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How Is a Raven Like a Writing Desk?

Characters: The Hatter, The March Hare, and Vatheon! Guest Starring Alice.
Location: Park
Time: Evening
Style: What you're comfortable with
Status: Open

Anyone close to or wandering the park might be drawn by the glow of lanterns. They were strung around and over a large table. There were various tea cups, tea pots, flower pots, watering cans, and plates all around. None of the chairs matched either and ranged from bar stools to plush office chairs. Bread, butter, jam and small cakes were in the middle. There was a pocket watch resting inside of the creamer.

A pair could be found there, sitting rather close. The Hatter had his feet kicked up on the table's edge, a tea and saucer balanced in his hand. He was watching his partner with amusement. Why? Because the tea was spiked with rum. He needed something to loosen up his little March Hare.

((Expect tags from Faris, Laharl, or both. Ciel might be dragged in as well)).

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((the tea found in the watering can isn't spiked, all the stuff in the tea pots and vases are either spiked, or straight up rum))

[ Well, this certainly isn't like any proper tea ~~Ciel~~ Alice has ever had.

Curiouser and curiouser. ]

This is mad.

[ 'Alice' insists this rather vehemently, despite having taken a seat at the table in an overstuffed armchair, and even having accepted a cup of tea straight out of the pot. At least it's still warm. ]

You're tellin' me.

[ And he slumps himself right onto the table, still toying with that vase. It's his... second now? And does he ever feel weird. ]

Damn city... ya wake up, suddenly you got rabbit ears outta nowhere!

Think we all might be a little mad here.

[Grin as he raises the cup before taking another drink.]

Least ya got spared any odd outfits. [To his bunny eared friend.]

My butler has the ears too.

[ And he's fairly sure that 'odd outfits' crack was directed at him, Faris! But for now he'll scowl your way and pat the front of his apron somewhat self-consciously and then continue stirring some milk into his tea with a small silver spoon. He isn't quite used to doing it himself, but the tea itself is so strange that he doesn't worry too much about getting the ratio right. ]

Why, I've no idea. And I can't seem to find anything but this ridiculous clothing to wear. It is all so very strange.

[ So much to see and explore! Except he isn't usually so...interested in seeing and exploring things. ]

Get used to it. City gets weird all the time.

[ He's not lifting his head though, just kinda sliding it to the side to glance at him. ]

Okay. Okay, this time I gotta ask. Are you a guy? Coz the last time, I kinda thought one of my roomies was a girl.

[ Slump. Yep, alcohol getting to him. ]

Dammit, why can't any of you guys dress normally?!

[And himself. He wasn't used to frills or Victorian fashion. Well, the pirate thing touched on it a bit, but without the frills. And the hat.

Faris was going to lose the kids in the custody battle with the Butler later, huh?]

The ears are actually kind of cute. [Leans over to touch one. What is this personal space and should pirates actually care?]

My mate is stuck in a seal skin. He had to borrow some of my newly gifted clothes. Lets just say my clothes are a couple sizes too small.

O-of course I am!

[ Congratulations Laharl, you've earned yourself your first indignant Ciel Phantomhive outburst! Because he can't see how anyone could possibly recognize him as anything but male, even now. The bows and frills just scream masculinity, don't they?

But whatever anyone will tell you, those are shorts, damn it, not a skort. But soon he dissolves into a 'hmph' and takes another sip of tea instead, setting the spoon aside. That sip actually devolves into him quickly downing the entirety of the cup, glowering over the rim at the two other occupants of the table all the while. ]

Who are the two of you, anyway?

[ About time he asked. ]

[ The minute Faris gets an inch close to those ears, however, one of them flicks away from that hand. There's a bit of a swatting motion as he takes another gulp of his drink. Before a rather slurred "quit it."

Unfortunately, that is SO a skirt, man.

This earns you a signature Demon Prince Outburst right back. One hand slammed on the table as he gets up in a half drunken stupor. Just to prove a point. ]

The name's Laharl, prince of the Netherworld. Who the hell you think you are?

[ And slumping back down into his seat. Nope. Not all demons are dignified, I'm afraid. ]

[Maybe he'll just bide his time then. Hand falls to his side as he gave an amused look to his little Hare.]

All right, little mate. [Chuckling at the...passionate introduction. His gaze then moved over to their little...princess.]

Suppose titles don't matter much here. Name's Faris Scherwiz. Yourself [A pause.] lad?

[Tea cup was put down as he grabbed whatever closest to refill it.]

[ Excuse you, Faris, but titles matter a great deal to Ciel, no matter where he is. ]

Ciel Phantomhive. Earl Phantomhive.

[ Which is why he puts such emphasis on his. He'll be refilling his tea cup now, as well. Oh, and glaring at Laharl. ]

Just what do you mean by 'Netherworld?'

Ya never heard of the Netherworld? What kinda planet do you come from?

[ Draining his ~~rum~~ tea now before he speaks. ]

The place your souls go! Ya never seen a demon before?!

[ Another huff. ]

You'd make a lousy prinny.

[Some gathering this was. An Earl, a Prince, and a Pirate Captain.]
Pleasure making your acquaintance then, Earl Phantomhive. [Cup was raised, before he took another drink of his tea.]

