Alice
As I slipped through the brush, chasing after my cat (who I thought had been dead for nearly ten years), my mind wandered again. And again, I found myself thinking of Hatter. When we were walking to Dodo's, I'd noticed a strange bit of fluff on the inside of the coat he'd given me. When I pulled it out, I realized it wasn't normal jacket fuzz, it was fur.
"Oh, my cat used to like to curl up in that one. I forgot," he chuckled a little, revealing a slight (ly adorable) bucktoothed grin. "You're not allergic to cats, are you?"
I shook my head, curiously eyeing the fur; I'd never seen a cat of any kind with purple fur. "I had a cat once." I mumbled, not looking up at him. He stopped walking, and I nearly ran into him.
"Yeah, he ran off about a month ago; tricky thing, he was. He liked to, well... disappear a lot." The corners of his mouth twitched a bit, and I wasn't sure if he was upset or mildly amused.
"Seems normal enough," I made the mistake of muttering, tossing the bit of fur aside. Hatter laughed again.
"Y'ever heard of the Cheshire Cat? Not normal in the least."
Duchess
I was hardly aware of the longing gazes I was attracting, or the sighs of pleasure men exhaled from the sheer sight of me; I was far too deep in my own head, a place I don't often go. How could he... have an affair... with her? Of any woman in the Other world, he would pick the most plain, the most... ordinary girl he could find. There was nothing pretty about her features; a beak nose, droopy eyes, thin lips... she was even muscular, women should not be muscular. We're meant to be pretty, and thin, and delicate. Women are meant to look like me, or at least, to try and look like me. There was no possibly way that he was truely attracted to her!
I slammed the door of my personal room, where my clothes and other belongings were being kept until Jack and I moved into a Married Room, and sat down with a huff at my large vanity. My large pitcher of Beauty was about half empty now, along with my Self Importance and Passion. Ignoring the fact that I'd be coughing up a large amount of money for three very high market emotions, I mixed myself a cocktail of joy and downed it. It hardly calmed my nerves, as I'd hoped it would, and I believe that flustered me more than anything. So, I grudgingly snatched my coat from it's peg and slipped out of the Casino, headed for the one place I knew I'd find Calm for a cheap price; Hatter's Tea House.
Imagine my surprise and dismay when I found it all but destroyed. Did any other cosmic force want to swoop down and ruin my day?