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This Ain’t A Scene, It’s a Jolly Golly Tea Party! [Active]

Character(s): The Mad Hatter, Rapunzel, and Flynn
Content: Hatter decided to make more friends with some of folks he liked around here. Starting with Rapunzel, who was very nice to him. Too bad Flynn is being dragged along.
Setting: Jogo da Crianca
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: Silliness, Silliness Everywhere!

Oh yes, the Mad Hatter knew he needed to meet some of these acquaintances he’s met over this journal book thing-a-ma-jig. So far so good too! He has been successful in inviting Rapunzel for some afternoon tea. Deciding to be nice, the Mad Hatter said she was allowed to bring a guest. After all, you can have two for tea, but one more makes it a lot more interesting! And boy, was Hatter all in for anything that was interesting.

Looking for a spot in the park the Mad Hatter looked around for a good sunny spot, or at least as sunny as you can get when in Paixao. The Mad Hatter plopped down and laid out the picnic blanket, setting up the orange pie and other assortments of sweets, such as cranberry scones and chocolate hearts. A large decorative pot of tea, it had a painted on happy little sun on it, and teacup sets for three people.

The Mad Hatter stuck his tongue out, trying to orient the tea setting perfectly to his liking. Patting his chin, trying to think what he was missing. Oh! That’s right! The Mad Hatter took out some polka dotted paper flowers and set them on each plate. There, that looked nice! The Mad Hatter grinned in delight as his success, and waited pleasantly for Rapunzel to arrive with her guest. Then he started to ponder, “Hm, I wonder if I should have gotten parasol too. I would have stood out better with one after all… Oh well I’ll just make up another way to get their attention,” he said with a giggle as he already started to pour himself a cup of tea.

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Rapunzel was more than excited for tea. This was really her first time making a friend besides Flynn, and she had spent a bunch of time making sure she knew where she was going before going off to find Flynn to bring along. He hadn't exactly been... thrilled with the idea of going to tea with Hatter, but Rapunzel had her ways of being very persuasive.

Which included tying him up with her hair and dragging him along to Jogo da Crianca. It wasn't the most subtle of methods, but it worked. And with so much of her hair doing the work, she was barely even tired from pulling him along.

"Almost there!" she said brightly as they came in view of the recreation center.

"...Great..." came the less than enthusiastic reply.

At first, Flynn had very much resisted the idea, after seeing what this "Hatter" guy was like from talking to him on the journals, but Rapunzel had apparently already decided that Flynn was going. What he hadn't expected? Getting literally dragged along. His hands were tied tightly with locks of her hair, after she'd knocked him out with the frying pan again. He really was going to have to get her to stop that.

Almost instantly the Mad Hatter spotted the two. Why of course, who couldn’t spot someone whose hair wants cutting, but is obviously so long overdue that it no longer needs it. It would simply ruin it. After all, it was very pretty. All it needed really wants now is to be braided, stuck flowers in it, and of course wear a large fluffy hat! This calls for a professional, like himself, to make a hat for her!

The Mad Hatter hopped up from his spot and waved at them, rather excitedly. “Here, here! You’re right on time!” he sat down once they started to come closer, “I hope you like Orange and Lemon tea!” It worked out perfectly for them he thought, the sweetness of the orange can be Rapunzel and the tartness of the lemon can be Flynn. He seemed a little up tight after all. Perhaps this tea party is just what the doctor ordered. Oh! How clever of Rapunzel to invite him!

Patting their seats the Mad Hatter gestured their spots across from each other with a grin. “They’re happy to see you came on time as well,” the Mad Hatter said poking the little paper polka dot flowers on their plates with a giggle.

Rapunzel waved back, turning around to unwind her hair from around Flynn. Now that they had arrived, she didn't expect him to go running off. Not really anyways. The young woman strolled forward, clasping her hands together and looking at everything that had been placed out for then. "Oh, they sound delicious, I'm sure we'll like them!" She grinned back at Flynn, motioning for him to agree.

Looking at her seat, Rapunzel giggled and plunked herself down. "Well, I'd hate to disappoint." She hadn't ever needed to be punctual or on time for anything, but first impressions were probably important.

And just to make himself known, Pascal slipped out from his place in Rapunzel's hair and took to exploring the table.

Flynn rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah, looks great. Just...peachy." At least they weren't making him sing like all the thugs in the Snuggly Duckling had. As it was, this would only be a little embarrassing if someone saw him. That whole singing thing? Yeah...that so wasn't happening again. Ever.

His shoulders drooped and he took a seat, hoping that Pascal would take pity enough not to torture him during an experience that was promising to amount something akin to grinding his teeth on a rock. He liked tea, really, but sharing it with a crazy person wasn't exactly his idea of fun.

