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🐇 curiouser and curiouser ☕
The land beyond the eye that people cannot see.
Just as you go about your day, a white rabbit passes your line of sight out of nowhere. Normally, you would think nothing of it. However, you don't know why (or perhaps you do), but you suddenly feel an inexplicable drive compelling you to follow behind. You are curious. And against all odds, you listen to your curiosity. So you drop whatever it is you're doing to chase after that curious creature.
The strange white rabbit sprints off — over the hill, through the woods, and finally into its burrow. You find the hole it dug is surprisingly big enough to fit yourself through. As you peer into it, only the darkness greets you and nothing more. By now your gut would've told you give up and leave. And yet, all of sudden, you slip and you fall.
And you fall down, down, down the rabbit hole.
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It's possible you're miles away from where you've entered, and nothing seems to break your fall. Like dropping into a deep well, it's clear to see that the deeper you go, the further away you are from the light above. You don't know when you'll reach the end. And with how much longer you've been falling, you wonder if there is even an end at all. Maybe you'll arrive at the other side of the world if this keeps up.
And then you feel yourself slowing down, as if you weigh like a feather being dropped; almost floating. It gives you time to look around. And along the way you find some oddities affixed to each side — wooden cupboards and large bookshelves, framed photographs accompanying vibrant paintings, vintage tables and chairs with empty jars and porcelain platters. For what reason they were placed there, you don't know. Nothing makes sense. And you probably want this all done and over with already.
Suddenly, after a resounding thump, you find yourself on a thick pile of leaves unscathed and unbelievably alive. Perhaps fortune is on your side to be granted a safe landing. Once you've regained your bearings, you see the path ahead leads to a long passage. It's impossible to climb back up, and there's no other way forward after looking at your surroundings. So with little options left, you press on.
You arrive at a hall that stretches as far as your eye could see. Lit only by a row of hanging lights, numerous doors are visible around you and come in all colors, shapes, and sizes. Literally, they're in different sizes — some have doorknobs that are impossibly tall for you to reach, and some are far too tiny for the average human to fit through. And all of them, you notice, are locked after trying to pry them open.
Just as you start mulling over this strange conundrum, you find a three-legged glass table in the middle of the hall. On the surface are three items with the following effects:
- 🍷 — A vial of liquid with a peculiar label tied onto its neck. The label reads "DRINK ME" in rather beautiful printed words. If you choose to drink it, you'll shrink down until you're around fifteen inches in height. The taste of it is an assorted mix of sweet, sour and savory flavors.
- 🍰 — A slice of cake with brightly colored frosting that spells out "EAT ME". Taking one bite leaves no effect, but eating it whole will turn you giant and grow until you reach the ceiling. It tastes of vanilla and sweet berries.
- 🗝️ — A keyring with a set of keys of various sizes. Each one will only open its matching door. However, where they will lead you may be up to you. Perhaps you might end up someplace you would least expect.
Whichever you decide to do first, you can only hope they would aid you and your later companion in your quest for a way out. Time is at your side at least.
Somehow one way or another, and after going through a series of odd events, you ended up under the employ of the peculiar white rabbit you once chased after. But no matter how much you try to convince the rabbit otherwise, it seems adamant you're its housekeeper and is far too preoccupied about going off to work and worry of its tardiness. It has given you a set of household chores that must be met before sundown and quickly left before you could say any more.
And so for the time being, you're stuck in its home. Whether it would be scrubbing the floors, doing the laundry, or clearing the dining table, at least you're not doing this alone. Let's just hope you and your fellow co-worker get compensated for all this hard work.
Of course, that doesn't mean you can't snoop around and have a little fun. Having the house to your own leaves you with enough freedom to explore the place. ...Or turn it upside down if you wish. Raid its snack bar, open the drawers, see what secrets you may find inside. The rabbit won't be around for a while after all.
At this point, you're hungry and thirsty and needed a break from the madness that was thrown upon you in your wanderings. That's when you stumble upon a tea party set out in front of someone's house. While the table itself is fairly large, you spot only three people — The Hatter, The March Hare, and the Dormouse — crowded together on one corner. You're not certain if there are any more guests expected to arrive.
"What say you, we toast to a new friendship!" The Hatter says all so suddenly once you approach. "Come now, grab a cup and take your fill!" And he haphazardly shoves a warm cup towards you before shifting his attention to his friend, the Hare. While that declaration came out of nowhere, it does look like they've let you into the their little tea party with how quickly they took you in.
You take another look at the table and see there are multiple teapots already prepared with piping hot tea. Alongside is an assortment of snacks (sandwiches, cakes, berries, biscuits and more) on tiered tea towers and charcuterie boards. The sight of all these sweet and savory treats really gets your mouth watering. And if you choose to take one small sip of the tea you were given, you feel as if you're starting to lose yourself.
