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Third verse, much like the first: "Half a Dozen Teatimes" - Alice/Hatter, Ensemble - PG13 [Mar. 15th, 2010|10:01 pm]
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Title: Half a Dozen Teatimes
Fandom: Alice in Wonderland (Tim Burton)
Pairing: Alice/Hatter
Rating: PG-13 (for references back to previous naughtiness)
Notes: This piece is a follow-up to Six Impossible Things and Practice Makes Perfect. Enough of you were musing about family reactions that I couldn't resist. Also, this installment gave me the excuse to invent my own answer to "Why is a raven like a writing-desk?" (although I suppose it's not mine anymore; I've given it away.)
Summary: Teatimes lead to weddings, and weddings are not so very unlike teatimes.


"Tarrant," says Alice, pronouncing each syllable carefully, as she's all too aware of her mother's bewildered scrutiny, "this is my aunt, Imogene. Aunt Imogene, this is my—" Hatter, she wants to say, because that was true before anything else had been, in the beginning "—um, fiancé. Tarrant Hightopp. He's a hatter. Er. A very good one."

"Don't you think this is all a bit sudden?" her mother whispers behind her hand.

Oblivious, Tarrant reaches across the table and gallantly takes hold of Imogene's regally proffered fingertips. "Dear lady," he says, leaning to press a light kiss to Imogene's knuckles, "I am quite simply honored to meet any such excellent relations belonging to our dear Alice. Shall I sugar your tea? Butter your bread?"

Alice lowers her eyes to her hands, which are clasped together white-knuckled in her lap. That ought to have been her mother's job as hostess, but there was no keeping Tarrant from performing the tasks at which he was best.

"No," she whispers back, fiercely. "It's just that you had no idea I had met him."

"In your travels, I suppose," mutters her mother, lowering her hand and returning Tarrant's radiant smile. She passes him the sugar bowl and the butter one after another. "So kind of you, Tarrant," she says. "Tell me, did you meet in Hong Kong?"

"Gracious, no," Tarrant says, busy dropping lumps of sugar into Imogene's tea. "I have only just now met your charming sister. But if you happened to mean Alice, then yes: I did once meet h—" Tarrant pauses, as if he has to think very carefully about the pronoun "—er in Hong Kong. After a fashion. We were merely passing through." He shoots Alice a guilty glance, too brief to be caught by either of the older women.

Alice gives him a minute, reassuring nod, taking a hasty bite of unbuttered bread.

"How completely romantic," sighs Imogene, fanning herself. "Perchance you will have met my fiancé somewhere in your wanderings. He's a prince, you know—but, alas, we cannot marry. His family would never—"

"Aunt Imogene," murmurs Alice, softly, reaching across the table to take her hand. "I'm sure there are any number of single gentlemen in London who would love to make your acquaintance if they were only given the chance. You ought to ask—"

Tarrant's eyes turn fiery. "There are plenty of eligible gentlemen in Under—"

"Tarrant!" Alice almost shouts, reaching across her lap to catch Tarrant's hand with her free one. His fingers remain unresponsive until she laces them with her own.

"Sorry," he mumbles, shaking himself. "I'm—well. What I meant was, of course, where I'm from. And that, dear lady, is ever so far from here. It's hardly a trip one can make of an afternoon, although I should love to take you one day. Have you ever traveled by hat? We would have to shrink you, of course."

Aunt Imogene beams at Alice. "Such a lovely man you've found!"

"The scones ought to be done," says Alice's mother. "Alice, dear, will you help me?"

"Yes," Alice says, releasing both their hands. "Of course."

"What on earth," says her mother, as soon as they're alone inside, "was that?"

"What was what?" asks Alice, innocently, already pulling on a pair of oven mitts.

"His voice," replies her mother, clearly alarmed. It...changed. He sounds—"

"Yes, Mother," Alice sighs, scone tray in hand, having practiced this moment in her head at least a dozen times. "He's Scottish. Hadn't you noticed the hair? As for the accent, he's got it mostly under control, as he's lived in London and elsewhere for such a very long time, but sometimes he just...slips," she finishes weakly.

