A Mad Tea Party (Open!)

[AMY WINSTON]

Who said Amy was anti social? On Monday night, savoring her night off, Amy had jumped on a Local chatroom. There was a girl there being rude, and a bunch of cool people, including to her surprise a girl in her class she had always wanted to talk to, but never actually did. There were some jokes made about everyone meeting up, and before she knew it, Amy had organized a tea party in the park. It was great! Amy didn't have a lot a friends, or know a lot of people, save for Jon. This was the day it all turned around. She straightened her headband, smoothed her dress, and set out.

In the cab to Hyde Park, she checked her bag, to make sure she had everything. She chose Hyde because of their lovely gazebos and pavilions designed for picnics and the like. She had her endless amounts of tea, teacups, a tablecloth, and containers full of cupcakes, biscotti, and other tea happy favors. She had tea pots, and bottled water to steep the tea in. A little buffet candle, for the tea to stand over. It was going to be lovely. She checked her watch as the cab pulled up. 1:10. Excellent. She had just enough time to set up.

She walked the pavements, her Mary-Jane heels clicking across the walkway. Excellent. The largest Pavilion was open. She steeled herself, and like a good little worker bee, set off. She had popped an adderall this morning, so she was buzzing about, getting shit done. She put the finishing touch on the setup, and then stood at the opening to the pavilion, checking her watch. 2:00 on the dot. Perfect.

Although, she would be rather unhappy if nobody showed up. That would be just her luck. She goes, gets all excited, and nobody comes. She started to feel anxious, twirling her hair in her fingers. Suddenly, as she was reaching the peak of her anxiety, she heard that little voice. "Don't worry. They'll come. I know it." It sounded hopeful and expectant. Like she knew some of the people, and how they were. Amy smoothed her dress, feeling more confident, and awaited the first arrivals.

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[HECTOR LÉON]

- - - - - - - he got the money; man, he got the fold lines
- - - - - - - but he got the problems banging on his door

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Hector had never been to a tea party. Hector didn’t want to go to a tea party. Hector thought tea parties were girly. But Hector was going to a tea party. And for some reason, deep down, he was excited.

Maybe it was because he had never been to one. Maybe it was the overwhelming amounts of teas Amy had described. Or maybe it had nothing to do with the actual party details at all. Maybe it was because the people he was going with were a different crowd than he was used to. Or maybe it was because he met them online, and was sure at least half of them weren’t serial killers. Or maybe it was because the sun was shining, the grass was green, and it was an absolutely perfect day to make friends, and Hector absolutely loved making friends.

Or maybe it was because of that.

Yes, Hector noted that he was most definitely sure it was because of that—that being the attractive young female setting out the various cups and kettles under the larger pavilion in Hyde Park—as he approached, swinging about a jar cashews, and though cashews weren’t exactly standard fare for a tea party, Hector wouldn’t have known that because Hector had never been to a tea party. But what Hector did know was that that would be standard fare for this tea party, at least, and because of that, Hector was excited.

She looked like a housewife, Amy did, standing at the door of her husband’s party as she waited to greet guests and ask for their coats. She was excited too, or at least a bit anxious, and Hector laughed quietly to himself at her anticipation of her guests. He raised the cashew jar in a sort of wave to assure her that he was indeed a guest, and not an encroaching serial killer—though, in all fairness, Hector would not be surprised if some invitees were a little bit of both.

“Afternoon,” Hector said, flashing a smile. He strolled to the long tea party table and placed his cashew jar between a teapot and a box of cupcakes. Looking at it sideways, he tried to ignore how blatantly the dark metal casing stood out against the more feminine teawear.

He pivoted to turn back to her and took a confident step in her direction. “I’m Hector,” he said simply, but the awkwardness of introducing yourself to someone whose tea party you’ve been invited to was utterly lost on him. “From the chat,” he added for clarification. “Damn, it’s weird seeing you not on a computer screen.”