...Perhaps literally. Because the second you blink, you feel your head is cleared up completely. Feelings of immense bliss and laughter fills your heart. You cannot recall how you got here, who those people are, and even your own self. What you do know is that there's a party going on, as feelings of immense bliss and laughter fills your heart than your stomach. And the best you can do is savor every moment you have here until you're dragged out of that place. Hopefully this strange sensation is only temporary.
Choosing to follow after the white rabbit relentlessly leads you to a beautiful garden ornamented with red (painted over) rose bushes. And after meandering about for a bit, you find a procession already taking place. People whose bodies are shaped as playing cards line up to give way to the rulers of this castle, the King and Queen of Hearts. And it's immediately you learn that the Queen has the unfortunate habit of sending people off to their execution for speaking even slightly out of turn in her presence. Even the most miniscule and minute offense will set her off.
Whether you were coerced into this out of fear, or you just wanted to keep your head between your shoulders, the Queen of Hearts demands you and your partner (or potential opponent) to join her in a game of croquet. The rules are simple really: grab a mallet, hit the ball through a series of wickets, throw off your opponent's balls if possible, and win.
But maybe that's easier said than done. You're uncertain if you could win this game when live animals are used for it — flamingos for mallets, and hedgehogs to play as the ball. Is this really allowed? It would seem so to the people here at least. The only thing you can be sure is that your life's very likely on the line, and the both of you are going to have to win this to get yourselves out of there.
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Luke fon Fabre | Tales of the Abyss
🚪 In Search for The Exit
🏡 Keeping Up with Housekeeping
🃏 Wildcard!
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housekeeping
What, you seriously don't know? It's probably on that table somewhere, just look.
[ He'll gesture towards a nearby device on one of the tables that looks more like a remote control to something. ]
In Search of the Exit
I… don’t believe whatever drew us here would do something like that. [Hopefully, though he doesn’t say that out loud, opting to give Luke a smile.] Though… I suppose if the worst happens, I do know a healing arte or two…
[Even if that has it’s own risks, he would rather suffer the exhaustion than Luke go through poison.] Or… we could try it together…?
James Moriarty | Young Sherlock | ota
ahead of the game
And they're playing croquet. For the Queen. Potentially The Queen of Hearts, one of the Great Seven and basically Deuce's patron saint (or the equivalent of it, you know).
He's already stressed enough but this guy he's playing with keeps saying really triggering things. Lose your head — he's threatened with this every day of his life, usually more than once!! ]
Can you please stop talking like that?
[ He tries to keep cool about it, turning to pick up his own flamingo (a blue one, naturally). ]
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Does James really think the Queen of Hearts would kill them? Maybe, but he also sort of assumes maybe they'd just wake up if that was the case, the way Alice had eventually woken up right where she'd been left. A peaceful nap in the English countryside.
Although, admittedly, Deuce isn't the only one concerned, and the general vibes at the croquet field are fairly rancid. There's an air of fear, that the threat is not only real but something that has been witnessed before.
But, either way, he's still right. They have to play, and having Deuce freak out just means a bad show, and if a bad show means losing their head, then its in his best interest to calm this poor boy down. The Queen is starting to look antsy that it isn't her turn yet. ]
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Rien / Limbus Company / OTA
🚪 In Search for The Exit
🎩 Tipsy Turvy Par-Tea Time
🃏 wildcard
Fon Master Ion | Tales of the Abyss | OTA
[Ion should have realized just how lucky he was to be alive - especially after he hadn’t used a fonic arte to slow his descent - but all he could think was ”Anise is going to be worried again.”
Laying on the bed of leaves, soft beneath his tunic, and staring up at the sky, he couldn’t help but reminisce on how exactly he had got here. When the fluffy white rabbit had ran past his vision, Ion had been almost entranced. It was unlike a cheagle, but similar to the rappigs he’d seen drawings of (smaller, with less ‘pig’ and more ‘rabbit’ to its features), that he simply had to follow.
…Or that’s what he had been thinking in the moment. At least he had enough sense to hang onto his staff. As to why he wasn’t overly perturbed in this situation…
The Fon Master had an issue with getting lost often.]
Now, where have I ended up this time…?
[With a good-natured sigh, he sits up, determined to figure out just that.]
[Par-tea Time]
…indeed, that does seem to be the case…
[Ion can’t quite recall how he ended up at the tea party, only that he tended to tire easier than most, and around the time that he was wondering where he might find something to drink, the table had come into view.
He was happy to be here, though, truly… even if he wasn’t sure why the Hatter and his friends were singing over Ion’s “unbirthday.” The happiness that filled him over the bizarre event was almost enough to make him forget about his worries.
Almost.
The role that he had to play was still of so great importance that he couldn’t entirely forget himself, even now.
When he notices someone else sit down at the table, he gives them an apologetic smile.]
Um… just so you are aware, it isn’t actually my birthday…
[That was the point though, wasn’t it? Such a strange turn of events.]
[Wildcard]
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