[Center][h2][color=fdc68a]Alice The Trickster ~ Not in Kansas Anymore[/color][/h2]
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"Nail on the head." Alice responded to her newest acquaintance Jack Buckleton, noting how the man dismissed her teasing comment. He looked like a more difficult egg to crack, or maybe he was just a hardass? Regardless, this situation probably had him and everyone else on edge. Things were certainly not looking the brightest given that nobody had their phones: Though she did think to check for her own, but only found a butterfly knife instead. She began spinning it in her hand like it was a natural motion, using it to distract herself from the situation a little.

Now that the group was becoming more aware, things were getting a bit better when it came to brainstorming. The voice that caught her ear belonged to a man that looked like he was some sort of pirate, or maybe the eyepatch just made her default to pirate? She wasn't going to push that right now: She had bigger things to point out.

"Hon, hate to discard your theory, but I've never even touched alcohol." She pointed out, somewhat proud but she had considered trying alcohol during her vacation... She never went to any sort of bar, though. She was certain of it! Since she was travelling on her own, she really wasn't sure if there were beaches and lakes near her hotel, but getting here wasn't the result of her being wasted! She at least assumed she'd have more restraint than to get drunk enough to wander off.

"Don't got my phone, either. Or anything, for that matter." She added in, dully. Why did they get armor and swords? She wanted armor and swords! Yet all she got was a knife and a hat that made her feel kind of fuzzy in the head. Was that the sun causing that? She really wasn't sure what it was about, but she was getting a little agitated because of it. She kicked at the sand, falling into momentary silence as she had no solutions.

Suddenly, a tap on the shoulder made her turn and look at what the manservant guy was doing. He found... A sign. While it was better than nothing, she was really hoping for something better: But beggars couldn't be choosers. "Honor-Fire? That sounds like something out of Mulan." She commented, eyeing the sign for a moment. 

"Maybe it's the name of the lake. But usually signs have stuff like routes to picnic areas and campsites. Why doesn't this one have anything?" Out of curiosity, she approached the sign and peered at the opposite side, wondering if she could find any information.