Another Dull Day For Me
Jun. 13th, 2012 11:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crossover_chickSo here, have the adventures of Alice as she grabs Victor memories:
Hatter's Domain
Turn valve, receive steam.
Alice looked over as the requested steam jet flew up, providing her a path to the next platform. Maybe now she’d actually be able to get deeper inside Hatter’s factories and find out more of what was going on. She mentally went over her path – jump into the steam jet, float over to that – gear? Cog? She wasn’t sure of the difference – that kept raising and lowering, then over to that other platform and into that –
Wait. What was that shining up on that little platform with the light? Alice squinted at it. It looked like a – a butterfly! Aha – I wonder what this one will remind me of, she thought, jogging over and jumping into the steam. She carefully spun in place until she was facing the platform, then jumped again and floated over. Once her feet were firmly on solid ground (or what passed for it), she touched the butterfly.
“Oh – the smog is just awful today! I don’t know how anyone can stand this, Alice. Who would want to live in a city when it’s so smelly and dirty?”
Alice grimaced. Ah yes, she remembered that day. It had been early in summer, when the weather had just started getting hot. Victor had come back from a trip outside coughing and wheezing. She’d been worried that he was going to hack up a lung for a moment. When he’d said that, she hadn’t really had an answer for him. London was smelly and dirty – or, at least, the East End was. It was a miserable place to live, and they both knew it. Problem was, neither of them had a choice about it. So instead she’d gotten him some tea and listened to him complain about how much he missed blue skies and green grass, nodding along and providing what comfort she could.
Well, at least Hatter’s Domain smells better, Alice thought, looking at the toxic green sky. And one can breathe fairly easily. I suppose that’s what happens when your main source of fuel is tea and not coal. I wonder if Victor wouldn’t mind living in a city if it always smelt like tea and biscuits. It would at least be easier on his lungs. . .
She was spending too much time wool-gathering up here. She turned and jumped to the gear-cog-thing, riding it up before leaping to the next platform. She had a Hatter to find.
Yes, I'm genuinely not sure what those platforms in the Hatter's Domain are -- leaning toward cogs. ^^; Still, hope you enjoy! They start getting longer from here on out.
Hatter's Domain
Turn valve, receive steam.
Alice looked over as the requested steam jet flew up, providing her a path to the next platform. Maybe now she’d actually be able to get deeper inside Hatter’s factories and find out more of what was going on. She mentally went over her path – jump into the steam jet, float over to that – gear? Cog? She wasn’t sure of the difference – that kept raising and lowering, then over to that other platform and into that –
Wait. What was that shining up on that little platform with the light? Alice squinted at it. It looked like a – a butterfly! Aha – I wonder what this one will remind me of, she thought, jogging over and jumping into the steam. She carefully spun in place until she was facing the platform, then jumped again and floated over. Once her feet were firmly on solid ground (or what passed for it), she touched the butterfly.
“Oh – the smog is just awful today! I don’t know how anyone can stand this, Alice. Who would want to live in a city when it’s so smelly and dirty?”
Alice grimaced. Ah yes, she remembered that day. It had been early in summer, when the weather had just started getting hot. Victor had come back from a trip outside coughing and wheezing. She’d been worried that he was going to hack up a lung for a moment. When he’d said that, she hadn’t really had an answer for him. London was smelly and dirty – or, at least, the East End was. It was a miserable place to live, and they both knew it. Problem was, neither of them had a choice about it. So instead she’d gotten him some tea and listened to him complain about how much he missed blue skies and green grass, nodding along and providing what comfort she could.
Well, at least Hatter’s Domain smells better, Alice thought, looking at the toxic green sky. And one can breathe fairly easily. I suppose that’s what happens when your main source of fuel is tea and not coal. I wonder if Victor wouldn’t mind living in a city if it always smelt like tea and biscuits. It would at least be easier on his lungs. . .
She was spending too much time wool-gathering up here. She turned and jumped to the gear-cog-thing, riding it up before leaping to the next platform. She had a Hatter to find.
Yes, I'm genuinely not sure what those platforms in the Hatter's Domain are -- leaning toward cogs. ^^; Still, hope you enjoy! They start getting longer from here on out.
