A bit of a rise and fall, but I made it out. All the better, don't you think?

But as a Spartan once showed me, and a rather accomplished pie maker demonstrated, time for bigger and better things. I'll be out of this place, and remember its positive effects. It's pointless to start on with all this sentimental drivel.

Never retreat, Never surrender. And when I am in the thick of a fight, I'll remember ol' Sweeney and smile.

After all, I am Alice. More than anything.

You know, I can't say I ever wanted to be a red head in any particular way, but now that I am one, it isn't so bad. I really REALLY miss my weapons though. I wonder who has them?

And the eyes. I do LOVE the eyes. I've never been a permanent demon before.

In any case, I trust we're not losing sight of the more important things, like those aliens falling from the sky. Let's not lose sight of the important things, after all!

Helena? are you quite all right?

So...this is the outside of our prison. This is the land we have been fought to protect.

It's utterly devoid of life, and lacks the hustle and bustle of most of our worlds. There are no streets, no circus, no children laughing, just nothingness. The bleakness of the outside sends true shivers down my spine.

I think it matches what we've gone through in here, don't you think? I rather like it. Now I feel like I need to be around it a little longer before the Warden's warning finally comes into fruition. When that happens, I'll be ready. I'll be who I was.

And I'll give a smile for Cheshire Puss, wherever he is.

Cat. I can no longer feel you.

Very well.

I will get back to Wonderland. I only wish we had more time to be idle.

So it finally strikes, and we're finally forgetting this infighting nonsense. About bloody time.

Alliance. If you requite my help, I am at your disposal.

So now we've overstepped boundaries and people are getting arrested and oh, my word, Alliance, you've made quite a mess of things haven't you? People getting angry left and right, and now there are more people against you than for you! How did it happen? Whose to blame? Does any of it bloody matter? All very good questions!

Of course, avoiding the potential waste of a post this could be, perhaps WE need to change the scenario: the Alliance, as it were, should now submit to a trial of its own, versus the inhabitants of Econtra. More chaos, you say? Well, not much to do about that is there? Chaos is here, its practically invited isn't it? So now the Alliance and its supposed good name is dragged through the muck. The widely held belief is that the Alliance has made itself the law enforcers of Econtra. Truthfully, I considered joining myself, but can't say I'm much for this moral compass and nonsense. Really, let's not lie. We're all people, open to the mistakes and toils and dangers as anyone else unless we're super humans/animals/assorted creatures, yes? So this new series of stuff is simply covering a bigger picture: we do not feel safe, and it is the Alliance who is to answer for it.

Your move, Alliance. Econtra is waiting.

Lingerie? How droll! Interesting to see that you all are keeping busy with certain archaic festivities from my world! Still, let's not lose focus, all right?

I do believe I shall wear it at a time befitting.

Pharaun. How are you fairing?

WELL! It seems we've outdone ourselves Econtra! Now we have a little bit of chaos, what with missing folk, mistletoe and discontented people! Its about time we decided to get interesting! Still, kindly direct your attention to the floating orbs above us, won't you? After all, we have them to thank for it, you know!

( Screened//unhackable, seen only by those in the  )

Another friend, come and gone. A pang this time, I can't say it isn't. Samus, after all, was the first friend I ever made here. I hadn't gotten to speak to her in awhile, but she wasn't far from thoughts. I simply thought she was busy with her own affairs.

So goes another round of disappearances, so come more sadness and all that. Still, being a bit sad isn't going to aid me in the slightest bit, is it? Its another day here, in this place, wondering if the enemy may strike me down in my sleep. Perhaps its the grown Wonderland paranoia in me, but I don't think crying about friends will make the hovering alien creatures above us any more sympathetic. I understand you need your bit of woe, just remember it won't be doing us, or you really, a lick of good.

So let's shake this bit off a bit and get back to being practical. Any takers for a good deal of dueling in the morning? I don't want to be out of practice.

So this is what we've been reduced to, has it?

I can only imagine what the Spartan would think of this turn of events. A king would find a place like this ill equipped to face any kind of attack, let alone one that seemed to cost people their lives. Even now the being of this place watch, hang over us in a threatening way, and yet we do nothing. I've never seen such a lax place. Has fear gotten the best, then? Have we become complacent enough to want forget the angry blood that bubbles for being brought here? Perhaps your worlds have taught you to roll over, play dead in the face of scrutiny at your living situations? Cold comfort, no change?

Sorry. Not my way.

