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[ While the small stack of books in front of her have certainly come from Caer Scima's library, Ariadne is in her room within the castle, seated on her bed. Asleep with its nose sticking out from her back, head resting on an open book, is a bandersnatch cub -- rather like a cat, it appears to have decided to 'help' her research. ]

If you could protect something -- say, a building -- from anything, what would you protect it from? I've thought of fire, high winds, earthquakes, mosquitoes, falling trees, and hail so far.

[ In the background, the door to her room appears to open slightly; with the wind, perhaps. ]

I'm an architecture student, back home, and there are a lot of possibilities here.

[ She looks like she's about to say more, but just then a glowing red imp leaps onto her head, screeching and yanking at her hair. The bandersnatch cub jerks awake and Ariadne screams, the locket flipped over so that all that's shown for a moment are the sheets on her bed. It's turned up again a moment later, falling onto the floor and on its side this time, followed by a loud thwack.

The imp falls to the ground, dazed; in the next moment, a thick, leather-bound book with a pawprint on its spine slams into it a second time before the bandersnatch cub races forward and grabs onto the imp's legs, shaking its little head and growling in a way that would be adorable if it weren't trying to maim something. ]

Oh, don't- [ before the locket is closed by the hand reaching for it, there's the sight of broken skin and blood -- sharp little imp teeth had found their mark. ]

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[ this is all going to be very awkward somewhere down the line ]

I think so. I haven't spoken much to Maglor, honestly.

[ They had hunted worms in the cellars together, but so had Grell and Anders and there hadn't been much time for talking. ]

And is Mr. Celegorm well?

[ She asks because she's genuinely concerned for this man she spoke to briefly, not so much Celegorm because she didn't see his reaction to his father being here. Only briefly. There is something going on there and Alice isn't sure whether or not that they are, indeed, in trouble.

Perhaps if she talked to Tauriel into breaking off or worse...

In great peril. Alice could scoff at that. Something happened here before she arrived and she's not to confront Feanor about Maglor's words, not yet. ]

I... think so.

[ She needs to talk to him, but- well, Celegorm had been so full of light during the hunt and the feast before that. It's difficult to reconcile that view with what she's heard of him torturing someone, of the elf who had captured Elrond before that.

It had been difficult reconciling her views of Cobb and Arthur with the masked thugs who had yelled at Fischer, too -- but she had been able to say it was acting, then. ]

But that'd be a better question for him.

[ That would involve actually talking to him and being social. Still, she takes it consideration after everything. It's not something she's completely vested into, not yet. His father is her main concern right now and it's not out of worry. It's about watching her back. ]

Well, he seemed in good spirits, which is good. Is he always that boisterous?

He seems to go on and off.

[ He's certainly someone who feels emotions quite strongly, that's for sure. ]

I think he had a little too much to drink at the feast.

[ Oh. One of those. She thinks of a few of her former fellow patients who were the same way, who would fly off the handle at a drop of the hat. No, that's too extreme of a comparison -- Alice quickly quells the thought.]

I could tell. I'm sure he's usually a pleasant fellow but there's only so much one can take before they find that person collapsed on the ground sobbing somewhere. Usually sailors, but he was almost there.

[ Everyone around the Mangled Mermaid is ridiculous. Alice having never seen drunks in her life seems to automatically think of them. ]

Have you known a lot of sailors?

[ For some reason that's what Ariadne latches onto the most out of that. It lets her not talk about Celegorm, at least. ]

Not of my choice, but my nanny does. Her clientele is usually accumulated with sailors.

[ Oh, wait, that burned down, didn't it? ]

Huh.

[ Sailors. She hasn't ever met any, as far as she knows. ]

Well, I'm sure they have some interesting stories?

Sometimes. Most times I tried to avoid them; they were not very kind to Nanny.

Oh- well, that's awful of them.

[ :{ rude sailors ]

Edited (wrong s-word) 2014-06-07 04:33 (UTC)

Most Johns are rude; it was her pimp who was worse. He burned down her brothel, if memory serves right. I only hope now Nanny chooses something else where she doesn't have to put up with a flock of drunken sailors.

[ ... oh they're talking about a brothel.

Just. Give her a moment, Alice. ]

I hope so, too.

[ What does it say about her being unphased? Or even too worried about Nanny and her girls being hurt? Nanny is a strong sort, even the closest thing to a friend Alice has. ]

She will! She doesn't have to deal with sailors anymore or serve them alcohol.

[ Different times. Different worlds. Different lives -- it could mean so many things that Ariadne can't pick. ]

Good. I'm sure she'll be much happier.

[ She's just now realizing it was such a strange thing to talk about. She doesn't see how strange her mannerisms are - as eccentric as they are - until it's a bit late. Thank goodness this isn't in person; conversations with those she hardly knows stresses her too much.

Nanny was the only one who seemed to look after Alice and she thinks of her fondly. Although if Alice were to vanish off the face of the earth, Nanny would notice. ]

Oh, Ms. Ariadne, may I ask you something?

Ariadne's fine.

[ She has to correct her first -- everyone has their odd mannerisms, but she honestly isn't certain that she can handle being called 'Ms.' by someone only a little younger than her. ]

And of course.

[ Victorian mannerisms never die. She's been told a few times not to use these terms; it's going to be a hard habit to break. ]

What happens when we are brought here?

Nanny may worry about me.

[ She sighs. ]

Honestly? I don't know.

Oh, but- the first month, we were able to speak with the rulers. They would know, I think.

[ They may lie about it, of course, but it's a start. ]

I see. And no one has asked before?

[ She will not be broken up about not speaking with Nanny. The most she'll do is scold Alice and proceed to drown herself in alcohol again. This, however, is relevant information as she will pass it onto the others in her group.]

If they have, I don't know the answer.

[ She wishes she did. ]

I... well, I was more concerned with whether or not this place was real and the fact that the queen has wolves.

[ That sadly sounds about right and Alice isn't surprised to hear about wolves. Wolves? Really? Why not something more fearsome? ]

What is the queen like?

She's... [ so many things. ] Beautiful, but terrifying. Her eyes are all white, but it feels like she's looking right at you anyway. She likes to laugh, and talks about love being passionate and wild.

[ Tucking some hair behind an ear, she adds: ] She was kind to me, but I don't think she's very patient if you upset her.

[ Very reminiscent of the red queen when Alice first stepped into the looking glass. Kind. Yeah, right. Kindness is not without gains, she thinks.

"Well, she was the face of evil in the Heart of Darkness." ]

Then she sounds like another that isn't to be trusted, no matter how kindly.

I don't know that I can trust anyone who pulls me away from home to fight in a war.

[ But she does like Morla, despite herself. ]

The king -- he, um, he's a suit of armor.

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