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(( p.245-Cheshire's last remark. I'll post for him now.
White is on top of a building, he doesn't have anything to respond to yet. ))

Cheshire smirked. "Why, my dear, I'm just curious as to what you want? You called out my name, and in night nonetheless, what do you wish?" he asked, a darker mischief slipping in, one that didn't mind if harm befell others because of his misdeeds, much like Loki from lore. He was slipping slowly into the waters of insanity. His eyes seemed to wander down her body, then flicker back to her eyes on occassion. She had quite the selection of curves on her human form, even if she didn't know the art of human seduction yet. He wondered how long it would be til her manipulative powers would come to peak. She could be quite the little demoness in the future... Cheshire's eyes seemed to go vacant for a moment, seeing several choice futures that could happen, as well as seeing Posiedon's present death. So much to take in left him in a little bit of an outer-body experience. Accidently leaving his eyes dwelling on Memori's mammary glands.

(No need to rush, dear. All that learnin's important. You don't want to burn yourself out.)

Random was about to sit as far down the table as he could possibly sit, not interested in all the boring old royal stuff, but Teaser simply said, "Jeanie probably doesn't want to hear it all of it, either. But she has to sit down there. You should sit with her so she won't feel lonely." Random nodded vigorously, as if he were trying to dislodge a small animal from his head, and went down to sit next to Jeanie. Teaser breathed a sigh of relief, as she realized, in a strange way, Cyrillia WAS his master, at least in big ways. She would be able to cut off some of his antics and do it in a courtly manner, possibly, Teaser thought, with just a disapproving look, which she realized was very likely to happen, at least once. She was concerned still with the Dormice, but Erick and his murderess Matron needed a close eye.

Random was still humming when he reached his chair. At first he hugged it from the back, a whimper escaping him. "My chair! Has been so long, but now have own chair! Will feed it and walk it and read it bedtime stories!" He rocked it back and forth for a moment, then looked up to see the mostly formal attire about the table. Scratching his helmet in thought, he considered, then pawed off his jingling jacket and draped the arms over his shoulders, the long sleeves hanging like the ends of a scarf, the long coat itself a cloak. The fact that he was bare-chested seemed not a bit of concern, and for a final touch, he found his small bag of dreams and tied it around his neck. The marbles inside clicked together. He overacted a bow to Jeanie and Cyrillia, his helmet fell off, and he scooped it back up. Smiling sweetly to them before replacing it, stoically standing as all the pictures he had seen, he said, "Will be Knight of Dreams! What better place for Dreams than Knight?"

Cyrillia glanced to Jeanie, and they nodded at each oher.

Jeanie knew what she needed to do. "Random.." She whispered, tugging him to one side. "Lets.. play a game. We both have to pretend to be really normal and boring. Lets see who can last longest?" She tried. "Start with clothes, normal people wear them properly. You should put your jacket on" She breathed, "And then we shall sit for dinner"

((KRazy! Where havE You BeeeeEn? I MissEs you! XD))

"Sounds a very good idea" giggled Myria, the night still making her outgoing "Do you have a game in mind?" She questioned Antionette

She heard banging on the door, and Aria excused herself. "Izzy!" She exclaimed, glad to see her once again "My dear, she is not, but you are welcome to join us" She smiled graciously

Jesta's eyes grew wide as she entered the beautiful moonlit meadow. "Oh it's lovely!" She giggled, her night time affliction forgotten. Jesta ran out into the swaying tall grass, rolling head over heels onto the floor and out of sight

Cyrillia smiled at Jeanie's 'game' before looking around in surprise as new people entered the hall. "Hello.." She spoke cautiously, recognising the young March Hare though they had never met. The girl looked oddly familiar though

"More than welcome?" Alice's temper flared. "So you want me to leave then? Fine. If you don't want me here I will go. As though the house had been listening, and glimmering light shone and the door appeared beside her. "I wasn't planning on sitting around, I had had much more interesting ideas, but forget it." Her eyes flashed, and she quickly turned away from him, hiding how hurt she really was. Alice did not look round as she opened the door and returned to the corridor, slamming it shut behind her.

(Sorry, not a True Blood fan. Love Game of Thrones though, and they're doing a fantastic job of adapting the novels)

Random managed an enthusiastic wave and a grand "HELLO!" To the new girl who entered before Jeanie pulled him off to the side. His brow furrowed confusedly as he heard the game. It did indeed sound very boring, but if that's what Jeanie wanted to play, he would try. He sighed, "Okay," and began what seemed the arduous task of setting himself to rights. He had no idea how to play this game. Normal was beyond him and the most boring thing in his many pockets was at least interesting. He managed to fix his buckles so they wouldn't jingle and sat down. Almost immediately his fingers were rattling on the table, and when he noticed he made them into fists, then locked them together, looking around distractedly. This was not a game he was going to like.

((I just-... unless the character is SUPPOSED to be a piece of slime, I try to use the most professional terminology possible.))

Zack woke up slowly and felt like a ton of bricks still. He knew he needed to shower in order to wake up more, so he slid from the bed and made his way to the shower.

((But what should they talk about? I'm at a loss.))

Gale sat down where he was directed by The Queen. He, too, was impressed by Jeanie's quick thinking. The last thing needed was The King and Anna, and Gale couldn't help but wonder what they were up to.

((I'll puppet the King soon, if needed.))

((BLEH! I have a problem with my brain... I think because it is summer my brain doesn't want to work anymore. Stupid writting slump. Let me see what I can write and whatever I can't... well I'll try to come back to do something with it later.))

Izzy entered the house, looking all around before Aria's words actually hit her. Isabelle wasn't there. Her face fell though it was hard to tell because of how upset her face was already. She turned back around to Josh. "Is there any other place close?" Izzy ran her fingers through her hair. "Right... Where could she have gone?"

Antoinette frown deepened. She had no idea of a game. She had never played one before. But Izzy's insane entrance gave Antoinette something to do. She stood and went to where the three were standing. "Antoinette talk to trees. Find Isabelle." She smiled, proud of her abitily and her apparent contribution to helping Izzy.

Alice giggled as Teaser introduced herself. "Hello to you Teaser. I'm Alice. Is there a party going on here?" She was still yet unaware of the King and his power and his anger. It hadn't crossed her mind yet who would have replaced the Queen of Hearts, all of her previous adventures hadn't crossed her mind since she got back to Wonderland.

Mark on the other hand did know and he was ready to leave. "Nice going Alice, just tell everyone..." He muttered to himself. He moved next to her and tugged on her dress. "I'm sorry to inturrupt but we need to leave Alice..." But she paid no head to him.

"That's what I said, More than Welcome!" He shouted as she left. He didn't even know why he had decided to humor her feelings anyway. She was so frustrating! She reminded him of his cousin, Izzy! Upset, he turned away from the door and stared off in the opposite direction. No one had the right to talk to him that way. He would stay there till his temper cooled off.