Still, it seemed this world was more dangerous than she had originally though, so she tried to smile reassuringly and pushed some of her blonde hair behind her ear.

The buxom young thing was well aware of their intense gaze and it effectively shut down her powers of speech for a moment. They were making her far more nervous than she really ought to be. Finally, the man in the hat broke the silence. He was very charming, pleasant in demeanor, despite the teasing.

Here was another man who thought he knew her. She certainly didn't remember him, and it seemed cruel to correct him when he was so happy, but she could hardly let him go on like this. "Yes, my name is Alice," she began, carefully, "But I'm afraid you have me confused for someone else. I don't know who you are...I'm sorry." she frowned here and looked at each of them in apology. "You all seem like such nice people. I'm just trying to find my way home," she said, taking a few steps toward the man with the hat, as he was the closest and the one who seemed to be most pleased with her appearance. "I'm not really sure where to go, though." The trouble was the same as it had been when she'd stumbled across Absolem. Still, she had learned to trust in others and stay calm--not to panic--from her time with him. And the Cheshire Cat had taught her to keep moving.

"I don't suppose you might know a way to get there?" It never occurred to her in her dream-like denial that they wouldn't know where her home was, much less how to get her there, if she had never told them about it. Then again, she really didn't have anyone else to turn to at the moment--the Cheshire Cat had already declared that he wouldn't help until he was good and ready, and that there would be a price when she asked. Absolem was currently in a cocoon from what Alice understood, and these people seemed like they were nice enough--if not a bit hyperactive. Maybe they would help her if she played her cards right.
 
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