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[How are you doing, Wonderland? Good? Okay-ish? Wonderful! The would-be duplicate Alice is currently pacing about her room which is a nervous tick she developed long, long ago. She likes a confide space, ironically, so a room of her own is fantastic. And spacious compared to her last. That is, if anyone can ignore the fact that she's actually not the most tidy person around.

Alice has done away with her previous blood-stained (or soaked, rather) blue pinafore dress, her trademark appearance. All that's left for her is a very Victorian nightgown, that seems almost scandalous to be in without any sort of robe, but Alice can only do with what she's has for now. Sadly, it's been something more than she's had in years, too.

She tends to be very restless when worked up and stressed. It's not even the walkers from beforehand, it's much more simpler than that.]

I very much would like if I had something other than what I have to barter with those vendors outside of the mansion. I was considerably lucky to convince at least one woman to give me what I have now.

Why would they require a currency- no, this is the land of nonsense and the inconsistent. I shouldn't ask such things. Perhaps if it's not too bold to ask... may I have assistance finding better garments?

[Alice pretty much plops her dress out of her hands, grateful that the blood is dried.]

After that I am not sure what else to do.

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You could try your closet?

[This is about the only advice he has to offer in terms of clothes, though he sounds uncertain in suggesting it. Maybe she already tried and it didn't work? Or maybe she just doesn't know about them yet...]

They're kind of magic, I guess. As in, they give you whatever you're thinking of if you step in.

What nonsense, but this should be unsurprising. It's always been utter nonsense.

[She says this more to herself, however-]

What on earth... are you? If you were more plated, you could pass for a turtle.

Yeah, tell me about it, I--

[Even if it was more to himself, he can't help but agree, though when she seems startled by his appearance, he cuts himself off and just. Sort of stares for a second. A turtle? He's not sure if he should be insulted or not.]

Uh. Well, I'm definitely not a turtle. I'm human, just...heavily armoured.

But what on earth for? Surely you don't sleep and eat in it?

[Alice can't help it, curiosity is killing her and all sorts of thoughts are circulating through her head. So many questions!]

Are you some sort of knight?

No, of course I don't. That would be really uncomfortable.

[Actuallyyyy... He has eaten in it. Once. But he doesn't feel like he needs to mention that. And he's only slept in the armor on long missions, but. That doesn't seem important, either.

The questioning is fairly standard though, since he gets it from just about everyone. It's something he's working on getting used to, but not something he holds against her, or anything.]

I'm not really a knight, but I guess the job is kind of similar? I'm a soldier.

[She's possibly getting too excited that he's answering her questions so casually. Alice immediately lights up, looking at him intently.]

Then that must mean you have a face, yes?

Yeah, of course. I said I'm human, and that usually implies that I've got a face. It's just covered by my helmet.

[He taps the side of said helmet with his finger, finding that this is probably the strangest question he's gotten about his armour so far. Even weirder than being asked if he was a robot. But how excited she's getting is pretty flattering, in a way.]

[The strange has always caught Alice's attention. Matter of fact, it's a good thing he's not in person, Alice would be following him around much like the white rabbit.]

Why can't I see your face?

Well-- Like I said, it's just covered.

[That's when he's reminded of what Katniss had told him, that he should let people see his face because it's hard to trust a helmet. It's that thought and this girl's curiosity that has him using his free hand to carefully tug his helmet off, revealing his pale complexion, sharp features, blue-grey eyes, and brown hair.]

The visor just prevents people from getting a look inside. [He points to the gold sheen of glass on the helmet before setting it aside.] No one can see in, but I can see out of it.

[He can walk around suited for Alice cares, it's fascinating. And yes, he still reminds her of a turtle.

This clearly pleases Alice. Some things really do never change in the span of eleven years.]

Why is that? Are you hiding from others? Are you in some sort of trouble?

[He will never understand why the armor makes her think of a turtle. It doesn't look remotely turtle-like! In his opinion, anyway.]

No. I mean, not really. It's just kind of handy that way, I guess. [He frowns slightly, considering it.] It seems pretty practical in the middle of war. Protects your face.

[Don't question her logic.]

That must be some sort of war in which you need to protect your face in such a way.

[But strange logic always demands questioning.]

Yeah, it's...pretty intense. It also allows me to breathe while we're out in space. The helmet, I mean. [Like he'd be referring to anything else.]

[Uh oh.]

Space...? What sort of space?

Space. Like, space space.

[Insert vague hand gestures that spread his arms wide as though to show the vastness of space. Though all it really achieves is making the video shaky and unfocused.]

You know, out there, beyond the sky?

What's beyond the sky? I... I've haven't seen anything like that before.

You've never even heard about it?

[He knows most people here have never seen it, but the fact that someone's never even heard of space...]

Well, it's...the universe. I'm not even sure how to explain it, I mean...there's so much to it. But beyond the sky there are stars, and all sorts of other planets, and... Well, a lot of space between them all. Hence calling it space, I guess.

Stars?

[For a moment, her eyes grow wide as she tries to picture a very vast night sky, like the ones she saw as a child in Oxford.]

A night sky? Are there a lot of stars?

Oh yeah, tons of stars. More than you can count. Maybe even an infinite number, no one's really sure.

[He shrugs, but he's smiling a little now; it's always fun to tell people about space, their reactions are always so interesting and varied, and...well, he's always really liked the stars.]

It's pretty amazing, honestly.

Have you ever taken a photograph of it?

[Oh, no, Alice wants to see.]

Oh. Uhm. Somewhere along the line, I think I did. But I don't have it here with me.

[An apologetic looks crosses his face, but a moment later, his expression lights back up.]

I've heard the library has all kinds of books from other worlds, though! There might be some in there with pictures of space. Or at least ones that explain it all in better detail than I could ever manage.

A library in Wonderland.

[She sounds amused by the idea, but hey, it's something to do and Alice is always eager.]

Why, thank you, sir.

Oh, uh... You're welcome?

[A little befuddled by her answer, his head tilts just slightly to one side.]

Why is that funny, exactly?

Nothing at all. It just seems it's strange that a library exists here.

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