Turning his eyes back to the table, he gestured with a nod. “Nice setup you’ve got here—“ he started before realizing he couldn’t really remember her name, or any of the chatters’ for that matter. “Er, nice setup. Yeah,” he repeated weakly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Anyway,” Hector continued, not wanting the conversation to be lost on awkwardness, “when do you suppose the rest’ll be arriving? I mean, we’ve got—what—a half dozen others coming?”

And as awkward as it may have been, Hector was excited.

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NOTES;;[/b][/color]oh lord. late night posts might lead to suck--just a warning.
DE;;[/b][/color]lake. pls do not take anything.

[safetypinalert5]

For the first time in a long time, it wasn’t a struggle for London to get up from her afternoon nap. The Tea Party. Normally it wouldn’t have been a big deal, and she would have brushed it off. But no, this lot was different. And it was apparent, because after struggling for a way to word it, Dor gave her an idea on how to ask that one named Beth.

The mouse is in the teapot, do you understand?

I think I do, in which case…Marchie wishes you a very merry unbirthday.

It caused Dor and both London to come to a screeching halt. And that other girl coordinating the tea party, something was off about her; this was not something to miss. And Dor didn’t let her forget it, having gone absolutely mad, and covered London’s house in sticky notes marking the date. How the tiny mouse got on the ceiling, she will never know.

When she woke up that morning…or rather, afternoon, she stumbled straight out of bed, and flipped through her closet. What do you wear to a tea party? She settled on a soft, mossy green dress, tight like a modern day corset around her torso and gold embroidery around the top, and right at her waist poofed out in a bubble dress and fell just above her knee.

“You look a bit like a teapot,”[/b] Dor commented lazily, causing London to glance around at the small mouse on her pillow.

“It’s fitting then, isn’t it?”[/b] London asked curiously, before tugging off her pajamas and shrugging the dress on, and doing the little dance, trying to get the zipper up on her own. “We know the Hare will be there, and the Hare—mas as he is, is a friend.”[/b] The blonde woman continued, looking in her mirror to make sure the dress was all in the right place. “But we don’t know if the others are from our book, or if they’re normal. And if they are from our book, are they a friend?” She pondered out loud.

There was a strange silence, and she glanced over her shoulder, to see her tiny mouse companion once again asleep on her pillow. She sighed; he’d waited for this day for such a long time, and now he was asleep. London plucked the curlers out of her hair, and situated them around her face, and brushed on a light layer of makeup in a natural tone, before tugging on a black pair of stilettos. She reached over, plucking up the mouse from her pillow by his tail, and plopped him right on her shoulder where he groggily clung to, meandered to the kitchen and picked up the small, prepared basket, and went out the door.

The silence loomed over their heads while they took the cab all the way to Hyde Park. Her shoulders were stiff under Dor’s tiny claws, and both hearts beat rapidly. Finally arriving, woman, mouse, and basket all glanced around.

“Over there, London.”[/b] Came the tiny voice from beneath her curls. There was a girl in a blue dress, and black heels. And from the distance, London’s heart squeezed. “Alice,” Dor mumbled softly, “She looked like Alice for a moment.” Came the sad continuation of his thought. London reached her hand up, her nails gently petting Dor behind his head, comforting the little creature.

London started walking towards the girl, and took into account of the man standing not too far. Probably also from the chat room. “Hello, hello!” London called when she was close enough, waving her hand at the crowd with a bright smile on her face. She paused awkwardly, glancing from Amy to Hector, before focusing on Amy, the girl who just a moment ago, looked like an old friend. “London, uhm. InTheTeapot, from the chatroom.” She introduced awkwardly, before feeling Dor push forward on her shoulder, his tiny little whiskers brushing his cheek as he sniffed the air in Amy’s direction, teeny little nose twitching. “And this is Dor, sorry if it’s a no-mice rule…he sort of goes with me everywhere.” She explained carefully, setting her basket on a bench, leaning over in the slightest to lift the lid on the basket, while Dor jumped from her shoulder onto the table, and stood up momentarily on his hind legs, before back to all fours, watching Amy.

