AIN'T NO PARTY LIKE IROH'S TEA PARTY CUZ IROH'S TEA PARTY DON'T STOP! [Active][Open]

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Character(s): Iroh, OPEN OPEN OPEN
Content: Iroh hosts a tea party at his joint. Conversations ensue.
Setting: The Golden Turtle
Time: Mid-Afternoon, Week 31
Warnings: Will update as it goes.

A few more strokes of the broom against the floor shoved the last plumes of dirt away into the bare streets. Iroh twirled it from one hand to the other and placed it away in the corner of the room, flooded with sunlight and warmth. "All ready!" he announced with excitement, looking over the front door banner that read WELCOME TO THE GOLDEN TURTLE TEA PARTY!

[ooc: Party style threading. Comments are considered exclusive conversations, so reply to the actual comments instead of the entry if you want to be a part of that conversation. Iroh will be by your table shortly. ]

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“Frabjous! I’ll await here then my good sir!” The Mad Hatter, said as he waved at Iroh. He tapped the table as he hummed to himself. Time to keep a preoccupied mind. If he had one, too bad he doesn’t. He supposes though if one should spend the time thinking, then he should do one that occupies the time, now that he can have as much as he wants. Lucky the Mad Hatter needn’t worry, though he couldn’t help but wonder if this place did have time. After all, from what he heard in conversation, this place was one giant castle.

The Mad Hatter looked up at what was the supposed sky. He gave a distant look, wondering if Wonderland’s sky was any different, Alice referred that it was underground. What wouldn’t sound madder was his own world had always been a sub-world to another. England, was it called? Perhaps this place, Paixao, was a sub-world as well, or maybe a world of a sub-world. There have been mentioned of levels though, many, many levels, the Pride Lands seemed to be the most talked about. Dare should he venture sometime was beyond him. He wouldn’t want to upset Alice if he encountered a heartless elsewhere.

“But that would make this place, a dream within a dream…” The Mad Hatter spoke thoughtfully to himself, his gloved finger grazed over his bottom lip in dear thought. Perhaps if he kept dreaming, he would wake up in Wonderland once more, he would need to keep an eye on his sleep schedule then.