"There's no accounting for taste," her mother sighs, smiling fondly. "But then, he's given to flights of fancy, just like your father. Come, dear: I'll hold the door."

They return to the conservatory just in time to hear Tarrant ask—

"I have been trying to discover the answer to this confounded riddle since time out of mind, so perchance you shall be able to enlighten me, since you seem most wise. Have you any clue at all why a raven is like a writing desk?"

Without skipping a beat, Imogene answers, "Why, it must be because each one holds its fair share of writing-quills, although neither one is capable of using them!"

Tarrant blinks once at Imogene and once at Alice before breaking into a delighted grin.

"Alice, I do believe you come by it honestly," he says, and begins to laugh.

"Come by what?" asks her mother, mystified. By now, Imogene is laughing, too.

"Nothing, Mother," replies Alice, and joins them.


"I must say," Chessur purrs, "that this comes as something of a surprise. Hardly an unwelcome one, however. Let's see the ring, then, shall we?"

Tarrant leaves off fiddling with his teacup and draws Alice's right hand out from where she's kept it impatiently hidden under the table. In Underland, the custom is this: right hand, thirdmost finger. Up above, the custom calls for left hand, fourthmost finger—or secondmost, as Outlanders would call it. Finding a ring that would fit both Alice's right-middle and left-ring (as Alice herself referred them, in her endearingly backward fashion) had been maddeningly difficult. The pale blue rose-cut sapphire winked under Chessur's nose, and the tiny diamonds studding it at compass-points glittered like tea trays. Stars, Alice would say. Unbeknownst to the others, he strokes her palm.

Alice shivers ever so slightly. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"Very fine," agrees McTwisp, edging under Chessur's nose with his monocle in order to study the gemstones. Chessur sneezes, vanishing all but his head. "Very fine indeed. Was it chosen to match your hat, or was your hat made to match it?"

Alice rakishly tips the brim of her crowning glory. "Guess!"

"You first, Chess," Tarrant urges. It's best to let the quickest wit have the first crack.

"I abstain," says Chessur, primly. "McTwisp, my dear?"

"I suppose the ring came first," says the rabbit, fixing Tarrant with a knowing look over the rim of his monocle. "Your flair for impromptu additions is legendary."

"Well spotted," Alice says, wriggling her hand in Tarrant's grasp. "If you don't mind, I'll be needing this back. I can't very well hold both bread and cup with only my left!"

"Perhaps you're not trying hard enough," Chessur suggests with a grin wickeder than usual. "Your feats of balancing here at this very table, Alice, are also legendary."

McTwisp tucks his monocle away and swats at Chessur's tail, which is visible once more. Such odd, infuriating creatures, Cheshire-cats, even by Tarrant's standards. Although he shall be eternally grateful for their evaporating skills...

Alice clears her throat when the realization hits. She's not terribly swift on the up-take at times, and anyone worth their saucer knows that Chess is an incorrigible voyeur.

"Let her alone, you old rascal," McTwisp scolds. "That's hardly polite. We ought to be congratulating them. Felicitations, Alice and Tarrant! Many happy returns."

"I am what I am," replies Chess, with a feline shrug. "There's nothing for it."

Tarrant busies himself with a knife, his cheeks burning, and reaches for Alice's bread.


"Tarrant," says Margaret, warmly, extending both hands. "My mother has told me ever so much about you! As has my dear old aunt. I think she's smitten."

"The pleasure is mine," Tarrant says, casting Alice a doubtful sidelong glance. "Likewise, your sister has told me all sorts of fascinating things about you. Such as your fine taste in hats—" Tarrant attempts to bite his tongue, fails "—and in men."

"Where is Lowell?" asks Alice, innocently. As Tarrant bends to kiss Margaret's hands, Margaret fixes Alice with the strangest look she's been given since breakfast.