“I didn’t know how much water you had with you, so I brought a bit more. Plus, you can have them for later, or we can make them together, but..”[/b] She showed the contents of the basket. Filter paper, strings, and several different baggies of crushed herbs, “To make your own tea!”

The dress and makeup.
The hair.
Dor, the companion.
Notes: Sorry if I butchered the little quote from the chatroom, Kitt. D: I'm half 'sleepin.[/size]

[hedgerz]

This was one event Walter Malone was not going to miss. Not that Wally missed anything that was in public, and more or less involved alcohol beverages and perfect strangers anyways, but this one was special. How awesome was it that he met people online who liked Alice in Wonderland as much a he did? And how epical was it that he got to dig out the Mad Hatter costume he made from scratch?

Very awesome AND epical. He put the costume on to see if it still fit. Yep, perfect. It didn't even look like a costume, not really. The materials he had used were normal and not metallic like most costumes, and it looked like something someone would actually wear if that particular style was in fashion. He secured the 10/6 sign to his hat and placed it on his head. Everybody would be staring at him like he was crazy.

It was just perfect.

As he stepped out of his apartment complex, he paused to hail a cab, but hesitated. No, he would walk. Hyde Park wasn't that far away and he had time to kill. Wally could feel the eyes on him as he did so, and smiled even wider as heads turned to see what everyone was looking at. Though, it was a little uncalled for. There had been stranger things on these streets than a guy dressed like the mad hatter. Though he doubted most of them got the reference. After all, since the new movie came out, everyone's been favoring the Johnny Depp mad hatter, which wasn't Wally's favorite interpretation. In fact, it was by far his least favorite. He couldn't even watch that movie for five minutes before having to turn it off.

"Twinkle, twinkle, little bat...." he sang as he entered the park. Within three seconds he saw who he guessed to be Amy in the Alice-esque dress, Hector, and some other girl. London, maybe, since he spotted a dormouse and she said she had one.

"Why is a raven like a writing desk?" he asked with a grin as he got to the table. This was gonna be amazing, he knew it.

www.polyvore.com/mad_tea_party_at_disco/set?id=32700842 --- The Outfit

[CODY PAXTON]

Tea parties. While they weren’t exactly his cup of tea (pardon the pun), he was excited. After all, he was specifically requested to not wear his shirt by a very beautiful girl. As he walked around his little rented apartment getting ready, he sighed and imagined the girl. Amy. The name rolled off of his tongue easily, and he grinned.

It only took a minute to pull on some jeans over his boxers and slip a belt through the loops. He pulled the belt about three notches before it felt perfect. Afterwards, he put on some of his Axe cologne. Dark Temptations was the name. He tossed the bottle back onto his bed and walked out the door.

The day was sunny and bright. It was warm out, but the small, gentle breeze that blew through the city made the weather absolutely perfect. It was a perfect day to meet the love of his life. He strolled lazily through New York City. America was really different than the United Kingdom. It didn’t rain nearly as much was probably the biggest thing.

He glanced at the time on his wrist. 1:50. That meant he had ten minutes to get to Hyde Park. Easy. He picked up the pace a little, jogging through the streets. When he got to Hyde Park, it had just turned two. His blue eyes scanned the park, and he saw a bunch of people by a long table… and her. His stomach did flip flops just seeing her, and he walked over to them, flashing them a smile when he arrived.

“Well, I didn’t put a shirt on, like you asked,” Cody chuckled, winking quickly at Amy. Quickly he looked her up and down, and noted that blue was a very pleasing colour on her. After a second, he decided he should probably look at the others too. It only took him a moment to figure out which one was Wally. “Why, Wally, loving the outfit. Is that the one you made yourself?” He continued to scan the people. “And I suppose you are Squeak?” He said to London. “I could recognize you by the mouse. Dor, did you say his name was?” All who remained was Hector, who, honestly, looked quite a bit excited. “Oh, are you the rapist/murderer?” He joked, “You seem to be pretty excited for this little extravaganza.”

