[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#80dfff]Sherlock Holmes[/color][/h1][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/ceb9ea5642f21f8ca6a6f2c2b178b2c9/tumblr_inline_nstyziJ8Hm1tp4f1t_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]The Morgue ---> Madam Fae's Bar & Diner[/center][hr][hr]Sherlock had found her way into Mystvale proper, hardly noticing the strange looks she always attracted. She looked like she belonged in a Space Western film, rather than the drizzling Washington streets. The mundanes always gave the feminine seeming man a quizzical expression, while her fellow refugees seemed to default to a state of either cheerfulness or rage. Sherlock's nature was almost paradoxical: endearing to some, outrageous to others. None of the decent restaurants, in her opinion, had opened yet. It was far too early. With a bit of a sigh, Sherlock resigned herself to having to fetch sustenance at Madam Fae's Bar & Diner. 

It seemed that this would require...[i]talking[/i]...to people. Frowning a bit, Sherlock motioned for Watson to follow (no one was around) and entered the eatery. Her lips curled slightly, taking in all of the inhabitants. Her mind began its usual train of deductions, thoughts and observations appearing around each individual in a haze. [color=80dfff]"It's the Cataclysm,"[/color] Sherlock said curtly, interjecting herself into the conversation. She took a seat almost mechanically at the counter, strumming her fingers, twitching with the need for something about seven percent stronger than a mere cup of tea. 

[color=80dfff]"I deduce that it was either Dorothy or Alice this time,"[/color] Sherlock mused. [color=80dfff]"Same as all the rests. Nothing different. I'll take coffee. Black, two sugars."[/color]

She smiled thinly, perhaps a bit more than pleased to have received the opportunity to show off. And while Sherlock could tell that the Godmother was hardly in the best of moods, she didn't see anything wrong with her behavior. Everyone else in the town was a moron, someone who would need things explained slowly to them. For example, how Sherlock was positive either Alice or Dorothy had gone missing that night. How Sherlock was positive it was the same cause of old. And, of course, how she knew that nothing had changed that time. 

But if there was one day Sherlock waited for with baited breath, it was the day that the imbeciles would give her something [i]interesting[/i] to solve, or even better, actually realize that she wasn't a man at all. No one in Mystvale had the faintest idea, a joke that brought amusement to her even then, the corners of her mouth twitching with amusement. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#0099cc]Harlianne Hook[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/9b9268c27494e285345729a557922855/tumblr_inline_ndn8dod9cD1qm0wjz.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]The Hatter's Bookshop[/center][hr][hr]Harlianne glanced up from perhaps her fourth bottle of rum, and slowly listened to what the Hatter had to say. At his suggestion to sober up, she replied merely by tipping her head back, allowing more of the sweet, delicious nectar that was rum to pour down into her mouth! She licked her lips slightly, setting the bottle down. The room was spinning slightly, and for a moment, she could've sworn there were two Hatters in front of her. 

[color=0099cc]"I wore me tea hook,"[/color] Harlianne offered. [color=0099cc]"'S polite as I get, Hatter."[/color] As if to accent her point, she belched, reaching for another bottle of rum, only for her hook to fall short. Remembering that the Hatter had said something about a mug, Harlianne stumbled to her feet, entirely and utterly drunk.

It wasn't the first time she'd showed up to the Hatter's to drink, however. 

[color=0099cc]"And I am as sober as ye can be,"[/color] Harlianne protested, demonstrating her ability to walk in a straight line by walking diagonally across the shop, stumbling and crashing into things as she went. Using her hook and the table for balance, Harlianne managed to straighten up. Surprisingly enough, while drunk, she would've walked fine on a ship. It was stable, dry land that tended to throw her off. 

The state of emergency caused her to raise a slight eyebrow. As far as she was concerned, such things should only be called if crocodiles had begun to invade the town. Anything else was a non issue. [color=0099cc]"What's got their bloody knickers all twisted up this time, aye?"[/color] Harlianne asked, leaning against a wall now. The bookshop continued to spin, and for a brief moment, she wondered if this was what it was like in Wonderland all of the time. [color=0099cc]"Yer rum is in the bag, Hatter."[/color]
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#9999ff]Aravis Tarkheena[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8mk77mtWv1rqwz71o1_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Lucy's Apartment[/center][hr][hr]Aravis grinned in relief, seeing Lucy entirely unscathed. With the disappearances going on, she wouldn't have been surprised if her friend had decided to do something foolish, and then vanish alongside Dorothy. Phone call or not, a determined Lucy was a dangerous Lucy. Having lost far too much in her life, Aravis couldn't bear the idea of parting with her dear friend as well. Not that she was one to express these feelings, of course. Her pride interfered with it, preventing her from voicing her true feelings, that perhaps she loved Lucy as more than just a friend. 

[color=9999ff]"Perhaps the tax collector,"[/color] Aravis mused, a smile on her lips. [color=9999ff]"I insist that you come and stay with me, until we've figured out how to stop these disappearances, Lu. Two swordswoman is better than one."[/color] She bent down slightly, petting yet another one of Lucy's many cats, when she heard the firm rapping on the door -- and the more than evident accent. 

Eyeing the cat, Aravis chuckled slightly. Lucy may as well have been running a cat hotel, with all of the felines running around the place, getting into paints and creating their own works of art. The scrapes caught her attention as well, and for a moment, she couldn't help but worry that Hansel had been attacked as well, similar to Dorothy. [color=9999ff]"Did you try flirting again, Hansel?"[/color] Aravis asked coyly, her voice tinged with amusement. 

She glanced at the ruby red slippers on the table, sighing slightly. Another person in Mystvale had vanished, stolen away by some demonic pest. Praying to Aslan each morning hadn't helped anything, and for a few weeks, Aravis nearly gave up on trying it. Merlin had told them all that magic wouldn't work in this world. Aslan wouldn't be able to hear them. 

[color=9999ff]"Have the mundane police begun their investigation?"[/color] Aravis asked, helping Lucy set up the tea things. The girl was so dreadfully British, and her tastes had largely become adopted by those in Narnia, and in Archenland. It was a drastic difference to the spices and oil of her home country, causing some to label her cooking as [i]exotic.[/i] That was, of course, when she decided to cook. She usually ate with Lucy.