The Mad Tea Party(All Countries welcome)

Well hello there. -waves-  I basically got bored one day and I was watching Tim Burtons Alice in Wonderland and suddenly this popped up in my head.  Getting to the point-
Plot:Go to sleep and dream a dream...welcome to Wonderland where anything is possible, emphasis on the 'Anything.'  Basically Alek has become a madman  in his own world, he becoming the mad hatter who is dreadfully bored because he has no one to have tea with. 
What a shame.
Come and have tea! Explore far lands and eat some cake while you're at it...


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In this upside down world, there was no mistaking that sly voice. Creeping through the grasses filled with flowers of all shapes and colors, was the Cheshire cat himself. He possessed the famous Cheshire smile as he seemed to dance as he crept closer towards the Russian. Oh, that Russian. They were both mad as a hatter, and yet, Alfred didn't seem to care. His mulberry ears twitched in curiosity as his yellow-green eyes fell upon the maddest man in all these lands. He seemed to snicker to himself, striped tail curling around his body.

From behind the mushroom the man rested on, the cat climbed his way up, appearing quite odd as he moved silently up the fungus. Once he was at the top of the mushroom, he dipped an arm lazily down the man's chest. The gesture appeared lazy at first, but the cat knew what he was doing. In fact, his touch had turned into a caress and he purred within his throat. "And just as I thought I'd never find someone to play with, you show up. Funny, isn't it?" He asked, moving so that his face was right beside the mad-man's. His tail swept up from behind the mushroom and ran along the man's right arm, caressing him just as the cat's hand had done.

Obviously, Alfred the Cheshire Cat had no sense of personal space.
But who did in this upside down world?

Vlad is a Knight of Hearts that will possibly go rouge.
No picture yet...but possibly next reply it will.

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The young Russian knight was standing perfectly still, his pale skin and white hair made it seem as if he was a statue with a red heart on it's chest and sword. His eyes had red irises that seemed to show no life, yet the slow movement of his chest from his breathing showed otherwise. He suddenly moved quickly into the forest, as he saw what could be intruders...or worse...His sword was on his back as he ran through the forest, yet he was ready to fight with his fist if it came to it. He stopped to scan his surroundings, making sure he wasn't too far from his post, but far enough to search a bit.

"Who's there?" He yelled, looking around as he prepared his sword to attack if needed. He knew really nothing out of his post at the castle since his head captain believes he'll be injured due to his lack of real training in fighting as a knight, yet more of a ruffian with a blade.

"Well, well, well.... what 'ave we 'ere?"

A strange clinking noise came from the bushes, following by a series of faint, odd ticking.

A tall, slim female strode lazily out of the bushes and stepped gracefully over the mushrooms. It would have come as quite a shock to many, but this was Rori Kirkland, a little-known Celtic nomad-town, and daughter of Ireland.

A shoulderless red-and-black corset was tied snuggly around her perfect, slim firgure in a way that may provoke even the most innocent eye to falter. Chains and spiked links were slung from various areas of the corset such as from shoulder to hip and what not, giving it a gothic, metal-punk appearance.. A large golden pocket watch dangled from a golden chain on Rori's shoulder, but it was quite off... the clock had five hands; two were going backwards, one was spinning round and round the yellowed face, one was spinning the opposite direction, and the last was standing still.

A ragged black tailcoat was slung lazliy about the Celt's shoulders, clasped with nothing but a golden chain on her chest. The laced end of the corset ended at her mid-stomach, leaving a gap of clear skin visible before the spiked waistline of a black skirt began. The short skirt was just slightly rippled around the hem, and quite short. Three chains were slung at a downward arch at her hip, adding gleam to the surreal needlework. The short skirt topped ripped black leggings that came to about her knees, and fishnet stockings slithered down the remaining of her slim legs all the way down to spiked, high-heeled boots.

Several punk-like cuffs and leather snaps clinked together on the wrist as the celt rose her right hand and tipped her top hat in greeting. Her nails were long and painted black, and there were surreal celtic markings painted on her face.

"Don't mind if I join, do ya'? Of course you don't." The Celt twirled the single braid in her firey red hair around her fingers as she trod over and sat in one of the near-by seats, folding one knee over the other and leaning back lazily against the chair. Emerald green irises shifted over to the blond Canaidian girl. A crafty smirk played across the girl's painted, peirced lips.