He ran a hand through his hair. “Sorry I didn’t bring anything. I didn’t exactly know what to bring, so I figured I’d rather not bring anything than bring something totally embarrassing and incorrect for a tea party. I am, however, quite chuffed to have been invited and wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

tags: Everyone !
notes: First official post ever! (: Sorry it sucks.
words: four-five-oh

[NOELLE ARGENT]

Real talk time. Virginia had not gone out to be with a group of friends in over a year. No, college had not taken over her life, and she wasn't a social flop, either. It was just that Virginia tended to be a little...eccentric, at times. Like the time she saw a little kid's finger be maimed by those sliding automatic doors. So it wasn't completely her fault that Virginia developed a fear for them. She actually found her fear to be reasonable and logical, if not hindering. How did she shop for groceries? Virginia handed over money and a list to a friend, trusting them that they wouldn't screw her over.

Thank God for roommates.

Not that Virginia had a God to thank. She wasn't entirely sure on where she stood on the whole religion thing, it just seemed too good to be true. Everyone claimed that there was an almighty being, and that He was good, and that you should be thankful. Virginia always responded with, "Well I don't think He would've killed my father. Or at least let us know why He did." Touche. And if there is a God, Virginia thought, I have a feeling he wouldn't like me so much.

Now that it seemed like Virginia would finally be getting her social life back, it was all she could do to contain herself. Hell, she had even skipped Jeopardy to ensure that she would be able to do something. And that was big. Even Virginia's roommate had a comment on it: "Well, it looks like you're finally ready to hang with the big dogs." Virginia's roommate annoyed the hell out of her, so she responded with a wish that Miranda, the roommate, would catch herpes.

Oh, I'm late, I'm late, I'm late... Virginia Baker made a mad dash to the bathroom, quickly spritzing herself with perfume, and dabbing just a little more lipstain on. Eh, it's ok. Satisfied with look, Virginia sprinted back into her small kitchenette, pleading to whatever god was out there for the jello to be set. Throwing open the fridge, she cautiously poked one of the green ones. Firm. Without a second thought, she downed the jello in one gulp, quite happy with herself for making such satisfying shots. They'll have to do. Running into her living room, Virginia grabbed her purse and the small cooler that a friend had let her borrow. She filled the cooler with ice, then carefully set the shots in.

Ready to leave, Virginia took a deep, calming breath, then walked out of her dorm to go catch a cab. She reckoned that with all the excitement she had, she'd end up skipping down the street, and her slightly easing hangover would not like that one bit. As a taxi pulled over, a very handsome man opened the door. "Let me get that for you, miss." His face was tanned and prematurely wrinkled, signs that he spent everyday out on the water. Probably some rich sailor from Cape Cod. Putting on a false Southern accent, Virginia smiled coyly. "Why thank you, sir. That's very sweet of you." Virginia daintily placed her bags in the taxi seat, looking up through big doe-eyes at the man. Virginia had to conceal her laughter as she could see his pulse quicken. "Not a problem, miss. Hey, cabby. Take this lady wherever she needs to go, and hurry." He handed over a fifty. Nice. "Oh, you don't need to do that, sir. But thank you so much." Hook, line, sinker. Virginia got in and shut the door on the blubbering man, who muttered something like a "your welcome".

Oh, did Virginia love to mess with men.

Throughout the ride, Virginia kept glancing at her watch impatiently. The cab couldn't arrive fast enough. Virginia nearly leaped out of the ugly yellow thing, almost forgetting her bags, but then rounding back to get them. Oh I'm such a spaz. Virginia let her eyes roam around the park, not stopping on the small families to people watch. That could be done later. As soon as she saw them, it couldn't be more obvious enough. The group she had met online last night was definitely an odd one, but Virginia figured that she'd have oodles of fun. All but skipping over, Virginia guessed who they all were. Hmm, that must Amy, Cody, London, Hector and Wally. Setting the cooler down, Virginia smiled and waved, trying not to look totally shy. "Hey. I'm Virginia, and I did bring jello shots like I promised." Yes, this was going to be fun.

