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  • QUALITY TIME [o, AN OUTING W/ THE KIDS]

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    Alice, of course, had been reading. Despite the turn in the weather, she was determined to still get some fresh air as she read - it made the experience all the more enjoyable. The cub had a lilac scarf wrapped around her neck, though the size of it draped over her shoulders too, keeping her nice and warm as she was out and about. Well, mostly warm, but she couldn't find anything else that fit her to cover her entire body. She had just been on her way back to the cabin, having finished her latest book - a nice and thick one, with German phrases tossed about - a proud accomplishment. Her ears pricked as she caught the voice of her father on the wind, and a mention of her name. She picked up the pace, trotting over to Vader, book in maw. She set it down, on second thought, worried he'd throw this one too. "Yes?" she responded curiously.

    tags: updated 21/2

  • she knows no limits | open, picnic

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    Alice couldn't say she'd met Sephora before, but the deer-like creature seemed very sweet and friendly. The child had already relaxed as she followed her father to the group - and when she realised it was a picnic, a grin broke across her face. How lovely! Food, and... well, there was food, and Sephora appeared as good-natured and quiet, so the cub was drawn to the scene. "Come on, Dad," she encouraged her father, lying down against him.

    tags: updated 21/2

  • through the door, up the stairs | open, french-ing

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    Alice loved to read. It was undeniable. She could always be found with her nose in a book, much preferring the escapes they offered to an actual social life. It was a contributing factor to the girl's startling intelligence and fluency in English at such a young age. In this particular story, however, she had come across a foreign language. French, it mentioned - but how to pronounce each word and what they meant, she hadn't a clue. So she guessed. "Bonjour" was a greeting of sorts, in response to, one could say hello. "Je m'appelle" had to be "my name is", or else the less formal "I am". She tried the strange words, though they didn't seem to roll off of her tongue like she imagined they would. "Bon-jowr. Bone-joor. Bon-johr - no, no," she mumbled, studying the words through narrowed eyes.

    tags: updated 21/2

  • i'm not the only one | p, mercy

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    Alice gave the pup an encouraging smile. "Yeah, teach, so you'll know what it says." That answered the initial question. She raised the book to emphasise her point. Her eyes lit up at the word 'friend'. She, herself, had never officially had a friend. "Friends," she murmured, and then nodded firmly. Yes. Friends. She returned her focus to the teaching part. Gosh, where to begin? Letters seemed good. Recognising them and saying them, and the sounds they made. Unfortunately the font of the book was quite small, but there was a large A on the front cover. Alice pointed to it with a paw. "A," she stated, and then, "Ah. A says ah."

    tags: updated 21/2

  • maybe i don't want heaven && open, joining

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    The girl at the border did not look too good. Her posture alone was flashing warning signs, and Alice would approach tentatively, eyeing the stranger somewhat warily and sympathetically, innocent brown optics taking in each detail. Her nose twitched at the foreign scent, unable to identify it. The cub wandered closer, making her presence known. "Hey, are you okay?" she called softly.

    tags: updated 21/2

  • through the door, up the stairs | open, french-ing

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    The cub flinched as the Emperor arrived out of seemingly nowhere. She narrowed her eyes at his tone of voice, leaning away uncomfortably. "Yeah," she mumbled, almost daring him to say more. Got a problem with that? She did note the correct pronunciation with interest, however, almost completely disregarding his second question. She didn't think Vader showed much interest at all in books, after the book-tossing incident which she refused to forget. Not that she would take the panther's word for it, either. He creeped her out. "You ask a lot of questions."


    "Bomb?" she questioned, turning her gaze in the Maine Coon's direction, wary of eye contact. She hadn't met the feline before. Hercules. It was a unique name. "I'm Alice."


    The girl eyed the next arrival. There sure were a lot of people around today. She had planned to be reading in peace. Maybe it was the Emperor attracting all the attention. "Oh, well, I was just - it's just part of the book. I don't know much about French. D... do you?" If knowledge was power, Alice wanted to rule the world. An opportunity to learn was an opportunity she would take.


