paixaorpg | Would you like to try a mousicle? [Completed]

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Would you like to try a mousicle? [Completed]

Character(s): Basil, Toby ~~and whoever finds them~~ Alice, and Hatter
Content: The mouse is homeless and cold
Setting: Somewhere outside, possibly in a snow bank
Time: Evening
Warnings: ...Uh. Idk?

"Ch-ch-chin up, Toby old boy, we'll find somewhere warm to sit in no time," Basil chattered through clenched teeth. His coat was doing a decent job of keeping the cold out, but his poor hound was having a devil of a time with the snow. Basil himself had taken to using one of Toby's front paws as a wind break, so wasn't getting quite the brunt of the harsh weather. He was reminded of that every few moments when his hound was buffeted so strongly the poor old boy yelped. Each time made Basil cringe, and not just because of how loud Toby could whine.

"O-on s-s-s-second thought, Toby, perhaps it would be best if we rested for a spell. There's a bench right over there that should block out some of this wind." Basil patted Toby's paw in the right direction, and the hound started shoving his way through the snow over toward it.

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Alice had been wandering for quite some time, enjoying the snow, which was so much cleaner than it was in London. As usual, she had slipped out without a word, rather liking the newfound freedom she had in this place. Here, she could live as she wished and do what she wanted, and although the odd, blank citizens sometimes gave her strange looks, Alice didn't care. She was done caring about what other people thought - a scandalous viewpoint for a young Victorian woman, to be sure, but Alice felt she had more than earned it, after the hell she'd gone through.

Adjusting the black gloves she wore and lifting the hood of her cloak (it made little sense to go out in the cold unprepared), she paused when she thought she heard a small voice. in the snow. What's more, it sounded rather cold. The woman curiously made her way over to the apparent source - a mouse traveling with a dog. What's more, the mouse was quite well-dressed, especially for a mouse. Well, she'd seen stranger things in Wonderland. "You look rather unfortunate," she commented. "I doubt the two of you are doing well out here."

The shivering mouse looked up when he heard an accent that he very much had not expected here--that of a young Victorian woman. The wind, cold, and limited visibility due to the snow prevented him from deducing anything further about her, however.

Much as Basil was loathe to ask the young lady for help, she was the only human he'd seen in the last hour or so, and the only one who'd paid him any mind to boot. "Unfortunate is rather a good word for our situation, isn't it?"

"Quite." Alice knelt down, ignoring the stinging cold, and offered Basil her hand. It was an unspoken offer to help the mouse and get him out of the cold. She was certain the Hatter wouldn't mind if she brought him back - and if he did, he could very well deal with it nonetheless. Alice was fond of animals, including talking ones, and she saw no reason to leave Basil and Toby out in the cold - literally as well as figuratively.

At first Basil was slightly taken aback. He was being offered help without even having to ask, which was a rare thing for him to encounter. Then again, it was also relatively rare that anyone had a chance to offer him help before having a conversation with him of any particular length.

He swallowed once, then nodded, and carefully hopped onto her hand, making sure he had his balance quickly before she started to move it. As for Toby, the dog seemed somewhat wary of the woman, but that wasn't particularly odd. Who knew what odd smells the hound was picking up from her.

Perhaps if Basil hadn't been a mouse, and Toby hadn't been a dog, Alice wouldn't have bothered to do more than point out the nearest building and sardonically suggest they use their brains for what might have been the first time in their lives. But how could a mouse see very much in this snow? And how could a dog find its way around like this?

Alice easily lifted Basil once she was certain he wouldn't fall off, cupping him in her hand to keep him warm. Without further ado, the Londoner began making her way back to the Hatter's residence, looking back to make certain Toby was following. "And what are your names?" she finally asked.

The additional protection of the girl's hand wasn't strictly necessary, but was certainly appreciated. "Come on then, Toby," Basil shouted to the dog, who happily padded behind Alice through the snow.

The mouse clapped his hands together. "Ah yes, introductions. I am Basil of Baker Street, detective, and this is my faithful hound, Toby." Basil grinned, always proud to introduce himself.

Oh, good. The dog had decided to follow after all. Alice moved through the crowds of people easily, though not giving a damn about them probably helped - she wasn't trying to bang into anyone, but she quickly stepped by them if they were in her way. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Basil and Toby. I'm Alice Liddell."

She'd never heard of Basil of Baker Street, nor a mouse detective. Perhaps she wasn't quite as mad as she previously thought, considering... or this was just another part of her myriad hallucinations.

That was a mighty familiar name. Could she be another like that crazed man claiming to be the Mad Hatter? It was a safe assumption, after all. Especially when he thought of some of the others he'd met here...

"It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Alice." He paused for just a moment.

Alice, being unaware of Basil's thought process, said nothing about it. "A pleasure." She remained mostly silent as she walked, more concerned with getting the mouse and the dog out of the ruthless, biting cold. It took several minutes before they reached there destination, and Alice stepped through without a care in the world as to what new insanity the Mad Hatter might be up to at the moment. Luckily, he was out of sight for the moment, so the young woman merely stepped aside to allow Toby entrance.

"Here we are," she stated simply. It was much better than her humble little room at Houndsditch.

“Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah, Someone's in the kitchen I know~” The Mad Hatter sang while he was making some pie, “Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah~ Strummin' on the old banjo!” Standing straight up looking absolutely offended his eyes widen, “WHO’S STRUMMING IN THE KITCHEN WITH DINAH, AND WHY DON’T I KNOW THEM?!”