"Out shooting," Margaret says, sounding disappointed. "He finds teatime quite dull."

Tarrant straightens up, indignant. "Madam, I must humbly disagree. It's anything but."

"At least when you're around, if what I've heard is true," Margaret replies, leading them onto the verandah. "Would you care for some Earl Grey? Or perhaps first-flush Darjeeling? It's very fine this time of year. Lowell ordered it for me."

"What about the tea I brought you from Hong Kong?" Alice asks, taking a seat beside Margaret. "Have you tried it? It's quite rare. Lowell wouldn't know where to find it."

"I wish you wouldn't be so hard on him," her sister sighs. "Yes, Alice, I've tried it, but the orange peel doesn't agree with me. I have to pick it out before brewing."

"That completely defeats the purpose," Alice sulks, slumping back in her chair.

"There, there," Tarrant says, reaching across the table to pat Alice's hand. "That simply means more for us—that is, if you don't mind," he adds, offering Margaret his most disarming smile. "Come now, let's show off your ring."

"I've seen it already," Alice mutters, about to fold her arms crossly, but Tarrant and Margaret have already got hold of her left hand, which is where the ring resides (somewhat loosely) for the time being. It longs to return to her right.

"How lovely!" exclaims Margaret. "It may need sizing down, though."

"It's fine," Alice insists, softening under Tarrant's imploring gaze. "And, yes, lovely."

"Tarrant, you're quite talented," Margaret says. "Will Alice have a hat to match?"

"Uncanny," Alice murmurs, but she can't keep from returning Tarrant's grin for long.


"I c-c-can't believe it!" Mallymkun wails from inside the teapot. "I simply can't!"

"There now, Mally," says Tarrant, gently coaxing, peering down the spout. "Alice has brought you some tea from very far away indeed. And, if I may say so, it's marvelous. See? Now we're on adjectives starting with M."

There's a sudden scraping sound, followed by the slightest tip of Mallymkun's sword abruptly protruding from the spout's opening. Tarrant wheels back in his chair, almost tipping it over. Alice steadies him with a ringed right hand on his elbow.

"Such a cruel trick," Thackery mutters into his teacup, "breakin' th'wee lass's heart."

"It's not a trick," says Alice, almost timidly, and Tarrant finds her tone even more alarming than Mallymkun's behavior. "Mally, please come out," she begs, taking hold of the teapot. She cradles it to her chest much as Tarrant remembers having done when a tiny, half-naked Alice had been inside it. "I haven't seen you in so long, and the tea is ever so good. My sister didn't like it. Your taste is far better than hers."

"I'm not hungry!" shouts Mallymkun, her voice echoing off the porcelain. "Or thirsty!"

"Ye could've at least warned her," says Thackery, gruffly. "Milk."

"Well, I—" Tarrant swallows, finding himself for once, utterly and indubitably, lost for words. If Cheshire-cats are infuriating creatures, then Dormice are most perplexing ones. He silently appeals to Alice, ignoring Thackery's glare.

"Mally," she says, lifting the lid of the teapot (at her enchanting eyes' peril, very likely). "Surely you'd caught wind of this from Chessur. He can't keep his mouth shut."

"I th-th-thought he was lying! Besides, he's m-m-madder than we are."

"Doubtful," says Tarrant, pensively. He squeezes his eyes shut and covers his mouth.

The sound of Alice's careful voice brings him back. "Mally, we've both missed you so, and it will absolutely break my heart if you won't consent to be my maid of honor."

There's a faint scurrying up the side of the pot. "Wh-what's that?"

"It means you'll get to wear your finest, sword and all. And carry flowers."

"No flowers," says Mallymkun, peevishly, but her nose appears over the rim.

"It's a deal," agrees Alice, solemnly. Slow on the up-take she may be, but her cajoling skills are exemplary. Tarrant claps his hands together in relief, and even Thackery seems less agitated. Cup-throwing would be the icing on the cake.

"All right," Mallymkun says, leaping up onto the table. "But I'm not letting either of you off the hook that easily. You've got a lot of explaining to do!"

