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 Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 7:02 pm
Marche took out a picture of a nicely-shaped young woman [he had plenty of 'em], and her loudly colorful outfit resembled a lorikeet's.
"She works for Admiral Dodo, and passes out prizes to the winners of the Caucus race."
He grinned.
"She wanted me to give you her name and business, since she likes meeting new people."
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 1:47 pm
Hatter sipped his tea but inhaled instead at the site of the rainbowy woman, spitting and snorting out tea. "What the hell is that?!"
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 1:56 pm
Marche grinned.
"Ms. Lory, like said. She can't afford good clothes, which I'm sure oyu can empathize with, as you're basically a not well-known hatter..."
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 2:04 pm
The Guard wiped his nose and mouth with his sleeve as he glared at Marche. "How can she still like me?! I spent all summer trying to get rid o her!!"
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 2:10 pm
Marche giggled [[lolwat]].
"Ms. Lory's crazy, you see. Crazy in love. With you, unfortunately."
He laughed.
"You see, she'll ask me what you like, and all that jazz. I think she likes you due to your brightly colored plumage."
He began to grab his stomach, hooting with laughter.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 2:18 pm
Hatter titled his head down so the top hat would hide his face, how embarassing that this chick found his green attire attractive. Marche's laughter was slowly creeping up his spine, could he handle this? Nope. racing ove rto the laughing Hare he grabbed his friend by the shoulders and shook him violently. "Tell me you didn't tell her my whereabouts!!" The Guard wanted to punch something and the Dormouse's pot was becoming rather friendly to him....
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 2:23 pm
Marche smiled.
"Wrinkle my clothing,and you'll have a house call."
[[He likes to keep appearances. That, and there's no woman to clean up his stuff.]]
There was a distant voice that sounded like a cute songbird.
"Mr. Hare?"
Marche flinched.
"I said nothing, I swear upon my tail."
"I came to see if Mr.Hatter was here..."
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 2:29 pm
Hatter paled at the voice, he squeezed Marche's shoulders tighter and shook him even harder. Whispering very fast he kept from tripping over his words. "You overgrown hamster! Why did you tell her where I am!!???" He released the Hare's shoulders and looked left, right, left, and then spun in a circle a couple of times. "Hide me!" The last came out as a choking squeek and ran over to Marche with desperation in his eyes.
[[Oh geez....prepare for a VERY scared Hatter]]
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 2:35 pm
Marche scoffed.
"I'm a LEPOROPOD."
He pointed to underneath the table.
"Go there."
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 2:38 pm
Hatter's face dropped and his hands hung limp at his hunched form bringing him eye level to Marche. "Why there? There isn't a table cloth..."
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 2:41 pm
Marche grinned.
"Move your hiding position to under a chair if she drops something...."
He threw Hatter underneath.
"...she's coming."
"Hello, Mr. Hare! Is the Captain here...?"
"No, no. Uhhh... why don't you stay for some tea?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 2:47 pm
Being suddenly flung under the table pissed Hatter off, but as he saw the bright colored shoes attached to slim legs he gulped and pulled his feet to his chin, wrapped his arms around his legs and held his breath. I gotta thank Marche for this.... As the high pitched voice pierced his eardrums he shuddered and silently rolled backwards until he was on his side.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 2:55 pm
[[Awww, her voice isn't high-pitched. It's actually pretty.
And, since she looks like the bird, I think her shoes would be black or brown, like bird feet.]]
"I fear that the White Queen is in danger," the Lory said. "I heard around the grapevine that--"
She gave a shriek, and Marche rose form his seat.
"P-Please, let me go... I d-don't want her to be hurt. Just, please... my clothes are made of thin material...!"
Marche scoffed, letting her go.
"Tell me everything!"
"And you wondered why I like the Captain and not you..."
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 3:04 pm
[[Sorry...I just guessed. XD]]
The Guard's face slacked and he was on the verge of tears, this woman scared him and her last comment made his blood run cold. Sucks that Marche satisfied his needs earlier...I could use his hormones right about now...
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 3:18 pm
[[Nah, its ok. Never really described her XD]]
Ms. Lory crossed her legs.
"I, uh, wanted to ask him for a new hat to match my outfit. I saw one that I liked in his shop, and it fit perfectly. I just need to ask him..."
Marche snickered.
"Figured he'd make something to even mattch YOUR outfit."
Ms. Lory began to sniff.
"You're so cruel. I can't believe that any woman would like you, much less Ms. Eileen or Her White Majesty!"
Marche roared at this, and then began to choke Ms. Lory.
"I suppose you think I'm kind to women who dump me."
"I simply said that I was interested in someone else, you psycho!"
"Liar...!"
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