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Fragment 2: Honey Tart

Well, hiding certainly did seem like a viable option. You were a lot less likely to be trod on for one thing. Skirting around a large teacup, Clopper considered his future prospects as a micro-sized person.

Nope, not liking it one bit

“Perhaps if I eat something else...,”said Clopper . “That may change me back,”

Well, there was certainly no lack of food to try. Inching around a large pair of sugar tongs, Clopper went to the nearest confectionary he could find. The honey tart.

“Looks good,” said Clopper as he inched around the pie’s crust and marvelled at the honey filling inside. “I wonder if I could get a taste...,”

Leaning forward (while holding on for dear life to a tea label from a neaby teapot for support), Clopper managed to dip his hand into the gooey liquid. Pulling his honeyed hand out was much harder than he had thought as the thick honey clung so but he had somehow managed it in the end. Stuffing the sweet goo into his mouth, Clopper licked and sucked the filling clean.

I wonder if I’ve changed thought Clopper as his twitched his nose ...

HIS NOSE!

Peering crossed eyed down the length of his nose, Clopper was aware of whiskers and...as his paws touched his face, a rather fluffy texture.

HISPAWS?!

Yep. They were no more or no less than a pair of fluffy paws.

What had happened? A long ear twitched with worry.

HIS EARS!

There was no mistaking it now. He had changed alright. Right into a rabbit!

After the pink of his clothing started to wear off Matt started to wonder around the table looking over everything that it had to offer. There were cakes of various colors topped with various creams, sugar, and fresh fruit. Cupcakes, to cookies, to various elegant pots that he could only guess were full of various tea blends. He tried to climb one of the teapots but warm outside and slick curves made it almost impossible to even get to the top of it. Not to mention he would have to figure out a way to open the lid and not fall in while trying to get a handful of tea. Instead the scent of honey and pasty started to cause his nose to twitch as he looked around for the delicate scent of tarts. Walking at the fastest pace he could muster he found it, honey tarts, their sweet pools of honey beckoned him to have a piece. Pulling off a hunk of pastry and dipping it into the honey center he started to munch on it unaware to the slow decrease in size. It wasn’t until he dropped it he realized something was wrong.

His hands were paws.
His nose twitched even more.

There was a sever lack of clothes and he had long long ears.

What the hell was he, he fumbled as he tried to maneuver the new feet over to any reflect surface. When he found one he stared in awe, he was hare.

A march hare.

Cursing he sat down miserably on his hind legs.

Barth smiled, a little.

He seemed to get nervous himself, and shuffling his feet a bit, checked his health, and then put it away again.

"You know," he began, "that, particular emotion, I feel has been been under-vilified and is of course, a useful tool, and just as dangerous as any of the more accepted...you know, classically accepted, demonly...feelings. And it has in fact been the cause of many great evils over the course of history. As an incubus, to neglect what was a fundamental language of your specialty is much more near-sighted than the alternative..."

Barth trailed. A clumsy diatribe was probably not the best tact. He tried again, looking firmly at the tablecloth.

"I'm not very brilliant. Or always, professional. Either. In regards to that."

He thought particularly of Lilith, because that had not been to his advantage in any way, shape, or form, and many betrayals of his very basic nature had been a result of...well, lust was respectable, he kept telling himself, but there were also- other circumstances...it was a complicated subject.

"You err, do lend yourself very quickly to repression."

Nod took a deep, calming, computer-generated breath and rested his hands on Defile's shoulders.

"It is my professional and demonly advice, to relax."

The woods and pathway begin to fade away as the ghost boil ventured forward. Music, it sounded quite joyous. This caught him slightly off guard. There was a table with an odd assortment of chairs around it. They were all different colors, sizes, and shapes. He was mesmerized by the colors and decor. There was a sign that read, 'Ring for Tea Time!'. An eyebrow raised as he looked for the bell. But there was no bell. A loud pop could be heard as plates and cups began to cover the table. Then treats and goodies galore covered the plates. his mouth watered as eat once was labled 'try me'.



His mouth watered even more at the sight of the red cupcakes. Red velvet was one of his favorite desserts. He took a small handful and began to taste the delicate texture. He gave a sigh of happiness as he gave a big goofy grin. He blinked when he noticed his clothes begin to turn pink. He laughed slightly before going to the next dessert to try.

Cake, could be made from icescream or just from a box the humans use mostly. Icyhoof licked his lips as he took a good amount before making a purr like noise out of satisfaction. He blinked as he noticed his hand 'dissapearing' before his very eyes. Even though it was only a mind trick. He giggled like mad as he hid behind the chair, even though he was able to be seen by others.

He was in a slight panic before diving into the rich flavors or chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry. His nerves felt better already. He gave a satisfying burp of being full from all the delicious treats that were laid out on the table. He wished for more, but was already getting chubby from so much food. His form changed back to normal, but his nerves began to go haywire. He panicked as he pulled out some paper and used the honey tart good to message someone he didn't even know. "Boughman, you alright?! I think something's going to eat you! I'll meet you at the tavern!" He wrote frantically as he dashed off towards the tavern. He found a white dove and sent it off to find him.

Down the path, through the thinning Woods to an oversized, over-scaled table he went, absently tugging at his right earlobe as he sized up the best way to climb to the top. Chair-scaled, he made his way to the top and went to the small sign under the big yellow exclamation point. "Wonderland..." He muttered to himself, not bo thering to look for a bell to ring. Instead he tried inspecting the sign closer, which lead to a loud POP! and the previously bare expanse of table suddenly covered by desserts, cups and saucers to scale.

Mad Hatter's Tea Party, right. He'd figured as much, the moment he'd seen the table.

All of the desserts looked and smelled absolutely delicious, so Shad0ws_Suck knew he was supposed to try eating them; truthfully, he wouldn't have been able to resist even if he'd wanted. Which he didn't. Shad walked carefully around the various deserts, his senses filled with the delectable sights and smells, taking in each of the desserts and trying to decide which he wanted to try first. Or second, or third or...hell, why not try 'em all?

Because clearly, there was something wrong with them. Something would happen, from a physical change to a mental or emotional one. Rex was reminding him, he knew better - this was Wonderland. Still, he wanted to try some of the displayed comestibles...surely whatever happened wouldn't be too horrible...right?

With that in mind, Shad made his way over to one of his absolute favorite desserts in the whole wide waking world: the Banana Split!

He climbed atop it, his White Rabbit outfit getting all dirty and stained in the process (and not caring one bit!) as he straddled the banana logboat he tried some of the dessert, Rex whining as the effects suddenly became apparent. Shad0ws_Suck felt uncomfortable and looked around from his perch on the Banana Split, worrying his lower lip with an extremely concerned expression on his face.

< TO SCIENCE: Um...Hi? SCIENCE? Are you okay? >
< TO SCIENCE: I don't want to alarm you, but... >
< TO SCIENCE: I think you're in terrible danger. >
< TO SCIENCE: Please let me know if you're feeling okay or something... >
< TO SCIENCE: Hello? >

That was the start of what would end up being an hour's worth of increasingly, irritatingly, illogically frantic pings from Shad to SCIENCE, a person his roaming eyes had locked onto from his vantage point atop the Banana Split. After spamming the first half-dozen messages, he hurriedly dropped back to the table top and made his way over to SCIENCE; he felt the need to hover and watch and basically just make a nuisance of himself.