Just as Tarrant opens his mouth, her sword plants itself squarely in his thumb.


"Congratulations are in order, Alice," says Hamish, stiffly. On his arm, his own recent bride—a peaky dark-haired thing from Yorkshire named Millicent—glances about as if she's afraid she'll catch something nasty if they remain too long.

"Thank you very much," Alice says with a smug curtsy. "The ceremony was quite perfect, wasn't it? Mother had wanted something more, I know, but—"

"Simple," offers Millicent, yawning demurely. "If you like that sort of thing."

"Very much so," Tarrant answers, reaching up to adjust the hat he'd created for her. It wasn't very flattering. "Simplicity of words often permits other more pressing complexities to shine. There you are! Do get some rest."

Aunt Imogene stepped up to Alice and put an arm through hers, beaming.

"Aren't these hats extraordinary?" Hers was lavender with trailing ribbons at the back and feathers at the front. Tarrant had embroidered her name just under the brim.

"Quite so," Hamish says, hastily clearing his throat. "If you don't mind, we ought—"

"Yes, of course," Alice says, waving them off. She pulls a face once they're gone.

"Alice, dear, that's highly unattractive," says Hamish's mother, appearing out of nowhere. "However, I wish you both nothing but the best. After all, your indecisiveness saved us a world of trouble."

Tarrant raises his eyebrows, and Imogene murmurs, "I'll explain it later, dear."

Alice tilts her head, smiling thinly. "And your tiresome obsession with digestion inspired me to see the world. Is your husband still here? I saw him during the ceremony, but I had very much hoped—"

"Alice!" exclaims Lord Ascot, appearing as if her very mentioning had summoned him. He bows, bends to kiss her cheek, and then takes her ringed left hand and joins it with Tarrant's right. "In your father's absence, I give you my blessing. You made a lovely bride in the end." He winks at her, and then smiles at Tarrant. "Mark my words, you've got your work cut out for you. Alice is nothing tame."

"That's perfectly fine," says Tarrant. "I've plenty of previous experience."

Lord Ascot turns back to Alice. "What's this I've heard about the two of you meeting in our travels? Surely you hadn't the time. It seems to me we kept you quite busy!"

"It's an impossible story," Alice replies. "I'll tell it to you sometime."


Mirana's tea table is impossibly long, which is what Tarrant loves most about it.

"Now, that wasn't so terrible," he asks, glancing upward, "was it?"

"I suppose not," says Mallymkun from her perch on the brim of his gaily refurbished hat. The other part of the bargain had been that she'd get to ride around on it all day. He'd heard her sniffling quietly throughout the ceremony, but when he'd removed his hat to cheering at the end of it, he'd caught her grinning up at Alice through her tears. "All of Underland's turned out. I can't see the end of the table from here!"

"Not nohow," agrees Tweedledee. "There's cousins of ours we ain't seen since never!"

"Contrariwise," explains Tweedledum, "we ain't ever seen them at all."

"That's what I said!"

"Is not!"

"Is so!"


The White Queen silences them all with a single tap of her wineglass. Alice seems more than pleased that there is, in fact, actual wine to be had this time: a rare red vintage all the way from Witzend. Her cheeks are flushed with it.

"A toast to the bride and groom!" she shouts, for once abandoning her deceptively demure demeanor. "To Alice and Tarrant! To our champion and her squire!"

The cry went up, so loud as to be deafening: "Calloo, callay!"

Alice joined Tarrant in applause only after she'd unplugged her ears. Somehow, Mallymkun had managed to fall from Tarrant's hat and into his half-full wineglass, but it looked as if she didn't mind in the least. She was busy finishing it.

"That's the Tarrant we all know and admire," Chessur grins, appearing out of nowhere. "The life of the party is restored. Kiss her once for me, hmmm?"

"I'll do you one better," says Alice, and kisses Tarrant soundly.

In spite of the renewed cheering, all that Tarrant can hear is Chessur's satisfied purr.