My world is bleak on those who suffer mentally, emotionally. It is a cold, quite, desperate place, and the masses are left to die in the street. Much of that has brought about my hatred of that place, and thus created the new incarnation of the place that became my Wonderland. That story goes deeper, but is unnecessary to tell now. Here however, the sleeping masses reign supreme yet again. We've grown lazy Econtra, but that's not the worse of it, no. The worse of it is the truth: we are sloppy.

Think of it: what concerns Econtra these days? It isn't escape, not for the majority. You know who you all are. No, its things, isn't it, and items and relationships. You prize these more than escape it seems, or at the very least escape is an afterthought. So if that's the case, fighting ought to dictate your actions, yes? We've got no cuffs, and therefore at least are able to train, to attempt battle now, much like the Tweedles over their disagreement in the old days. But you aren't doing that either, are you? You speak instead of marriages, and feasts and holiday. You have no rattle to fight for. How sad.

What good are those things after what you've seen, and I assume you're not trying to unsee them (I hope)? The enemy came into your camp, didn't they? The enemy took your life in a manner, and made us all know that they are not only still here, they are watching. Our fail safe has been the Warden, and he is gone. The enemy is about, and has made no contact. There is unrest, but not as much as should be, if you think about it. Does fear not strike your hearts then? Is Econtra just a bad dream, one you hope will go away?

If that is what you think, I can tell you that you are wrong. I have lived my life in bad dreams, there and here, and I can tell you this is not a place I've woken up in yet. I say to you then, Econtra, that you are sleeping, having an endless dream that isn't real, and there you can be with your sweethearts, have your bit of food and drink, and sleep soundly perhaps. I won't say it of all the compound, of course: there are some who have fighting in their head and escaping on their minds. I say to you then: you are commendable, however few. We will make something change, and whether it be quickly or slowly, that may depend on the circumstances.

But as for the rest of you, I ask, as you sup this Thursday, to remember where you are. I ask you to steel yourself to the changes that must take place, however uncomfortable they make you. This compound is not meant for comfort, for lament or for a lover's paradise. It is a place of fighting, and the fight, more often than not, will descend on us. You were not ready then, and so it swooped on us. We live now, and that may be a message. Let's makes the most of it.

I'll be in the lot, practicing.

My favourite holiday. I had hoped it would be celebrated under better circumstances, but I should say these are favourable enough. I have a feeling from here on in, things will get much more interesting.

I look forward to much chaos, and calamity. And I intend to put these weapons to good use.

Make no mistake about that.

Well that was certainly a memorable trip. I am still here. Didn't I...die? I remember it so: I felt the blood rushing, and I smelled my own burning flesh. This isn't exactly what I thought death equated to. I am here still, and I am surer I did not imagine the man who asked me to speak his name, Pharaun...what was all of this?

And my wrist feels...wait.

Is it possible?

Oh, it is. It is indeed. And if that be the case, its time to roll call the rest of them.

Cards.

Croquet Mallet.

Jackbomb.

Jacks.

Demon Dice.

Jabberwock's Eyestaff.

THE BLUNDERBUSS.

...





AT LAST! MY ARM IS COMPLETE AGAIN!

( Caught by the urge, Alice starts to sing )

Hmm. That was a most peculiar trip.

I wonder if this has played out its usefulness. I can see no other reason to use this item except to invite others to look at your misfortune and sympathise. Well, I've never needed such assurance, not for a long time. In any case, I feel its pertinent to my own personal growth to write about what I discover, and what feelings they can bring. To that end, this has its own necessity.

I am starting to understand grief now. At first, it only seemed like a faraway emotion, one that only surfaced when I though of my parents.Now when I think of the word I can only think of that little girl who was our roommate and of Leonaidas. I could understand them leaving, this thing sends them away all the time. What is bothersome is knowing they have no other way to live now, and may now be nothing but memories. In that way, I think, I should carry them farther along, hoping they are remembered.

Pain. I know the physical of that, and certainly the mental. Yet something happened last week which I am remiss to talk openly about that brought the emotional in. It isn't a very big thing that I am alone: I had even suspected for a time that I would always be alone. Yet I was overwhelmed when someone showed me affection, one similar to that of the King's but different. I have forgotten how some people look, when they have a yearning for another and they want so badly to have that yearning answered. It is pretty to look at, and even I would wish for something like that for myself if I didn't know better. Because. after all, I am still HERE, in this place, when they can be taken away and I'd be left alone.

But alone seems my station, so it would be illogical to fill my head with strange fancies that are not going to come true. I have a job to do, and I have to be so much stronger next time.

