We're all mad here.

I am quite sure that academia these days does little to prepare the mind for the madness of the world.

It is a fortunate thing that I am around to remind you all.

So long as your teacher continues providing cream~


[ooc: Cheshire Cat is the class pet for Sebastian's classroom. He disappears and reappears and grins at students because I'm sure THAT helps you study.]

They say that the clothes can make the man, in some circles. Of course, others say that it's manners that do that, but there's not an amusing metaphor for our current situation in that one.

In any case, it's good to see that some of you are making the night in whatever way you can.

Well, that was fun.

I suppose it's back to your complaining, cries for attention, and all-around sad quest for the purpose of life, Desai. So sorry.

How many of you had happy little "accidents" you can cry foul on this time?

My God, kidnappings and human delicacies seem be on the menu today, with extra helpings of guilt and offers from strangers for what I'm very sure are poisoned cookies.

It's something of a sin that all of you refer to ME as strange and then carry on in this manner.

I'll just say you're all doing Wonderland proud~ I daresay I've begun anticipating the duchess making a surprise visit from around nigh every corner thanks to you lot.

I'll admit she's preferable to the Queen, but hardly a picnic these days.

All this madness and still no Alice. I'm becoming quite cross.

What convenient memory loss some of you seem to be experiencing. It's almost as if there's some measure of denial among you.

But I'm sure you're all still quite sane. It's not as if there was confusion about how old you were and what--

Oh, right.

My mistake then.

And I've been given criticism for not trusting botanical counterparts.

Perhaps now all of you will think twice before speaking to the flowers, should you ever visit Wonderland.

And by the way, are we certain we were truly saved just a while ago? Purple air has never bode well with me, but what would I know? I'm mad~






How is a raven like a writing desk?

Really, for all your "triumphs" as bipedal species capable of wielding tools, it's a wonder any of you managed to ever survive predators.

This is what happens when you keep insisting that you're not mad. Alice has been having some of the same problems.

Stay out of trouble, and you might stay alive.

Love letters not required as payment for my humble advice.

Now that we've finished all of these insightful personal revelations, I'd like to make a request.

After careful observation it's come to my undying attention that many of you might be twisting your own personal Wonderlands beyond recognition due to your...insincerity and lack of a sense of personal best interest. While we're all mad, there's no call to take it out on your headmates.

Just goes to show that not all mental patients wear strait jackets and sit in rooms with spying doctors these days~

My request is this: if you've problems navigating your own paths, ask. Chances are you have all but forgotten your traveling companions, and as such you should brace yourself for the appropriate reprimendations, but that doesn't mean they've up and left yet. Your peace is our peace, after all~

Still quite mad, Alice. We're all waiting.

So many people here. Vacationing from their troubles, their worries...

One can't vacation from responsibility.

Alice. I've come to take you home. Be a good girl and tell Cheshire Cat where you're hiding, hmm~?

We're still mad. You won't get away from that.


[ooc: Just a note~ If you're from Poly, it would be right about now that you'd remove dear Cat, as he's now playing games elsewhere!]

Aaaaaliiiiiice~

Have a complaint or suggestion with my portrayal of the Cheshire Cat? Or would you like the grinning feline's attention for something?

Do stay for tea~

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