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asgardmeridiem2014-03-22 09:40 pm
terriblycrowded) wrote in asgardmeridiem2014-03-22 09:40 pm
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A hat for Alice from the hatter himself.
Who: Tarrant Hightopp & Alice Liddel (The elder)
What: A proper hat
When: Day 419
Where: Heimdall
Rating: PG to PG-13? There will be mentions of hats.
Well it had taken him a little longer than it usually would have to make the hat, but he was finally finished the project he had been working on; Alice's hat. His room in the Heimdall welcome hall had all but been taken over by the supplies required for his craft. The bed was completely covered and hidden beneath various fabrics, ribbons, spools of thread, and various tools for shaping and shaving. In the corner stood a mannequin that came from who knows where, and in a chair a sewing machine. Across the dresser tea pots and cups and tape measures with pins and glues. At this point there was barely any room to move, but as soon as he had finished the Hatter stood there bright eyed and immediately called Alice.
Of course he would have to wait for her to find her way there and so he made his way from the chaos of the room to the living area of the welcome hall where he waited for her to arrive. Keeping the hat safely tucked next to him as he sat there anxious, having forgotten to even take off his apron.
What: A proper hat
When: Day 419
Where: Heimdall
Rating: PG to PG-13? There will be mentions of hats.
Well it had taken him a little longer than it usually would have to make the hat, but he was finally finished the project he had been working on; Alice's hat. His room in the Heimdall welcome hall had all but been taken over by the supplies required for his craft. The bed was completely covered and hidden beneath various fabrics, ribbons, spools of thread, and various tools for shaping and shaving. In the corner stood a mannequin that came from who knows where, and in a chair a sewing machine. Across the dresser tea pots and cups and tape measures with pins and glues. At this point there was barely any room to move, but as soon as he had finished the Hatter stood there bright eyed and immediately called Alice.
Of course he would have to wait for her to find her way there and so he made his way from the chaos of the room to the living area of the welcome hall where he waited for her to arrive. Keeping the hat safely tucked next to him as he sat there anxious, having forgotten to even take off his apron.
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She just happens to lack on social cues at times.
"Well, yes," She confesses, again, very much at ease in talking to Hatter, "I share the same house with a Pitch Black. The boogeyman, as it were. I fought him twice and the second time, well... Mr. North brought me back after he found me on the streets. I left Hel the first time after he took the vorpal blade and slid it underneath my door. I went back to grab a picture of my family and he was there. I refused to come back since; I don't want to have anything to do with him or that place."
Hatter should know from her of all people that taking the vorpal blade is a very big deal. He unnerves her. He makes Alice's paranoid much worse and reminds her of horrible, horrible hallucinations, something Alice doesn't need right now. "After the fire giants, it's been terrible. It's why I decided to learn how to fight better. I want to defend myself if he approaches me again or the fire giants. I have my friends I want to protect -- you included. I'd never forgive myself if anyone I cared about was hurt on the account of my inability to fight. It's not like the Jabberwocky or card guards, sometimes."
Alice soon falls into silence after it finally dawns on her that, oh, no, Hatter. She doesn't want to replace him or push him aside, he's one of the few she can actually trust. "Oh, Hatter..."
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"It's good that Alice has found friends, especially if there are knaves like that around."
Little Alice had mentioned them as well, so apparently they were pretty good at keeping Alice safe and happy.
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She feels as if she has to reassure him of that, nervous that he could have taken that the wrong way. He'd be hard to replace -- no, he would be virtually impossible, no matter what version of him may stumble here. He's from Wonderland. Anyone from Wonderland that was untainted had to be the most important. She keeps that secret guarded to her heart, hardly uttering a word of how drastic it changed for both better or worse.
"I'm happy you're here with us."
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Hopefully he would be a bit more helpful, and he would certainly do what he could to help Alice since she had certainly did so much for all of them. Pouring himself another cup of tea it seems that he settles down a little. Turning the attention back to the reason that she had come to visit him.
"But you really must wear your hat on all the finest occasions, especially since it looks good on Alice."
It's time for smiles, not frowns.
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"I promise," It makes her feel like an actual lady, of the sort, especially after what she had been through over the years.
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After all he had a lot of free time, and he despite being aptly called Hatter he was quite skilled in making a number of other things as well. And seeing Alice smile, even a small one, makes him feel much better and secure so that there is no more worry about being forgotten.
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She stammers, thinking of Maglor and how he's always offered requests to play songs. "You're just as bad as Mr. Maglor. But Hatter! What about yourself? What is it that you want?"
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Really the Hatter was more than happy to simply do what he was doing here, there wasn't much else he could do or needed or even knew to do. With the March Hare, Maliumpkin, or even Cheshire missing there weren't very many that would understand him.