Keys to Wonderland

As much as I adore 'Min, I need an evening away. We can't always be holed up together in our own little bubble.

[screened from what passes for "law-enforcement"]

I need something to do.
Someone give me something to do.

Nothing is too crazy, it simply means I'll charge more.

I'm writing on a tree and seeing words coming out of other trees, so I guess this is going to be seen by other people? I mean, it's crazy but I guess that's about right when you consider this is a totally realistic (in a way) hallucination, product of me falling into some stupid hole and probably breaking my neck or something. So now my brain is stretching my last seconds of life by giving me some chance to make peace with the world or something via ridiculous hallucinations.

I've seen it, there's at least two TV shows of that. With the cops and stuff. Sure, one guy gets run by a car and ends up in the forties, and I fall down through a hole and get...Lost meets Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory, with Lucy In the Sky with Diamonds as the setting. Way to go, brain.

What's up with the roses, anyway?

This is not the first time I've woken to being soaking wet from random swims, but to wake up in an entirely different country seems strange. Or this doesn't look like any part of the United Kingdom I know.

Oh and to find a pen tucked into my skirt and writing scrolling by on a piece of wood. Maybe those pills were stronger than I thought.

I apologize to people I was conversing with at the market earlier today. I must have seemed awfully daft for the last while, before I left. I think I nearly forgot my own name. Which is such a terribly embarrassing thing to do!

So sorry for leaving abruptly, and if I called you by the wrong name. You are all lovely and memorable.

In other news, I have some of the most wonderful fabric in my shop right now, made by a very talented individual who may prefer to remain nameless? Either way, it is gorgeous, and perfectly unique - why the fabric will not even look the same on any two people. Currently I'm working on a gown from the fabric, and a very striking coat as well. And a scarf for myself, as I promised I would! I may make a few other small accessories as well, scarves or ascots or hair facinators as well. Every last bit of this wonderful material must be used! If anyone would like to come in and have a look at these creations, pop by Whimsy! OIr just come to say hello, I do love visitors.


[Rebellion People]

200 years is far too long a time. It pains me to think of all the strife caused to individuals of Wonderland. All of this 'celebration' only reminds me of it all.

So, what are our current plans. What can we do? What can I do? I feel the need, even more than usual, to do something.
[end privacy]

I'd like to file a complaint with whoever felt it was a smart idea to tie a red ribbon about my tail while I napped in a tree. I do realize there is an expression having to do with letting sleeping dogs lie, however I feel it's high time to campaign for one about not bedecking sleeping cats in ribbons. This is highly annoying -- not only can my paws not get a good enough grip on it to untie it, but I feel a compulsive need to attempt to catch it when I see it swishing arrogantly from my tail.

...and since I don't have any clothing nearby I can't shift to my furless form, as the locals don't seem to like a naked Cheshire lounging about. Their loss, really.

Now then, who wants to do this cat a favour? Or... should I keep my tail beribboned, to give it that more festive look?

[Storm's handwriting is thin, and flowing, with looping script and very little pressure on the pen itself. His handwriting dances between elegant and illegible, with generous spacing between words, and a large letter space. His message takes up almost half a sheet of parchment by itself, despite it's relative shortness.]

I'm under the impression that it may not rain for the next week. There's still a chance- if some ambitious tendril of hot air decides to ascend a little too quickly, there could be the smallest of rain showers. But it would be quick, and warm, and gentle. Little ambitious warm fronts usually make the sweetest little showers.

But after that, I'm not sure. I'm feeling positively torrential. I would hope no one's festivities are ruined, but that all depends, really.

I wouldn't take my forecasting too seriously, but I would get an umbrella, if you're the sort who becomes bothered by a little rain.

I'm not sure how they can never decide how long these celebrations are to last. As much as I enjoy the company of my customers giving them deals on drinks that last as long as the celebration can hurt the pocket.