"Mn... lost eh, pretty? 'Ow can you be lost when you're standing right 'ere?"

((Omg so many replies -dies of happiness-I knew this would get easily liked.
@Russia thats's actually going to be the theme for my Quinceniera and im in love with your character. -stares at her-♥_♥
@Kiyrin Yes you may have weapons...It is wonderland after all. -snickers-))

I freaking love this character.

I don't know what text to put on it...

Vlad glared at the man who he used to call brother, even if blood related he hated him for leaving him. He raised his fists up in a defensive position, as a way of pleading for life, knowing he would most likely be struck down. He kept his stance of legs spread two feet apart, knees buckled, arms crossed over head, and back bent forwards only a few inches. He was practically weak without his weapons, as if he was a baby deer with only a few seconds left before the arrow that will kill it makes contact with it.

"...Brother..." He spoke tried to speak strongly, yet it came out more as a squeak of fear.

((Alright then ^^))

The cat had been watching them all with curiosity, cackling to himself when Alice appeared. She looked lost and as if she were in a dream, as always. He wanted to play with her, like he always did. She seemed to hate when he teased her and made her think the opposite of what was right, and most definitely when he confused you. Upon hearing her forget her name, he suddenly pounced onto the table. When he landed, he sent tea-cups into the air and even caused the kettle to spill. Sugared goodies flew into the air and the cat could only stare in disbelief at the girl. "Why, Alice!" He cried in surprise, tail curling around himself for a moment before releasing and beginning to sway as he stood.

He seemed to dance across the table, beginning to skip soon after with a cackling laughter. "The Hatter is right. How can you forget your name? Your name is Alice, but then again, it's not. It could be - or should be. Maybe. Possibly." He tilted his head from side to side, flashing his Cheshire grin.

I believe I'll be making the Queen of Hearts, or King should I say, more three dimensional than just an arrogant push-over. Just...for entertainment factors, I suppose. -lol'd- And Al, you better thank me for joining this RP...But anyways, I apologize for the crappy response. I'm really tired as you can imagine..xD

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Within the throne room of the Red Palace, the reigning kingof Wonderland stood before a framed mirror, arms crossed over his chest with sceptor in hand. The looking glass allowed him to observe the arrival of an intriguing young girl, whom he was very familiar with, even if she did not know him, yet. A mischevious grin formed on his lips as he gazed onwards and spoke to no one in particular, befitting of a delusioned madman. Wonderland seemed to have that sort of affect on everyone he knew. "Well, well, well...if it isn't ol' Alice! Figures I'd see you again..." He placed his finger on the mirror where Alice's face was, allowing it to trail down the cold surface and fall to his side. "Come to ruin me just like you did Queenie?" He giggled at the affectionate nickname of the previous queen. Just as the Cheshire Cat and the Mad Hatter came into view, Gilbert turned on his heel, nearly displacing the crown on his head as the images within the mirror faded away. He had no patience to listen to the insane babblings of two derranged morons. They were nothing but a bunch of troublemakers to him anyway, regardless of how amusing their conversations could be.


He paced about, his footsteps echoing on the red and white tiled room. He still grinned with excitement while he tapped his chin in thought. "Oh my...Alice can't remember who she is...?" The male, too engrossed with his thoughts, accidentally bumped into his throne, this time successfully knocking his crown over onto the cushioned seat. He stared at the glistening object with a deep frown, processing his newfound information until finally picking it up in his unoccupied hand. Still, he stared at the crown, turning it over and over in his hand until an idea hit him. "That's it!" He threw the accessory back on his head, plopping down onto the throne. An earnest grin had morphed into a disturbingly malicious smirk. "If she doesn't remember who she is, I can make her believe whatever I want her to! It's brilliant. Damn, I'm a fucking genius!" He threw his hands up into the air, releasing the sceptor he held in his hand. It spun multiple times before clattering loudly to the floor, but Gilbert could barely sit still to even notice. He was close to laughing maniacally, but settled for hysterical giggling. "I'll have her take up a false identity...then she'll no longer be a threat to this kingdom's order...or lack thereof. Even better, she won't even be able to overthrow me! Now if I can only bring her here..."

