Keys to Wonderland

fantastic.
instead of one girl
stomping around in my house,
i now have
two.

and they do stomp,
something terrible.

You know what these festivities need?

More games. I think there should be a tournament, one to honour the Queen. Perhaps croquet? Or even a special running of the Caucus Races. Does anyone else agree it would be nice to see such a display?

Ah well, I have things to do, but if something does happen I would so desire an invitation... That was a hint.

[Billy from London, aka Caradoc]

Have you found a place to stay yet?

[Rebellion People]

It is high time someone takes care of the mess that's been made of the Chessboard Ruins. I'll be there for the foreseeable future if anyone cares to join me.

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?

I don't like calm nights.
They leave me alone with my thoughts.

It's not the alone part I mind, I quite like that. I like having time to myself, and I'm sure it's the same with most people- even on a smaller basis, everyone requires their me time.

But my thoughts are the worst company you could imagine. They run amok, tearing something wild through my head and generally being loud, thundering nuisances.

However that is quite enough about that.

If anyone is curious, next week, once the celebrations have ended- I can almost promise you at least one rain storm.

It could get quite bad.

[Private AWAY FROM the Queen]

AtTeNtIoN EvErYoNe --
I... am in a mood. All this red is bothering my delicate psyche and making want to do... things. Therefore, it would be wise to stay out of my way unless you're confident in your ability to deal with a me. Now then, I would like to find my new friend Caradoc, and then I... want to get what the TaRtS refer to as drunk. Who, not you Hatter, wants to help me with this?

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.

There's been lots of people wandering through the forest lately, and some of them have had to learn the hard way that we don't take kindly to people not watching where they walk. Yeah, sure things look all tangly and overgrown, but that's someones' roots you're stepping on there and that's not cool.

You should've seen the last group start running when I had to warn them off, hahah, it was like they forgot how to use their legs!

'His eyes are wild, psychotic slits that bat-dance in your soul looking for good things to crush or bad elements to identify with.'

Sand. Sea. Sand.
Sea.
Sand.

I've never felt like a lobster before. Trapped in a net, caught in a cage. I've never had someone try convincin' me I'm dead, neither.
At least, not until today.
But. I'm all for new experiences. Like cake, with extra herbal ingredients.
I'm wet and the sand's dry. It's uh... yeah, confused. I'm dreaming. It's alright. I'm dreaming.

(OOC intro tomorrow)