1st Hop [orb]

[entirelybonkers]

[ Initially, there is nothing. You’re just going about your normal day, orb nice and silent, until-- ]

Good heavens!

[ There is a bright blue eyeball peering into it from the other end, expression, what can be seen of it, delighted. ]

How perfectly marvelous – how on earth does it truly work? Hello? Can you hear me in there?

[ She taps it and pulls back, her entire face coming into view. ]

Terribly curious indeed – how whimsically magical…

[ She straightens, and folds her arms, armor clanking. ]

For anyone that may or may not be inside of this magical device, I bid thee a fond greeting – I am Alice Kingsleigh, the White Queen’s Champion, at your service.

Now…please tell me there are no jabberwocks to be slain? The last one was quite rude.

Comments

this can only go horribly wrong

[entirelybonkers]

If you're certain - Pishsalver it is.

[ she clears her throat, and recites as precisely as the White Queen did. ]

A pinch of worm fat, the urine of a horsefly...

[ a shudder-- ]

buttered fingers, three coins from a dead man's pocket... Let's see - ah! Of course-- two teaspoons of wishful thinking...

And a glob of spit from the White Queen herself.

I think you mean horribly fantastic

[goldeneyeball]

_{[James eagerly scribbles down every...interesting...ingrediant. He's trying not to make a face.]}

Buttered fingers of what?

_{[Sure they didn't have a white queen but...they had some princesses. That was almost as good, right?]}

...something like that sure |D

[entirelybonkers]

[ she told him it was revolting. ]

I'm not honestly sure - they looked rather like they'd been dead for quite some time, but the Queen didn't explain.

[goldeneyeball]

_{[He's quiet for a moment, scribbling things down out of view of the orb.]}

So...any idea how to get wishful thinking into a measurable state?

[entirelybonkers]

[ Alice is seriously pondering this question. ]

Mirana did not say. I suspect that in order to achieve tangibility, perhaps...you could write down what it is that you wish for, then whip it up a bit, and simply use that?

[goldeneyeball]

_{[He has to give it to her. Alice is far more creative than JW ever was.]}

Makes sense to me. Is there anything else?

[entirelybonkers]

If you're going to make Pishsalver, you really ought to make the Upelkuchen to counter it.

[goldeneyeball]

_{[JW looks back over his notes and scratches the base of an antler with his pencil.]}

And what goes into that? This is all just the first part, right?

_{[He holds up his chicken scratch to the orb for Alice to see.]}

[entirelybonkers]

[ she peers. ]

You've got the right steps for Pishalver. That's the 'stew' I mentioned - Upelkuchen is the cake. Two different things. Would you like the recipe for that as well? I likely could assist in the production as well. After all, I know what it tastes and smells like.

[goldeneyeball]

Yeah...yeah, that'd be great, actually.

_{[James wasn't really one to accept help from others, but this girl seemed to know what she was talking about and he was getting really really tired of having to rebuild his house every time a potion went wrong.]}

[entirelybonkers]

There are a few things that are similar in each recipe - I suppose that in order to counter one another there must at least be some sort of similarity - perhaps to recognize each other in ones bodily system? [ considering they are, of course, for consumption. ]

Shall I write this down, and perhaps meet you someplace? I admit that one can use a bit of either in a pinch.

[goldeneyeball]

_{[He thinks it over before giving a little nod.]}

How's day after tomorrow?

[entirelybonkers]

[ She gives a decisive nod.]

I shall pencil you in!