The nights have suddenly brought about a new meaning, one bittersweet. Only a few week ago, I was with a man among men, and now that he is gone, I know he is truly GONE in the same sense. But I have had little time for grieving, what with truth serums and things going all around. So I have kept myself indoors to avoid the hullabaloo. I have little need to lie, though I am certainly capable of doing it. Still, it is only a matter of time before Econtra comes up with another little game.

So I say, why not be prepared?

I am training, far harder than I have for anything before. I am remembering the old feelings: the separation of head to neck, the muffled scream as I freeze my opponent to death, the explosion of the blunderbuss at my fingertips.

It was fun indulging, but the King of Spartans reminded me of one very important thing: my purpose is to fight and kill these things before it kills me. That's all I need to know. If I happen to make acquaintances here, all the better to strengthen my resolve. I will not stop being Alice any more than the Indegio can stop being a machine.

Time to get back to basics.

Yes, I have not seen him any longer, and I know in my stomach that he has left this place. If he were only returning to his wife, I would him well, and a fruitful life. However, I have talked to him at length on the events of his world, and I know his fate. My King is no more, a figurehead in the histories now, a man who triumphed over many for a long time until he was betrayed. Fie to the man who has cowardice in his heart, and step away from my path! I'll not suffer another coward in my midst, not again. But for now, I will recover.

( Private//Hackable )
It is time I spoke with Mr. Sweeney Todd. I have not taken care of my loose ends with Ms. Lovett. I must honour her wishes.

Mr. Todd. I will be having a girl I knew from my previous dorm setting rooming with me again to replace the absence. Please, if you come across her, do well to introduce yourself a bit. You needn't engage in much discussion: I know your forte isn't small talk.

Meilin, likewise, do introduce yourself to Mr Todd!

The room feels very lonely now, I think. The lack of presence by Ms. Lovett makes it so. I'm not one to waste words, but she was a good friend, wonderful and dedicated to her causes. I will do my best to ensure that those causes are met. She wished to protect certain people in this place, and I will continue that goal, pure and simple. Still, I do wish the room didn't feel so empty. I suppose I owe it to not being used to feeling so overwhelmed, so melancholy.

King Leonaidas. We have not spoken in awhile. I wish to see you, if that is all right. Have you been changed in anyway, I wonder?

And you Samus. We have not spoken in awhile. I've very much missed your company.

Well. This is new.

In any case, certain affairs must be taken into order. I suppose there is little to no one who is an ally of mine here: I suppose I'll have to fix that. It would be foolish to wander about such a place with no sort of background information. Still, my arts should not fail me here, even with his precaution on my wrist. So I cannot inflict physical damage? That is hardly a consequence. The best kind of torture, after all, is mental.

Though what of Kingdom Hearts, I wonder? I can feel the hearts of some of those miserable fools here: if they have come to this world, I am sure I can get proper information concerning the Castle Oblivion and what became of it. Hollow Bastion is a lost cause, that much is certain: I have no need for a place which such a fool name like "Radiant garden."

Econtra. You have many secrets I want to discover.

[[OOC: So yeah. Alice is now Sleeping Beauty//Kingdom Hearts Malificent.]]

Again with the holidays concerning parents. You really are an emotional bunch, aren't you? A day set aside for one parents, and then the other? Who needs a day? You ought to be grateful all year or not at all. It would certainly eliminate the bothersome "Happy ____ day" you people seem so fond of reiterating constantly.

The potion came and went, and I have to admit, taking advantage of its effects were amusing. I had my fun, others, of course, chose to either fight it (puritan poppycock) or go forthright with it in a completely lewd fashion (desires of the flesh). It all seems like such an interesting look at the psyche, you know. What will you do when Econtra takes you by surprise yet again, I wonder? Being dictated by your emotions: what a depressing thing.

Rock. I am glad you are doing better. As I have said to you previously, do not disdain your desire, nor judge yourself harshly for it. You are a sweet boy, but you will do damage to yourself being self deprecating. Realize that this, as many other things, are simply a bit involving you growing up. You cannot fight your hormones, but you can have peace with them.

Leonaidas, man of men. I am not quite through with you yet, King of Sparta. There will be much we will talk about, but you needn't fret. I've no desire to brand you to me, nor hook this so-called "ball and chain" round your neck. However, a palaver between you and myself will be necessary soon.

And to my wonder bunch of malcontents from London: Ms. Lovett, Lucy, Sweeney Todd, Johanna. How do you fair?