[Center][h2][color=fdc68a]Alice The Trickster ~ Repressing Her Concerns[/color][/h2]
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Alice squinted her eyes at the man, suspicious of the lack of pinching going on. As he refused, she tilted her head slightly to the left with disappointment. Oh, well. If she wasn't having any fun then this probably wasn't a dream anyways. She hadn't really noticed her attire as it didn't feel much different to her usual circus outfits, though the cloak sure did seem... Odd. Looking at it almost gave her a sense of security, and she had no idea why. Why was she worrying about that when she could be getting pissed off about this guy's shitty manservant behavior, though? Two stars! Two!

Well, two stars was what she was thinking. When he offered her a hand, she took it with a smile and stood up, patting most of the sand off of her. Okay, maybe he wasn't so bad. Two stars wasn't a good choice. Maybe three and a half? Four? Eh, to hell with it. She'd figure it all out later. While pondering these thoughts, she took note of the hat that was laying a short distance away that almost looked like the so-called 'Magic Hat' she wore during her routines. The color was dull and matched her cloak instead of being a rigid black, but hell, it looked nice. She picked it up and swatted the sand off of it before placing it on her head.

"Much appreciated, 'hon." She offered as a thank-you, taking note of his words with a nod. Poor man was shaken; Though she wasn't much better. What the hell happened? She decided that she'd question the most suspicious person she could see, and maybe find answers that way. Or at least someone who knew how to get sand out of [b]terrible places.[/b]

The manservant walked towards the group of waking folk, but Alice picked out one man in particular; He was walking this way, and she decided his name as of now was Jack Buckleton, because goddamn did he have a lot of belts. Little, pointless ones around his legs, and two across the waist. Was this guy making a horrible fashion statement? She wasn't sure, but with what she was wearing she couldn't judge.

Just kidding, of course she could. He looked hysterical. 

"I'm guessing we're about to ask each-other what the hell is going on." She said, a small smirk crossing her face. "Is that about right, Buckle-Boy?" She teased, finding amusement in the moment. The humor was really good for repressing the [b]**god forsaken panic**[/b] that she could feel swelling up inside. Eventually that was going to pop, and she was probably going to cry. A lot.