Oh the Mad Hatter liked Rapunzel, very sweet and all. Not like that rude little Alice, such an annoyance that little girl. He grinned as he began to pour both of them a cup of tea. The Mad Hatter noticed little Pascal exploring the tea party picnic. Curious, he tilted his head after finishing pouring the tea for Rapunzel, “Is that a little chameleon I spy? Oh how nice! You don’t suppose he would like a cup of tea as well do you?”

Directing attention to Flynn, the Hatter spoke promptly as he pour him a cup, “Actually, it’s not peach at all, it’s lemon and orange! Nice guess though, the combination does resemble a similar color!”

At once, the Hatter held up the sugar bowl, “And how many lumps would you two like?”

At the mention of tea, Pascal turned around and put a little chameleon hand against his chin as if thinking. Then he gave a little sound of affirmation and nodded, yes he was indeed a chameleon and he did want some tea. He could poke his head into a tea cup just fine with a little balance adjustment. Rapunzel giggled and patted him on the head, "I used to give him tea sometimes back home. He likes it."

She suppressed a laugh at Hatter's response to Flynn, placing her hand in front of her mouth so he didn't see her smiling. "Three for me, please," Rapunzel answered, lifting her tea cup so that the sugar could be distributed. what could she say, she liked her tea sweet.

"None, thanks," Flynn answered, staring at the Hatter though half-lidded eyes. Sarcasm was clearly lost on this guy, though why Flynn was surprised by this he wasn't exactly sure. He had to wonder how the poor fellow had come so unhinged, not that knowing why would do anything to help him. Or to get Flynn out of this...predicament.

The side of his mouth turned up in something of a half-frown as he took his cup, half-scared of what was actually in it. At least it smelled like tea...

Dropping three sugar cubes into Rapunzel’s teacup, the Mad Hatter decided to give compliment, “Oh how appropriate for you to have more than two Rapunzel, a sweet girl deserves sweets, though perhaps it’s just the right amount.” The Mad Hatter stuck out his tongue as he picked up the teapot again to pour a cup of tea for the little chameleon. Though he snickered as he placed the teacup in front of the chameleon, glancing over at Flynn with a smirk, “Though I do suppose your fellow over here would prefer plain over sugar, wouldn’t he?”

Was that a joke about Flynn’s blandness? Oh why yes, yes it is. Though the Mad Hatter couldn’t help it, honestly it was just too easy. “So are you two close friends, how did you meet?” he asked, now a bit curious as he sipped his tea.

Rapunzel couldn't help the blush that crept into her cheeks as she stirred her tea. "Thank you," she said softly, finally taking a sip of her drink and grinning at the taste. It was wonderful. Pascal chirruped a thanks for his own tea and flopped over the edge of the cup to get his drink. Such an elegant little guy. Meanwhile, Rapunzel's green eyes looked sideways at Flynn and she shrugged. "I would have thought Flynn would want a little bit of sugar." But then again, they never really did get to sit down to tea time while they traveled.

The joke went over her head, unfortunately, so she just went on to answer Hatter's question. "Flynn was pretty much the first friend I ever had other than Pascal. He climbed into my tower one day and I hit him in the head with a frying pan." And she says all of this with a straight face.

Flynn shot a brief glare at the Hatter for the "plain" comment, then watched Pascal sip his tea. Interesting stuff, chameleons drinking tea. "No, no, it's fine Rapunzel, I'd rather have my tea bitter." He wasn't going to say out loud he was scared of what crazy thing the Hatter would come up with if Flynn said he wanted a little sugar. The guy was clearly of his rocker, and there wasn't going to be any way he could be sure that the man shared the same definition of the word as the rest of the world.

"Do you really have to put it like that, Rapunzel?" He cringed at the memory of getting knocked out by that frying pan multiple times, and at the memory of her doing it to him again when they got here. He was seriously considering taking away Rapunzel's frying pan privileges. She was abusing them.

There was one thing Hatter always was, and that was being honest. Even if it might have not been truthful in terms of facts, to him, it was completely straightforward. Of course depending on what you define was straight versus wobbly like a rubber tree plant. Now what was he thinking about? Oh yes, tea, always and forever of course. Not minding that the joke went over dear Rapunzel’s head, he knew at least Flynn got it, and to that he gave grin to the little tease. My my, now loosen up dear boy, don’t slouch, glare, and grumble like a bear. Won’t do you any good if you dare. Hatter couldn’t help but think that to him through that little grin of his. Then his expression changed to a somewhat pout at himself. Hrm, perhaps he’s been hanging around that one cat that grins far too often.

