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entrancelogs2009-03-24 07:41 pm
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Who: Arland ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
madeinoblivion and The Dormouse dreamsoftreacle
Where A tearoom
When: Treacle Tuesday! Around 4pm
Rating: G
Summary: Arland has some questions for the residents about those heartless from the mirrors. Fortunately, he knows just where to find one of them.
the Story:
This much was routine:
Every Tuesday since Mid-October, around a quarter to four, Arland would look at the time, realize it was nearing tea, and begrudgingly stop whatever business he was in the middle of. There would be some pre-prepared confection in the kitchens, kept in one of the fridges with a two-inch tall warning sign, DO NOT EAT OR ELSE. It could be a pastry or a pudding, a gazpacho or a scone, but it would contain some overdose of sickeningly sweet treacley flavoring.
The boy would fill a thimble with cream and take that along too, balanced precariously on the edge of a small dessert plate.
And then came the tricker bit, the avoiding-Palette bit, while making his way back upstairs. Around this time she'd be roaming the hallways to kidnap her own tea guests, and so far he'd had a few narrowly close calls, but a perfect track record in evading her on Tuesdays. He'd find the right room, set the treats down, loiter around a couple of minutes in the hallway to tell any passerby the room was off limits, and to keep shushed so the dormouse could have his undisturbed nap afterwards.
It was a pretty dull ritual, but Arland kept his promises. Today however, something new.
After setting down the dessert plate, piled with a small, carefully balanced pyramid of treacly chocolate ganache truffles rolled in nuts, coconut flake and graham cracker, he took a seat at the opposite end of the table, settled his chin on his arms...
And waited.
madeinoblivion and The Dormouse dreamsoftreacle Where A tearoom
When: Treacle Tuesday! Around 4pm
Rating: G
Summary: Arland has some questions for the residents about those heartless from the mirrors. Fortunately, he knows just where to find one of them.
the Story:
This much was routine:
Every Tuesday since Mid-October, around a quarter to four, Arland would look at the time, realize it was nearing tea, and begrudgingly stop whatever business he was in the middle of. There would be some pre-prepared confection in the kitchens, kept in one of the fridges with a two-inch tall warning sign, DO NOT EAT OR ELSE. It could be a pastry or a pudding, a gazpacho or a scone, but it would contain some overdose of sickeningly sweet treacley flavoring.
The boy would fill a thimble with cream and take that along too, balanced precariously on the edge of a small dessert plate.
And then came the tricker bit, the avoiding-Palette bit, while making his way back upstairs. Around this time she'd be roaming the hallways to kidnap her own tea guests, and so far he'd had a few narrowly close calls, but a perfect track record in evading her on Tuesdays. He'd find the right room, set the treats down, loiter around a couple of minutes in the hallway to tell any passerby the room was off limits, and to keep shushed so the dormouse could have his undisturbed nap afterwards.
It was a pretty dull ritual, but Arland kept his promises. Today however, something new.
After setting down the dessert plate, piled with a small, carefully balanced pyramid of treacly chocolate ganache truffles rolled in nuts, coconut flake and graham cracker, he took a seat at the opposite end of the table, settled his chin on his arms...
And waited.
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He plopped down before his tasty treacle treats and his thimble of cream, and only then did he register that Arland was there at all. he stared up at the boy for a moment, and then nibbled one of the truffles.
" Your cooking's improved..." the dormouse said. Then he yawned. If not for their treacle-pact, the dormouse would not be awake at such an hour.
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Also, while he was occupied eating, it was a little more likely the dormouse would be about to stay awake.
Arland's mouth twitched into a bashful smirk at the compliment, but he shrugged it off in an overly-casual show of humility.
"Well...Kairi helped me out a little, this time." He conceded, before diving straight into his point, folding his hands atop the tablecloth. "I'm here because I've got to ask you about something. Its kind of important."
He eyed the dormouse keenly. "Whenever you're not here, you're over there, right? Do you know who sent the heartless over here? Was it the queen? Or was it Maleficent's mirror. Or is the door to the heart of this world hidden inside one of them?"
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" You talk far too much," the dormouse sighed. " ...It must come with being so tall. You have more room for excessive words in you."
He gave the tiniest of yawns, and wobbled a bit, " Maybe if you spent less time asking things, you would be able to find your answers..."
The truffles really were rather good though, so instead of napping right there, he continued his delicious snack. Besides, he was quite sure his Treacle Boy would be a bit frustrated by his reply.
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Folding his arms, his eyes darted this way and that, noting the mirrors in the room, realizing it wasn't exactly quite so private here. Nonetheless, he leaned in a little closer, dropped his voice to a thin, harsh whisper.
"Well I can't very well go over there again to find out, and not make a mess for everyone here, now can I?"
Really, these residents beat around the bush annoyingly when it came to saying things directly. The Hatter said they already have all the answers, they just didn't know them. Arland wasn't sure he believed that.
"Look, its really important." He appealed one last time, stretching back in his chair. All the soreness from the stress of the weekend decided to wait until today to surface fully. "If those heartless come back, more of them, then lots of people could be in big trouble."