Alice thinks everyone has a Wonderland (offinherhead) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-05-03 00:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, alice liddell, maeglin |
Do we have a plan? For being famous. We should advertise on the net.
Who: Maeglin and Alice
What: Talk of dreams and jobs
Where: Place for the band?
When: Today!
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13
The song had been stuck in Alice's head all bloody day. She sat, strumming on a guitar string, "Will you walk a little faster? said a whiting to a snail. There's a porpoise close behind us and he's treading on my tail... See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance! They're on waiting on the shingle, will you come and join the dance?"
Maeglin walked into the room with some bread and cheese in his mouth. He sat down across the room, listening to Alice's song. He didn't recognize it. He finished chewing and decided to speak, a somewhat rare occurance. "What song is that?" he asked, his dark hair hanging down into his eyes.
"The Lobster Quadrille," Alice replied, with all seriousness. "Its a rather silly song for a rather silly dance."
"There's a dance to go along with it?" Maeglin couldn't help the smile on his face. "Show me," he said as he popped some more cheese into his mouth.
"I can't." She looked at him, as though he should know this, "We don't have a turtle or a gryphon, to say nothing of the lobsters."
"Oh, duh. How stupid of me," Maeglin replied, only somewhat sarcastically. He honestly didn't get Alice at all. Most of the things she said went right over his head. "Want some cheese?" he offered, holding out his hand.
She set the guitar aside, nodding her head, "Yes, thank you. How is it going at the bar?" She took some of the cheese and popped it into her mouth.
Maeglin shrugged as he lounged back further into the couch. "Good, I guess. Gaila still hasn't told me if she's keeping me or not."
"Have you broken anything or stabbed anyone?"
Maeglin gave Alice a look that was akin to a death glare. "No," he said. Why did people always assume the worst with him?
She smiled at him fondly, "Then you're probably fine. I would've stabbed some bloke by now."
Oh, yeah. That's why. Because he hung out with people like Alice and dressed like a punk rocker even though he was in a death metal band. Whatever. "Please don't stab me," Maeglin pointed out.
Alice slipped the big knife out of her pants and twirled it around, before setting it down next to her, "Why would I cut you? I like you. You give me an outlet. Though it worked until the dreams." She frowned, fingers twitching against her wrist.
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Maeglin shrugged. He didn't trust anyone, even people who liked him and Alice was unstable as far as he could tell. "You're having dreams too?" he asked. He wasn't, but it seemed like everyone else was.
She nodded her head, eyes growing momentarily haunted, "Terrible ones. Fire, and death. I prefer the lobster one."
"I would too," Maeglin replied and then fell silent. He was usually the quiet one of the group. He didn't really talk a whole lot, which made him a really great bartender. He was good at listening. Not caring, but listening.
"You don't particularly care. But thats all right. You can't trust the ones that say they care, because they all lie." She fell silent again. Could she trust Aveline? She said she cared but...The thought was disquieting, "I'm sure you'll be hired on."
Maeglin shrugged and nodded. Alice was right. He didn't care. There wasn't much he DID care about outside of his band. Then again Alice was a part of the band now. "Yeah," he said. "Thanks."
Alice munched on another piece of cheese as things got awkward. She glanced at him, "You should..what do they call it? Get laid?"
Maeglin choked on the cheese he was chewing on and had a nice coughing fit for a moment. When he finally regained his composure he shook his head. "Yeah. Uh. No."
The woman giggled, "Sex is vastly overrated. I'll be an old maid. With cats."
"Then why do you think I need to get laid?" Maeglin asked. He wasn't really the one night stand sort. He was more the guy with the major crush on the girl, but never gets enough courage to ask her out type of guy.
"Isn't that normal for men?"
She looked at him again, her expression once more serious.
Magelin considered this in silence for a moment. "I guess," he replied. "I'm not normal though."
"I hadn't noticed." She stuck her tongue out at him, and picked the guitar up again. She really only knew the three bars or so, but that didn't stop her from aimlessly plucking, "There's too much normal out there." Her eyes lowered, "Though sometimes I wouldn't mind a wee bit of normal."
Maybe that was the difference between Alice & Maeglin. She craved normalcy, Maeglin didn't. Then again Maeglin wasn't exactly on his level either. He gave Alice a sympathetic look and then picked up his bass guitar and started to pluck on it with her.
She'd be happy without the nightmares, mostly, "I'll need to get a real job soon. The nuthouse will stop paying the rent eventually." She tapped her chin, "I wonder what I should do."
"No idea. I don't even know what I should do," Maeglin replied.
"Well you're making a good go of it at the pub," She pointed out. "What sort of long term goals do you have?"
"None?" Maeglin replied. He honestly didn't know what he wanted to do with himself. "Well, besides the band getting famous? Yeah. None."
"Do we have a plan? For being famous. We should advertise on the net." Alice straightened, "What if our theme was dreams? That seems to be a thing!"
Maeglin never had a plan and no one else in the band was particularly plan oriented either. "We've never done a theme before," was all Maeglin offered.
"So why don't we try it?" She seemed really excited for the first time that day, "Dreams we've had, dreams others have had. Mine are really dark, I'm sure you have dark, evil, gothic dreams."
Maeglin couldn't help but smile at Alice's enthusiasim. "I don't really remember my dreams. Though I have a recurring one about Michael Jackson that's kind of dark," he mused out loud.
The question came unbidden to her mouth, "Did he molest you?"
The question didn't even really surprised Maeglin. Maybe he was starting to get used to Alice. Finally. "No," he said. "He was the master of a horde of monsters who were taking over the world."
"Oh, that makes more sense." Alice gave him another smile, then picked up some paper and a pen, "Fire and burning flesh." And she started to write a song.