Night fell slowly on March Hare's teaparty. He mourned the beautiful, broken china, but knew that he would replace it nearly instantly with the spare Winter set of dishes. Beautiful, heavy clay that had minimal glazing and the most modest designs. Rustic, a bit like Diamonds was perceived to be. Faust sat at the head of his table, amidst the shattered dishes, and rolled a blue pill around on the table, looking at it. "All this trouble from such a little thing... who made you? Is it true that he did? Why would he make such a thing..." Faust's voice was heavy as he mused aloud to himself.
Alice's Oracle sat himself down next to Faust, half a sandwich in his mouth. He took a huge bite, tearing the sandwich free, and talked around his food, "Can't help you there, I don't know who made them, or to what purpose. My intel isn't reaching like it used to," he shook his head, looking thoroughly depressed with the prospect. Then taking another bite of his sandwich.
"None of us can go search; we need to hold our positions and maintain a sense of authority and stability... Hearts lost another two metres of land last week," Faust switched topics suddenly, though the way he spoke it seemed as though the thoughts were more linked than they might appear.
"Without a doubt, stability isn't really an option right now, Faust. Honey. Sweetheart. Ex is suffering worse of all, you seen him lately? Dude can barely string two sentences together, he's just doped up all the time on his own cures," Alice added, taking another bite of his sandwich. The last bite, in fact, as he had then swallowed the entire thing in those 3 bites.
"At least he was lucid enough to make us an antidote," Faust replied, defending the weird faction head that governed Clubs in the loosest sense. "The only one we need to worry about... is him," Faust said, nudging the bag of pills with his knuckle.
"I think it is time I came out of my tower and returned to the Tea Party, Alice. I must pass the torch to the others, now, and return to my duties," Faust lamented, pushing himself to his feet and brushing himself off. He snapped his fingers, summoning servants out of the shadows, who began to clear away the broken dishes.
Alice, as soon as Faust was gone, put his feet up on the table and leaned back on the two back legs of his chair. "Talk to me, baby. Give us a sign," Alice mumbled, as if talking to someone invisible.