The Mad Hatter jumped in his seat and held on his hat, “Oh! My goodness! A frying pan you say?” Well he suppose that’s better than an axe, but he couldn’t help but think of the lump or two that would rise from his own head if a frying pan decided to smack him. The Mad Hatter pointed to Flynn, starting to become more and more curious, “Had he offended you perhaps by climbing your tower? It was the flowers wasn’t it? He trampled over them when he climbed up, that’s it, isn’t it? …Oh wait, do you have flowers with that tower of yours? I think one should at least have a vine of them or two coming up it, unless you consider them weeds. But don’t tell the flowers that. They may get offended at such a suggestion!”

Edited 2011-06-06 01:25 (UTC)

Rapunzel gave an emphatic shake of her head, her hair swishing back and forth as she did so. "No no, he didn't offend me. Of course, there were both vines and flowers below my tower but I don't think he stepped on any. Most of my flowers were in pots on the windowsill anyways." She put her hand against her jaw in thought, even if he had trampled anything, she probably wouldn't have been that angry. "He just frightened me. The only person who had been in my tower besides me at that point was my mother."

Her lips pursed at the thought of Mother Gothel, and she kept going, "I thought he had come to kidnap me or something. When I hit him, I was trying to prove to myself that I could defend myself. Apparently I could."

She smiled then, making a the gesture of whacking Flynn over the head with the frying pan. She felt bad about it now, but if he did try and take that weapon away from her, he would meet with serious opposition.

Flynn's grin back was a little pained, the sort you make when you're trying to pretend that you don't feel like you're being tortured. He made a mental note: tea parties with crazy people and chameleons in weird places? Not his thing. Looking back at Rapunzel, he almost tried to make a motion to tell her to stop (it was embarrassing!), but was quickly cut off when she launched into her explanation. Well, one of them had to be honest.

"Frying pans, right? Who knew?" It felt weird not hearing the line when talking about frying pans now. Flynn couldn't really explain why though. He laughed a little, and covered his head with an arm as if he were trying to ward off a cast iron weapon. Not many people knew what it felt like to get hit in the head with one of those things. And Flynn wasn't exactly ready to have a repeat of the experience--pretend or not.

The Mad Hatter opened his mouth in an “Oh,” and gave a nod of understanding. Yes it would be very rude to find someone that was uninvited in your quarters wouldn’t it? Giving somewhat pointed look at Flynn, why he was just as bad as Alice on rules of invitation. Clearly this poor fellow needs to learn some manners. The Mad Hatter gave another nod, folding his arms, and rightfully so, she should hit him over the head with a frying pan! The very idea of having an uninvited guest, just repulsive he dare would say.

Waving a pointed finger in the air the Mad Hatter spoke, “I say you had all the right indeed, one must always be cautious around uninvited guests! I’ve never thought the idea of striking them with a frying pan, but I’ve never had one enter my room before. Eee, that does sound quite frightening. Why you must have given this young lady quite a scare that day.”

Then the Mad Hatter gave a big smile, “Oh but you made up obviously, otherwise you wouldn’t be here, invited and all!” Then he smirked as he mocked a whisper to him, “Thought I advise you keep your head in check from time to time. Wouldn’t want to be hit too many times with that Frying Pan.”

Finally lowering her hands, Rapunzel quit pretending to bludgeon Flynn and giggled as she picked up her teacup again. "Even if he scared me at first, I managed to handle it." She would spare Flynn's pride for now and skip over tying him to the chair and pretty much coercing him into taking her to see the floating lanterns. "Eventually, he agreed to help me leave my tower and our adventure went from there." And no matter how many bumps they'd hit along the way, it had been a wonderful experience in her eyes.

"I think I'll keep from hitting him too much now. Only when he's really bad!" She waggled a finger at Flynn in a no-no fashion, clearly just picking on him because she was in a good mood.

In agreement, Pascal looked over and punched smacked on of his fists against the opposite hand. He was such a little copy cat when it came to Rapunzel.

The Hatter's comment about getting hit in the head made Flynn cringe a bit. If he could avoid it he'd rather not take any other hits in the head with anything. Wasn't that just normal?

"Yeah, 'handle it' is right." He shot the chameleon a look, which of course only made Pascal grin evilly. What was with that lizard? "And what do you mean 'really bad?' Last time you never even let me say anything."

The Mad Hatter smiled as he lifted the teacup as well to sip. Really, he was finding this quite amusing. Their relationship was very fascinating after all. Picking up a slice of orange pie and ate as he listened to Rapunzel. He gave a big smile and the mention of an adventure, “Ooooooh! How exciting an adventure? Where did you two go?”

A chuckle of glee when Rapunzel and Flynn at their little dispute over when it was right to be hit over the head with the frying pan. He gave a smirk as he peered from his cup, “Anything whatsoever? You hadn’t had anything whatsoever to speak of? Oh that is terrible, quite awful. I would say it’s very bad indeed, you mean you didn’t know it was bad to not have anything to speak? Most everyone has something speak of, otherwise, we’d have nothing to say all the time.”

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