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alice + sleeping notes

- exhausts herself easily as she goes on through the day, so by the time the sun sets she's barely coherent to the going ons around her and notably more mellow.

- usually lapses into sleep without any trouble but if she's struggling she'll make a cup of hot tea or warm milk. warm ink??

- if she stays up longer then she normally would she screws up her schedule completely and turns into a total zombie. it's hell to get her back on track.

- snores?? snores.

- a blanket hogger, her significant other would have to fight her for the covers.

- wakes up really early in the morning, just before dawn, and once she's up, she's up.

I. as expected of a cartoon, alice has a very expressive and flexible face and she's extremely dramatic in most given situations. she lives for theatrics, and can put on a very sickeningly and somewhat cliche show of prowess, misery, etc, should she feel like it.

— little quirks; almost always bites her lip and makes faces when lost in thought, prone to talking to herself either aloud or in whispers, might make hand gestures whenever she does talk (especially if it's something she's rather passionate about), puffs up her cheeks whenever annoyed or fuming, she falters and stumbles over her words only when interrupted, cupping her cheek in her paw when being sarcastic or covering her mouth when shocked, blinking rapidly when failing to understand something, rubbing her temples when stressed before then dragging the paw over the rest of her skull as if she can "sweep it under the rug" (bonus; alice often forgets she has horns and sort of jumps when her paws connect with them)

i. she's acting out for attention. nearly everything she does— every spiteful comment, every time she pushes a button, every inexcusable action— is all to get someone to notice her. this desperation for attention derives from her life in the studio— her toys had flopped, she often felt out of focus both onshow (which, initially, she didn't mind since bendy was the star) and off, believing that the team wasn't interested in her own lack of progress as long as bendy was going somewhere; basically, she felt ignored and unappreciated. yes, she knows that there are other ways to get what she's wanting but alice has always had a knack for theatrics.

rough flood / famine plot

- stage one: weather changes, sanctuary getting a lot of snow to the point pathways need to be made.

- stage two: snow melts abruptly, results in flooding. sanctuary bared into their tree. during this time, they are approached by the gaia / the spirits and called out on how they have failed to keep up with their traditions / their promise, warns them what is to come and etc.

thread ideas / smaller plots: mutiny, arguments abt the gaia / the spirits, etc, just everyone being tense since they're trapped in the tree for a few days.

- stage three: flood ceases and the sanctuary learns that their harvest / a good portion of their food storages have been lost to the flooding. temporarily groups up with colouredclan, who was also devastated by the floods, and live off of each other's resources /braves the winter together.

thread ideas / smaller plots: hunting patrols outside of meadows, fights over food, sickness/weakness from lack thereof, some sanctuarians might be focusing on little ceremonies to honor / please the spirits again. also since they're pretty much dependant on each other rn, it probably wouldn't be weird to see either group in the other's side of the meadow.

final stage: ??

oh!! that sounds like a really interesting plot checkers :0 esp since they had been helping / strengthening each other for months but then the whole border dilemmas could like,, bring a lot of tension w it like little border wars / skirmishes or smthn phantasmagoria; what?? is ur opinion on this?

a return to activity thread?? i need to update / revamp his tags but,,, yeah.

okay so i'm gonna just. throw alice into amalfi heights. her & apple are going to be super casual though in comparison to chica and sonic bc hmmmm my son.

harold they're lesbians

exactly that

this icon is entirely self indulgent and not an official faceclaim for chica or anything lmao the colors just pop and i love it

she knows anger well, perhaps too well. for so often it is intertwined with own body, deadly, deadly. for so often she is left white-knuckled, fists knotting and fury mushrooming, mushrooming the longer she stands unsoothed, unsaved. in lapse of unfamiliarity it is the only surety to lye in wait, the only thing chicago can truly count on. they are but two lovers forged of all things bitter and poison, and her dance with wrath is intimate and sinful under the eye of creeping public. it comes fast. it comes loud, explosive, and she is but a wildfire with rage backing her up, a blizzard howl infesting the very marrow of bones. it comes to her when everything goes to shit, it comes to her so she feels empowered, towering over the meek, the meager.

but now? now she knows not what she feels, cruel and heavy and hurting, hurting. a poison maybe, thick on tongue but anger? anger hardly suits the sensation spilling into and twisting her guts. fury is noisy, ruthless, in her eyes. and this is quiet, quiet, a fiercesomeness that has never before taken riot. yet that is what's happening now as long stiff legged strides carry her into heart of tree, hallowed little wood village usually so safe and secure but not in this very instant.

no, how can it be? a darkness is brewing, a tragedy, a horror unwinding and chicagocrimes finds self plunging in head first as she cocks open the door to own lair, allows krieger to pass through first before daring to follow in pursuit, closing it shut with shaky paws. she pauses, takes a soft breath, thinks on herself, on breakout, on scaramouche.

she hasn't looked at him once since she first dragged him away, off the border, and pushed him, forced him to walk. chica hasn't even spoken to him, could not bring self to as smoke and steam cleared and any drawls, any attempts at conversation had been snipped at, cut away with her own sharp voice, threatening demands. now though, as ruby red eats away at the sweet lavender of her eyes, she stabs them his way in an accusatory glare and she twists around boldly, practically spits her words out at him. "explain yerself." and chicagocrimes finds that the longer she stares at him, the more familiar that feeling becomes, and the faster she recognizes it, a wound reopened oh too soon across own glacier heart; betrayal. she trusted him, she trusted him— "now."— and this is what became of it.