    "I suppose it is quite nice. Bonjour." She felt a little stupid then, as she responded to Sephora. But the language was smooth and flowing, even in one word.

    tags: updated 21/2

  • QUALITY TIME [o, AN OUTING W/ THE KIDS]

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    Alice shrugged at the question. She hadn't seen Naomi in a while, though maybe that was because she was always out reading. Perhaps her sister was inside. "I haven't seen her," she murmured. She listened in to his next few words, brimming with pride, allowing a wide grin to cross her face. Excellent example? How happy the praise made her feel. "Who's your friend?" she queried curiously, avoiding her brothers' gazes. Either she would receive a glare, or appear as boasting, and likely both. She focused on slowly drifting the book across the ground using her telekinesis. She was getting better. She focused hard until it was safely inside the cabin, and then glanced back up at Vader cheerfully. "I think I have everything," she answered, adjusting her scarf, which in this case was everything. She didn't want to risk losing a book. "How far is it?"

    tags: updated 21/2

  • maybe i don't want heaven && open, joining

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    Alice observed the girl pitifully, offering her a welcoming smile. She had a pretty name, though her condition could have been prettier. The cub could sense the fear coming off of Maria in waves, though wasn't sure how to react. "I'm Alice, uhm, Amidala-Skywalker." She didn't usually introduce herself using her full name, though the other two had. "Of course you can stay!" she echoed John, constantly startled by how upset the femme appeared. "Do you want a medic?"

    tags: updated 21/2

  • BRAVO MONSIEUR SUCH SPIRITED WORDS ▽ MEETING

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    A not-so-wild Alice appeared! And sat down next to her parents, adding to the collective awesomeness.

    tags: updated 21/2

  • oceans rise, empires fall | open

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    "Maybe you should try reading them," Alicd remarked, summoned by her favourite word. There was no scary Vader on the scene just yet, but Roman would get the next best thing - his definitely not-so-scary daughter. The cub smirked at her clever comment, though watched her paws intently, worried now that she had just embarrassed herself.

    tags: updated 21/2

  • spoon, moon, boom! | OPEN + MEET AND GREET

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    Somebody seemed to be in a good mood. Alice quirked a fictional eyebrow at his announcement as the "dudette" appraoched curiously. What colourful vocabulary Sylvester used. "I'm Alice. I adore books." Not as enthusiastic as the initial introduction, but similar enough for her. And he either loved or hated Jonathan. It was difficult for her to tell, unsure of what he was implying with "bomb".

    tags: updated 21/2

  • through the door, up the stairs | open, french-ing

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    The cub turned to Alexander next, nodding at the slang. She'd been wondering about that. She'd overheard it being used in various conversations before. Bomb. Good. Great. Awesome. "You speak French?" she asked the canine, curious. "Can you... say something? In French, I mean." Obviously. She wanted to hear a bit more of it.


    Another dog appeared, and the cub turned again. French was popular, it seemed. Pronounce a basic word wrong and you had a never-ending flow of people. It overwhelmed the shy cub ever so slightly, yet she was determined not to let it show. "Oh, like I said, it's just in this book. I don't speak French, or want to." No! She'd phrased that wrong. "No - I mean - I want to -but not all the time." Alice chewed her lip and fell silent. She hoped the dog would understand.


    "Pedophile?" she would echo Victorianpup quietly, unsure of the word. She hadn't come across it before; not that she remembered. She felt bad then, as Atticus scolded her adopted sister. "Uhm, nevermind."

    tags: updated 21/2

  • oceans rise, empires fall | open

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    Alice raised an eyebrow at his reasoning. Had he ever even read a book? He couldn't have. Not with that mindset. "That's no excuse. Once you get into it, you see your own pictures. The best thing is, nobody else sees it how you do. That's what I love about books." At least, a contributing factor. There were many reasons. "I'm Alice. Amidala-Skywalker." Gosh, her surname was awkwardly long. Though it could be worse.


