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The invitations trickled out from the Red Queen's palace any way from standard mail by carriage to delivered-by-pigeons: whatever it took to invite the youth and infants of Wonderland to visit the factions and ideally impress upon everyone the stretch of the Red Queen's rule. That was her unspoken goal, after all. And it had made sense, at the time, that one of the factions should offer up a guide. It had not, however, been her intention to send Ecstasy along with the children. That was a poor notion no matter who one asked, and yet, here he was.

It was utter chaos in Clubs. The invitation instructed the kids to find their way to the Fun House buried within Summerland, and have their guardians drop them off there. The sun was fading in Summerland, and that meant that all the partying was starting. At the massive doors of the golden gates, a clefable conjured up will 'o wisps and the surrounding teens laughed raucously. Past that, vendors with anything from icecream to pills painted like flowers lounged around and turned on shop lights, preparing for the night. Summerland's gates never really closed, and the park didn't really wind down: most of the equipment ran itself. Efficient, perpetual.

[[OOC: This is a rough post to show you how it's done, I'll fill in more detail later for my own purposes.]]

Logan arrived without his father Briar, as he lived outside the gates but close enough that it was an easy walk. Even for an infant. He swished his tail back and forth, waiting impatiently. Delegates? Logan huffed under his breath, his ears drooping. He didn't really want to delegate anywhere, but it was rare that he got a chance to explore the other factions in depth.

However, the afternoon was starting stupidly: he certainly did not want to have to catch snacks. But that was exactly what he'd have to do if he wanted to eat, apparently. There was a beverage rolling around under the Funhouse steps, so Logan tried to catch it.

[[OOC: Logan has to retry, so I'll edit this with content later so that I can get this posted up and open the meta orz]]

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Philip always had a taste for grandiose entrances, at least when it came to travel. He seemed to bring Bigsby everywhere in the cabins of carriages, and out from the bowels of just such a carriage the Phanpy boy hopped. Bigsby had been extended an invitation, from the Red Queen, no less, as Papa had informed him when reading the invitation, to explore the various factions as a delegate for Clubs. Bigsby had tried and failed to understand what a 'delegate' was, but he had sprung at the opportunity to get a look around the other factions, an opportunity to see how they partied down. The door of the carriage slamming the second Bigsby was out and the rattle of the thing pulling away not a moment later said that Papa wanted some quiet-time, too.

Bigsby's feet slammed on the ground with as much thunder as can come from a small child. Straightening up, he caught a glance at Logan in his periphery, but before he could pay his friend (begrudging though the boy sometimes seemed to call Bigsby that) any mind, his sight snapped and riveted onto something... something... delicious. Something delicious and running.

Time to nab him some eats.

Malo was eager for this. He had been wanting to explore Wonderland and all its factions for a rather long time, but Preston never had the chance to take him. His eyes were bright as he wondered what the day would hold. Preston had taken him to Clubs that morning on horseback and dropped him off at the gates, warning him to be on his best behaviour before galloping off, back to hearts.

But Malo was not honest. Especially not with Preston. "I'll be so good they won't even know I'd ever been bad before!"

Malo approached the table. The boy sitting there looked oddly similar to Preston and wondered for a time if they could be related. His attention was broken when he heard the hoothoot mention the run away food. Looking all around, Malo saw Logan take off after a bag of chips. Then there were more boys, all his age, all chasing snacks.

Upon seeing them all scampering around like bugs, Malo's first reaction was to laugh so hard he fell onto his back and kicked his feet in the air, little tears rolling off his cheeks. The prospect of others running around, some hardly able to stand, trying to catch bickery little treats was so tear-jerkingly amusing that he had to take a chuckle break.

But when a tiny miltank dispenser ran across his skyward tummy, the litwick startled and stared at it with determined eyes, still snickering. He floated after it, hands open and taking grabs at it.

The invitation arrived just in time far off into the depth in the Diamond's faction upon the farm. The old Shiftry was the one to have obtain the letter from a dove seeing that it was addressed to his son Briar. However the young Leafeon didn't care to go to the event that is occurring for he wanted to help his father. Dmitri has to harvest the Verdant gijinka right out from the fields and drop him off at the Clubs Faction for he wanted his precious boy to make some friends with all the other children. After a long ride upon horseback, they had arrived upon the brilliant grounds of the Faction where Briar was left from his father to enjoy the exploration of Wonderland.

Bright green orbs peered about his surroundings as he fixed up his work clothes and dust any dirt that hid its way in his golden blonde hair to be presentable among the other children. As to his knowledge, he is the only Diamond 'delegate' here. He's not sure exactly what it meant but being the only one made him seemed to be very important and made him very nervous about for he only hoped not to mess up. Soon, he has seen three other children here; a young Growlithe boy, Phanpy, and Litwik. But before he said his hellos to them, his stomach spoke before him. Uh-oh, it's time to get something to eat . . .

Zale clung too his guardian tightly, small hands gripping the muscular leg. Sully was obviously trying to pry the boy off long enough so he could slip away, but Zale was having none of that. They had spoken before, Zale had been told what was happening. Yet, the little hooded boy wanted none of it. He was scared. All these other kids... he was so very scared. It showed, his hood covering his face, hiding the little wide-eyed expression he held. As Sully led him into the room he shuddered violently, pressing into his guardian.

Suddenly, his attention was caught from him. Food. Everywhere, frantically jumping and hopping and taunting.... it enticed a slight giggle from the green haired boys lips. The food mocked and taunted, and he left Sully's side, hands clambering out for a particularly nasty food, a cup of Summer Pudding.

It teased Zale, drifting in-front of his hands before rushing off. Zale barely acknowledged Sully when the pink haired man said his goodbyes, rushing for the pudding. Not only did it look absolutely delicious, it was fun.