He recalled a grunt somewhere standing guard close within the proximity of the palace. Regardless of his ranking within the military, Gilbert would use him all the same. He summoned a messenger bird to his side and hastily wrote a letter requesting - no - demanding that Alice be brought to the Red Palace immediately. No if's, and's, or but's about it. He sealed the letter and sent the messenger on its way, which disappeared in a flash in search of Vlad.

"Well..." The Celt explained to the Canadian. "You are at tha Hatter's Tea Party, of course. So now you know where you are, you cannot be lost! Ah, thank ye kindly, Alex dear" Rori gave a humerless giggle as the Hatter tied the bow to her hat, yet the Celt's smile quickly vanished into a look of utter shock.
"Why, Alice... you forgot who you are...? Why... she forgot 'er own NAME!" Rori shot up from her chair with a loud laugh and skipped toward both Alices. The Celt linked arms with both and began to skip around in circles, dancing in quite an off fashion while chanting in a high, laughing voice.


"She forgot 'er na-ame! She forgot 'her na-ame! She forgot 'er na-ame!"



"Kitty..kitty... kitty.... cat... Oh, how I wonder where you're at..."

A cheery voice mused delicately from between the neon trees and the mushroomheads. A large wolf-like creature poked it's large, grinning head out of the patch of folage and began to strut casually toward the table while it's long, cat-like tail swayed gracefully behind him.

The wolf's back easily reached a tall man's ribcage, and was clad in snow-white fur. It's black upper lip was curled up in a wide, maniac grin which exposed a jawfull of thin, needle-like fangs. A long, white scarf was draped loosely around the wolf's shaggy neck; it seemed quite familiar...

"Privet, comrades and leetle pests!" The beast cackled loudly to whomever was listening. Hey.. it was hard to miss such an odd creature to begin with.

But hang on; that voice... was all too familiar... but wait.. Ivan Braginski would never be so flamboyant around other people. That... and he wasn't exactly a wolf either. But this is Wonderland; the place where it's normal to be backwards and upside down.

The tall wolf strode over to Vladimir and greeted the boy by nuzzling his forehead against his cheek before strutting to Alek and repeating the gesture; he ignored all other humans.

"Privet, to you too, moi synovʹyas." Ivan cackled rose a paw in a rather human-like welcoming gesture, even though He was the one visiting the party. A large ear twitched at the sound of clattering teawear;

The Wolf turned his head toward the table where the Cheshire was dancing. If it were possible, that maniac grin grew only wider as a humerless snicker passed between bared teeth. The creature strutted toward the table where the Cheshire cat frolicked, and lowered his head and rested the chin of his grinning muzzle on the table and just stared at the feline through brilliant amethyst orbs.

"Still as short as ever, a'I see..." The wolf parted those fanged jaws in a short, demented giggle. "Oh, Cheshire... et has been too long, my old friend."

Ivan raised his head off the table and stepped up into a chair. He straight up in it in quite a human-like fashion and placed his front paws casually on the table.

(Dark!Alice.. just to let you know in case you didn't read my reply all the way through.. Rori linked arms with both you and Light!Alice and is not dancing around in circles... just say'en.. xD)

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Upon hearing the wolf's entrance, the Cheshire spun around and the biggest (and most definitely the most maniacal) smile crossed his lips. He skipped closer to where Ivan, the Cheshire wolf, was. He caused more vodka, tea, and other goods to spill as all the porcelain clattered annoyingly. He stopped just in front of the wolf and plopped down, striped tail curling around his form. His ears twitched and he purred, "Ivannn...too long, indeed." The Cheshire bent his form and nuzzled his head against one of the wolf's paws, purring within his throat before he heard Alice was leaving.

Well...that was just unacceptable.

"But it's your Birthday!" Cheshire suddenly cried, getting to his feet. He cackled with laughter, tilting his head. "Or, maybe not. But you were invited to the party! Because it is your very Unhappy Birthday!" The cat was clearly not making sense - and he wasn't supposed to be. He jumped from the table, following after Alice, but as he did so...his form was beginning to disappear. When he had vanished completely, his smile re-appeared in front of Alice, his face coming completely into view, his form following.

He was standing in front of her, blocking her path. His tail wrapped about her waist and he pulled her to him. "I insist you stay for the party. Or, maybe I don't. Possibly...quite possibly, I'd like your company."

((@ Gilbert: I love your entry ^^ Wasn't crappy at all Red King. :D))