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notes: sorry for the suckness of it D:
words:yer mom
outfit:www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=32720778 (is awful at polyvore)
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• rawr!itsdes of Caution 2.0
  
• Lyrics: Tonight, Tonight by Hot Chelle Rae

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[bethany0harris]

Beth yawned as she slowly woke up. She wasn't in the best shape, having stayed up to watch Disney's Alice In Wonderland on her laptop over and over and over and over again and again. March personally detested the Disney version because it made him look so cutesy, but she adored anything about the hare living in her head that didn't make her look too clinically insane. It was only after she'd watched the first few minutes again that she glanced at the clock and saw that it was 1:15 PM.

She kind of freaked.

Scrambling off of her bed, she tripped over Edwin's cage on the way to the closet to find again what she'd decided to wear before. Pulling on her tank top and shorts, followed by the shoes she was fully practiced for walking in when she wasn't groggy, and half-hopped to the bathroom. She glared briefly at March for snickering at her unskillful hopping and quickly applied concealer, eyeliner and mascara, a hint of red eyeshadow and a more natural lipstick. 1:30, she had time. She slipped on a pirate bunny necklace and grabbed the matching hat along with Edwin on the way out of the door.

March followed with more anticipation than she'd ever seen him possess. the Dormouse was going to be there, personified in a girl named London. London had figured out Beth's personification first, though it was obvious enough from her username alone. Beth was looking forward to meeting another awakened person, but she wasn't sure if she should tell London everything that March had done. It would be way too much for a first meeting to admit that March had murdered several people through Beth's body.

Of course, there were other reasons to be excited as well. There were two other girls besides London, one the amazing girl who'd organized this whole thing and was actually in her class, and two a girl named Virginia who she wasn't sure was a personified person but was at least very fun to talk to. In addition, there were three boys there, all of which had been flirting with all of the girls in the cbox when they'd had their sexy picture fest. One, Hector, seemed less forward and more "gentlemanly" than the others, but she knew from experience that those were the ones to watch out for. Cody, the obvious lover boy with an obvious crush on Amy (though it didn't keep him from the flirting game) and ridiculous abs. And then there was Wally, a boy that she had been almost convinced was the Mad Hatter. Of course, there was no way of being sure, but March's reaction when she was talking directly to him was much stronger than Amy or London, and since one of them was a character closely related to hers in the story, her best guess was that Wally was probably tied even closer to her. The only character closer to the March Hare than the Dormouse would be the Mad Hatter, whose personality was as delightfully mad as Wally seemed already through a simple internet chatroom.

So there were too many things for her to think about as reasons for her to be excited about today when just the prospect of a tea party in the park itself made her giddy. She walked to Gingey's quickly and popped in the back door to grab a container of samples she'd saved for today, consisting of the best cakes and cookies and small pastries that hadn't made it to a customer or even Cleo one day. Heading out before she could be spotted, she hopped on a bus and waited patiently as the people of New York on the bus stared at the small, fluffy bunny sitting in her lap.

Tapping her foot all the way through every stop, she finally raced off of the bus, settled her hat on her head and headed into Hyde Park with a grin of anticipation matching the wider and creepier version on March's face. He was visible to every awakened person at the moment and floated along sitting at his tea table.

Bethany found the group easily enough. It wasn't hard to find a group of five other eccentric people as you'd think in NYC, though the reason she found them easily enough was because of Wally's wardrobe. "Okay, that's just plain amazing," she commented after she'd approached the party. Putting the confections down, she glanced around until she found the girl in her class. "Amy, right?" she asked with a smile. "I brought some extra samples from Gingey's. They were going to throw them out just because they never made it to a customer, but I saved them since Gingey's is amazing and it's not a tea party without it." she informed her hostess, before turning and looking around to find London. "Hey, Dor. I hope you're glad to meet March," she introduced with a grin and a gesture to the hare. His table was now set on the ground and he stared at the Dormouse with his overlarge eyes and the wide grin spread again.

Beth looked around the party and decided that she was really the last to arrive because of her late night movie marathon. Oh, well. Now that she was here, the fun could begin!

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outfit PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
notes sorry, I know I'm awful for making you wait for the sexy party. x-x
Also, Edwin