Jumping up on the kitchen counter wielding a frying pan and pointing it toward off toward the entrance where Alice and Basil came in. “Start talking! Do you know Dinah’s new friend the Banjo? Because I don’t! And I don’t want them in the kitchen with me if we haven’t been introduced yet!” the Mad Hatter stares for a moment then points the frying pan at Basil, “Is that Mr. Banjo?”

The mouse smacked his forehead with a paw. Of all the people he'd expected to meet in Alice's house, the Mad Hatter had somehow not been named on the list. How on earth Basil had overlooked such an obvious detail would likely escape his understanding for the rest of his life. What a dismal fate to have to resign himself to.

"I am most assuredly not a banjo, my good sir," Basil said through clenched teeth.

Oh, here it was. Alice rolled her eyes in exasperation. As much as she liked (or at least thought she liked) the Mad Hatter, he frankly got on her nerves after awhile. A large part of that, she knew, was the fact that the Hatter she had known had tried to kill her repeatedly, and this man merely needed to be the younger version. However, Alice pushed that away for now and merely settled for frowning at the Hatter disapprovingly.

"He is most certainly not a banjo, Hatter," she chimed in, glancing over at Toby. "I found him and this poor dog out in the snow."

“Oh,” The Mad Hatter said, lowering his frying pan, then beginning to twirl it like a baton, as he smiled at the two with a big grin, “Well, I don’t have to worry then, do I-?” BONG!! The frying pan flew around and whacked the Mad Hatter on the side of his head. Making his hat fly off, holding his head in pain, giving a wonderlandish curse, tripping over, and yelping as he fell over the kitchen counter. Luckily he hit a pile of pillows, making feathers fly in the air when he hit the carpet, but that’s just his dumb luck working like a charm. The Mad Hatter got up, one of the pillows was on top of his head as if it was his new hat, he spit out a feather or two. He lifted his gloved hand to hold the bump on his head.

“Alice… Remind me that frying pans are not a very good thing to twirl around with, it can cause quite a nasty headache,” The Mad Hatter got up taking off the pillow and brushing off the feathers as he grumbled to himself something about using frying pans as weapons, and how it certainly was quite right. As he got himself suited back up properly, he fluffed up his hair and walked over to where Alice was standing with Basil.

“So you found him out in the snow? My my, he shouldn’t be out there, it’s cold!” the Mad Hatter stated in fact, but then looked at Basil more closely giving a big smile, “Oh hey! I know you! You’re Basil that detective, the one I’ve met on the Message Boards! A pleasure to meet you again sir!” He looked back up at Alice, “Oh Alice, the snow, was there a lot of it? Neither of you didn’t manage to catch any on you did you? Those can become very wet and cold. Don’t want you feeling miserable, now do we? Now shall I get you two some hot tea? I just was making some pie in the oven and-OH! It’s Clementine, I hope that’s just dandy, I was thinking maybe strawberry, but it’s not quite the season for them. And hardly any fruit are in, but I wanted a fruit pie anyway so I thought perhaps this was alright! Is it?”

The mouse couldn't help but cringe when the Mad Hatter bludgeoned himself in the head with the frying pan. As little as he wanted to do with the man, that didn't make him immune to seeing him hurt himself like that.

"That's right sir, Basil of Baker Street," he said with a sweeping bow that including pulling his hat from his head. The rest of the Hatter's nonsense, however, went largely ignored in favor of checking on Toby, who was in mighty bad shape for all the walking about in the snow. Hounds just weren't bred for that sort of thing, not to deal with it for that long, anyway. The poor dog's ears were almost going stiff.

"There there Toby, we'll get a nice warm fire going for you in just a minute." He looked up to Alice. "Say, Alice, might we by chance be able to get a fire going?"

"Perhaps you ought to be a little more careful in the future," Alice replied as the Mad Hatter held his head. "Although I think you might have gotten a new hat into the bargain." The feathers quite seemed to match his hair, at any rate. Stepping closer to Toby, Alice carefully set Basil down upon him after the mouse had introduced himself in order to get a fire started. She was hardly fond of it, but it had its uses, and her fear of flames had mostly been extinguished by now.

"There was quite a lot of snow," she replied presently, taking off her cloak in order to hang it up. "It's built up. At this rate we might very well be buried in it." Alice nodded at the Hatter, the ghost of an almost-smile crossing her list. "That's fine. I'll be grateful for something warm."

“Oho, it seems that I have acquired a new one yes,” The Mad Hatter tilted his pillow hat in a short bow in return to Basil. Quite proud that he was able to meet this detective mouse in person! He clapped his gloved hands together as nodded to Alice, an agreement. Oh yes they should start a fire, “There should be plenty of wood in the fireplace, I’m pretty sure there is. I counted them twice. We have some blankets on the couch too I believe.”

The Mad Hatter turned on his heel to start up a pot of tea on the stove, placing the pillow back on a nearby chair, and checking up on the pie, looks like it’s almost done. He then proceeded to browse in his large variety of tea in his own selected cupboard for them, “Ah Frabjous, now let’s see, I think we have Gingerbread flavor if either of you are fond of that or would you like Sugar Plum?”

Thinking about the type of tea set he should out for them the Mad Hatter stuck out his tongue to open another cupboard to try and pick out a set. Probably something with a wintery design on it he thinks. Immediately the Mad Hatter took out one of the doll set teacups for Basil and started to see if they had a bowl for Toby.

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