    She nodded in agreement with Alexander, her respect for the canine heightening. There was someone who knew what he was talking about. She frowned at Peggy's remark. "You should try it. Without pictures. You might like it."

    tags: updated 21/2

  • it's too cold. (OPEN, JOINING)

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    For a moment, Alice was convinced Henry had gon insane. He seemed anxious about a pile of snow - offering even to warm it up and carry it to camp. The child sent a worried glance in his direction, unsure of whether to appoach and voice her concerns or just back away slowly. And it was just then she noticed he was speaking to a someone - momentarily relieved for his sake, the cub panicked and rushed over. It was a little kitten, collapsed in the snow. For a split second, she thought it was dead, until it gave a huff. "Oh!" was all Alice could say, and frantically unwrapped her scarf to offer to the kitten. It was freezing for everyone, but she was convinced the other child was on the point of death and shivered, trying to ignore the biting cold.

    tags: updated 21/2

  • she knows no limits | open, picnic

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    Alice grinned, lighting up at Vader's reply. She stood up with him, settling again closer to the blanket. She was content to observe and listen in to the others, though tempted to jump in. She made a grab for the nearest food to her, which happened to be a berry of some sort. She'd never tried berries. At least, not this kind. Popping it into her mouth, she raised fictional eyebrows as the juices seeped from the fruit. Certainly unique, though not something she'd eat every day. She preferred meat. Having noticed Poppykit on her own, she beckoned the child over. "Poppy, come over here!"

    tags: updated 21/2

  • QUALITY TIME [o, AN OUTING W/ THE KIDS]

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    She had to admit, Alice was surprised - and slightly disappointed - that her father hadn't noticed her powers. She couldn't really blame him - she didn't often use them, and practised in private. "Mob showed me how. I've been practising a lot." And she had improved greatly - she could control it now, even if not well. Her biggest problem was that it took up all of her concentration. She nodded at his next answer, and bit her lip. She hoped the trip wasn't too long - she was eager to meet Vader's 'friend', despite how she would react around new people. "Okay," she said quietly, prepared to leave. Probably.

    tags: updated 21/2

  • THE DRY OF THE DESERT [p, Alice]

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    Alice clung to her father's back silently, small claws digging into his cloak as she balanced herself. She couldn't see much but sand, never-ending sand. It was a nice change from the miserable weather back in camp, however, and she let the heat warm her fur without complaint.


    The cub eyed the building warily, a fictional eyebrow raising. Did anyone live here? They'd have to be crazy. What did they eat? "Are we here?" the child asked, confused and tired. She noted the headstones with a frown, mind spinning. Were they dead?

    tags: updated 21/2

  • i love the way it's mysterious | p, mob

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    Alice nodded in agreement, ears pricked and eyes shining with interest. "Okay," she said. A psychic barrier sounded intriguing, though difficult. And of course, the child had questions. "How does it work? What does it do?" She had more, but wanted answers first. And a visual example. That would be pleasing.

    tags: updated 21/2

  • BRAVO MONSIEUR SUCH SPIRITED WORDS ▽ MEETING

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    The child would nod enthusiastically, quite chuffed with her shout-out. It wasn't much, but an accomplishment nonetheless. Keep it up, she noted. "Thank you," Alice would murmur gratefully.

    tags: updated 21/2

  • The world is grey // STORM PHASE TWO // the mountain's cold

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    //ooh this bab's gonna get sick soon evil laugh


    Alice was huddled in a mess of blankets and scarves by a window of the cabin, shivering to herself. It was freezing. She had never felt so cold in her entire short life, and it was miserable. She hated being cold. Her paws felt numb and throat hoarse. She listened to the hail pelting the roof, ears flattened back against her skull. Hail was okay - in the thick of winter. But it was March, and these hailstones were the size of her head, some of them. The child was convinced at any moment the roof would shatter and cave in from the impact, and huddled further into the layers of blankets, shaking from a combination of fear and cold. She sniffled, gazing out the window for any stragglers caught in the storm, but the glass was clouded and a thick fog was set on the camp. The weather was absolutely ridiculous, and she wondered what had brought it on. Global warming? She'd seen that mentioned in a book, before - it was a huge problem at the moment, apparently, that caused shifts in the climate and weather. But it had sounded like a gradual process; this had been so sudden. She sniffled again, her nose dripping though thankfully not completely frozen. She flinched as a large white ball hurled past the window, crashing to the snow-covered ground, and caught a glimpse of a figure outside. Who was that? She couldn't tell, but nobody should be out in such conditions. It was a genuine risk now; she was positive a hit to the back of the head with any such hailstone could be fatal. This was dangerous, and terrifying, and so, so cold.

    tags: updated 21/2