Just what is a prinny? [Brow raised as he turned his attention back to Laharl.]

I've heard the name before; I simply assumed you couldn't have been daft enough to think yourself prince of such a place. I see now that I assumed incorrectly.

[ Siiip. Is he starting to feel light-headed? Well, at least one of these two has some semblance of politeness. ]

You also, Mister Scherwiz. And I would like to second your question.

[ Because prinny? That's a stupid word. ]

[ Shaking his head just to get rid of the fact his thoughts are getting fuzzy. It's getting to him too. ]

Well, yeah. Duh. Would be overlord too if this place hadn't kept trying ta suck me up all the time! This is what, third time now?!

[ And sinking further into his seat. ]

S'what human souls turn into when ya die. Ya gotta pay your way back to being human again, y'know.

Wouldn't surprise me if my Hare here might be a prince. He certainly holds that... certain charm about him.

[Cetain charm could easily translate to arrogance, but the pirate meant it some what fondly. Both of the "kids" were arrogant, and it was something to admire.]

Least I know to avoid putting my life on the line then, if there be some sort of punishment such as that.

[ He was never one for tea, really... but hey, when you have no choice to. That and he's kinda been craving it for some weird reason. So... he's slumped in his chair, swishing a flower vase of tea around and getting a rather distinct tinge to his face. ]

Hey! Faris! This stuff normally taste this weird?

Haven't had tea before? If ya need sugar, there some over here.

[Leans forward to snag the sugar bowl to place by the demon.]

What do ya normally drink, mate? [Good news, he was proving to be entertaining.]

I know what tea is, you idiot!

[ lumping the sugar in though. Not that it's gonna help the taste at all. Unfortunately, Laharl is probably one of the largest hunks of trollbait the city can offer.

He's considering that question though as he downs the oversugared vase of spiked tea. ]

Ya got any soda?

[ Hand reaching for one of those jars with the rum though. ]

Knowing what it is is different than having it.

[His own tea was placed on the table as he thought it over.]

Nope. Don't think I've tried any before. [Shrug. Not going to tell him what he was grabbing. Not like he really knew what was what any more.]

Soda's where it's at!

[ Taking a sip from this jar though. Heck, everything looked the same but they were in varying levels of bitterness.

...

this one tasted weirder than the tea. Wry face. ]

...the hell's this crap?!

I'll have to keep that in mind next time I go by the store.

[He peered at the vase before rolling his shoulders into another shrug. You'll get those a lot tonight.]

Not quite sure. Keep drinking it, and maybe you'll find out. [Starts to hum what sounded like "Twinkle Twinkle little star".]

Yeah, they don't carry the good stuff here anyway.

[ Staring at the jar now. It looked like tea... sure as hell didn't TASTE like tea.

Ah well. Down the hatch it goes.

Leaves him with a stingy-burny feeling though. ]

Ya drink this all the time?!

Bet if ya ask, they'll try harder. I wonder where they get most of their goods to begin with.

[He'll make a man of the kid yet. Or maybe a pirate. How amusing would that be?]

More or less. Not like this place offers much else to do. [A tap on the table.] Figured I should test the limits.

*A Selphie appears! Only...she's tiny. The size of a small bird, and she's being carried on the back of her cat Moses. They were on an adventure!TM when Moses noticed the tea party. It looked exactly the kind of thing that Selphie would enjoy, so the cat jumps up onto one of the chairs*

[A wild Selphie. ~~Go pokeball!~~

A cup of milk was placed before the cat. The bird was notice, but any connection to "poppet" wasn't made. Faris snatched a bit of bread to place there for the bird as well.]

You're lucky you caught me in such a charitable mood, you two.

*Only..Selphie isn't a bird..? She's the size of a small bird, but she's just Selphie, only really, really small!

Still, she's excited at being given a tiny-Selphie-sized morsel of food, and she sets to ripping it into smaller pieces with her hands so she can fit it in her mouth*

((Don't mind me, just here for the food.))

[ seems legit. and do excuse him as he makes himself comfortable on the table rather than any of the mismatched chairs, one leg crossed over the other as he stabs various confectionaries with a petite fork only to pop into his mouth wholly; chewing isn't necessary for him. while normally a fan of tea as well, the scent of alcohol among other things had been present at that other table— and it really is an impossible feat for him to get drunk, so he sees no point in bothering. really big fan of sweets though, if it wasn't already obvious! mad tea parties... good job, vatheon— he likes this. ]

[He was excused. The pirate was snatching some of the confections to feed his little March Hare. You know how pets are, can't just give them something to drink. He gave a grin as a way of greeting.] Couldn't imagine that'd be terribly comfortable.

... Oh? Care to test? [ he pats an area on the table next to him, as if offering a "seat". there's a pause as he places another cake in his mouth, talking a bit muffled through his own chewing right after— ] The imagination only goes so far, you know! [ picking up another plate of cake. ]

((Want to play couquet with flamingos? Play some cards?))

[Well, count this as one mythological creature who's interested. Don't mind the unbelievably large, pure white centaur that is calmly investigating things. It's all very fascinating, and his curiosity has won him over. Although... While he won't admit it, perhaps his gaze keeps getting drawn to any people who wander by.]

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