war of wonderland

Who: Angela & Open
Where: The Kitchen of the Hatter Estate
When: At night
Why: After her burns were tended to, she wanted food but wouldn't ask for it directly.


Stubborn, Stubborn, Stubborn. Angela was the most stubborn ox that you ever met, she was hard to tend to because she didn't want to be touched or treated kindly. She knew what they wanted from her and she refused blatantly. When she was finally sedated enough to allow the treatment of her burns, she slept through a good bit of the day but when she finally woke up? She was unbelievably hungry and instead of calling, she slipped into slippers and was pretty damn annoyed that she had to wear a simple white dress to keep her burns from rubbing against fabric and causing an irritation.

In reality, she should have been laying down but she was too hungry for that.


The girl finally made it to the kitchen after an hour of wandering and she opened the large first fridge, pulled a few things to make a sandwhich with. At this time of night, nobody was in the kitchen but she was. The black-haired girl started wiping a bit of mayo on the bread, chicken breast slices that were marinated in pineapples and set down so she could eat.

Who: The Hatter, Marge Hare & the ones he called to work for him.
When: Mid-morning
Where: During his tea party, on his extremely large outdoor area made for just that.



The party shall never be canceled even if the inhabitants are incredibly late for their dates with him at 3 o' clock sharp, which was ironically morning. Those that did not know Wonderland did not know it's erratical pattern of time preferences because the sky controlled the sky, the sun was often out whenever it wanted, causing Lunar Eclipses often. At the moment the wind was picking up which didn't make him laugh nor giggle, he was quite complacent as the wind would often ruin the parties by ruffling things around.

Perhaps the wind hated the parties because he was always never invited!

The Hatter had seats arranged and everything but no one had showed yet, the seats had extremely high backs that were just ridiculous but they were clearly in taste with the rest of the table setting.

The Marge Hare set across from The Hatter, the two looked oddly as if they belonged together. The Hatter had slightly long black hair touching his neck, a violet top hat and a navy coloured suit with pink and yellow print near the edges of the fabric for flair. The Marge Hare was a blonde, attractive man with and eyepatch and long rabbit ears sticking out of his hair. It looked as if they might be fake, but they were certainly not.

"How rude." Hatter muttered,"The tea should never be cold."