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[digophelia]

Who: (Elder) Alice and open
What: After the school fire, Alice more or less blacked out and slept for a few days, only to wander out while hallucinating. She finally wakes up.
When: Day 422
Where: All over Asgard
Warnings: May have potential triggers or content warning here for mental illness (i.e. disassociation and hallucinating), but nothing fairly extreme. I just want to make that pretty clear, since these things can be sensitive in nature.


The rest of it seems to be a blur.

Or rather, a big, big blotch of black ink on paper, from a fountain pin onto white paper. It spreads and spreads, until the blinding white is consumed by black. Darkness. She feels herself falling and falling -- but there is no rabbit hole to speak of, just a sinking feeling until she hits something. Hard.

She had fallen off the bed, not that she would have noticed. In an lucid dream, Alice had staggered out of doorway, down a flight of stairs that seemed too endless for her memory, as if she was going further and further into darkness again. The ground was rumbling and in her mind, she envisioned snakes and wolves, climbing up a hill made of doll heads and skulls, past grey visions of figures with no faces to spare. "LOOK AT ME." She hears them screaming.

But in her mind, Alice had kept her head low, her head ringing as she staggered forward, bare feet hitting the cobbled stone street, as Alice was remembering something... something terribly vague. Triangles... shards. Absolutely hysteric! Glass? A vision of her arms red, black and white. Blood red. The rage box? No, that was left in Wonderland.

"Worry for others can end up damaging you, Alice."

She can still glance back to the Dollhouse now and see them glancing through the windows waiting for safety. But had she not gone through a window? No, that couldn't be it. She could recall smoke and climbing through a window, but it seems to blur. She was seven in that memory, not nineteen. Alice finally glances down at her hands, sure that there were shards of glass in them, but.

There's nothing. No burns, no scratches, no cuts. Nothing.

"I've could have sworn-"

She was consumed by her visions, which is, sadly, not terribly unusual for her. She flexes her trembling hands, turning them front to back to inspect them. Not a trace on her pale skin, nothing more than the sickly parlor of her skin and veins. Was it just her imagination running loose? It may take a few more moments, but Alice is currently pulling herself back up off the ground, clutching her head as the headache subsides.

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if this is not okay just let me know /face in hands

[curiousing]

The sound of a dog barking would be what would alert anyone around of someone being nearby. It was one of excitement as the dog it came from was floating --yes, floating-- ahead while the tip of his nose glowed --also yes to the glowing--. It was a ghost dog that looked similar to one of those simple Halloween decorations made using a white bed sheet.

Happy to be out and about, the ghost canine had floated ahead of his owner and having the time of his afterlife exploring Asgard. Jack never took him out when the skeleton went off scaring so it was rare for the pup to go anywhere but the familiar scenery of home. And upon catching sight of Alice as he hurried ahead of Jack, who was calling out to him, he changed his direction to catch up to her instead of sitting as he was being yelled to do.

[terriblycrowded]

With all of the commotion, Tarrant had been all around Asgard attempting to help in the ways that he could. Taking people from one place to another and going so far as to finding a sword should they be required to ride out and meet the enemy. In the madness of that he had managed to pluck around from place to place fairly well.

It was all a little too close to the conflict in Underland, and on numerous occasions the hatter had slipped into that alternative state of mind. The deep think accent rolling forth in place of the chipper upbeat tone that usually filled his words, electric yellow eyes taking in the sights of the city. Seeing Alice wandering though pulls the hatter from whatever errand he was doing to check on her.

"Alice? What are you doing? You really shouldn't decide to nap in a place such as this."

*crosses fingers and hopes not to traumatise poor Alice more*

[bythewaves]

In the park by the willows, Maglor has finally relaxed his guard a little. Elrond sleeps, for now, and Maglor plays for him. The Song is out of reach here, but Elrond has been restless and unhappy without his twin, and the murmurs of battle do nothing to quench a spirit already burning - so Maglor plays, and the lullabies sooth one young peredhel to rest. There is no Influence to the music, for he does not know he has that power any longer, but he was rightfully once called second only to Daeron.

I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew:
Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew.
Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea,
And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a golden Tree.
Beneath the stars of Ever-eve in Eldamar it shone,
In Eldamar beside the walls of Elven Tirion.