- Continue: Never Broken -

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From: askingxalice
2010-03-15 10:34 pm (UTC)
Oh, my GOD. I love your work! This is all just - so perfect!

Saved to memories, definitely!
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[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2010-03-16 09:45 am (UTC)
I'm honored to be in your memories list so many times in so short a space :) Thank you for following this; I think there's one more part to this particular little series before I start to try some one-offs.
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[User Picture]From: dj_rocca
2010-03-15 10:44 pm (UTC)
Perfect as always. I'm addicted to your stories!
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[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2010-03-16 09:46 am (UTC)
I'm addicted to writing them; there hasn't been more than, what, a day or so in between all of these? And perhaps look out for the fourth and final (she says, ha!) in this particular arc sometime tomorrow-ish :)
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[User Picture]From: solanyxe
2010-03-15 10:45 pm (UTC)
I didn't think one would solve the mystery of ravens and writing desks so soon and so convincingly.
You managed to keep everyone in character, and I love your Mallymkun.
Thank you for sharing!
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[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2010-03-16 09:47 am (UTC)
Actually, there have been a lot of answers invented for the riddle over time - if you run a web search, you can find various of them! Carroll intended for the riddle to have no answer, but then in a letter to readers he came up with an answer (that is, I admit, kind of awkward and lame-sounding). The best answer I've ever seen has been out in the aether for quite some time; nobody knows who came up with it:

"Because Poe wrote on both!"

Thank you for reading <3
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[User Picture]From: lady_theta
2010-03-15 10:49 pm (UTC)
There's nothing else I can say but "Calloo, callay!"
...I love the interaction between Tarrant and Imogene.
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[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2010-03-16 09:48 am (UTC)
Tarrant and Imogene getting on just seems like a no-brainer; they're both fairly insane, so of course they'd make sense to each other :) Thank you, my dear.
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From: maddylonglegs
2010-03-15 10:53 pm (UTC)
Perfect. I'm having trouble removing the Cheshire Cat grin from my face.
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[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2010-03-16 09:49 am (UTC)
I simply adore Stephen Fry voicing Chess; that was an excellent call on the casting director's part. Thank you very much!
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[User Picture]From: spaciireth
2010-03-15 11:09 pm (UTC)
I just caught up on all three of these; they are all wonderful but I think this is my favourite. I love that Aunt Imogene and Tarrant get along so well, that's adorable! I also love the conflicting traditions of the wedding rings. Really, all your reactions were done perfectly. ^_^
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[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2010-03-16 09:50 am (UTC)
It just seems as if Tarrant and Imogene getting along would be the way of it! Also, Mally being really upset (I think that, in addition to being loyal to Tarrant, as I've seen it put, she's harbored a massive crush on him for a long time) was, I guiltily admit, fun to write. Thanks for reading once again :)
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[User Picture]From: ladynorbert
2010-03-15 11:25 pm (UTC)
Just as good as the first two! And I love your answer to Tarrant's enduring riddle.
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[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2010-03-16 09:52 am (UTC)
There have been a lot of answers proposed over time; if you Google it, a lot of them come up! Thank you; I think there will be one more to this particular arc. Of course, I have a way of underestimating the lengths of my own series.
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[User Picture]From: randombattlecry
2010-03-15 11:34 pm (UTC)
This this this this THIS THIS THIS.

I've just been sitting here grinning inanely through this whole thing, much like the constant inane grin that I wore all through the movie. "He's Scottish. Hadn't you noticed the hair?" is a lovely our-world-ish excuse for all things madness-related. I really want to know why the Hatter has such trouble with personal pronouns. Everyone is spot on and PERFECT and Mallymkun made me go, "D'awww!" and want to pat her on the tiny head, except she would stab me. All the characters came through with absolutely clarity and sterling resonance and gilded lettering and and and. What am I trying to say here? I'm trying to say that you went Burton one better.

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[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2010-03-16 09:54 am (UTC)
It seems to me he only has trouble with the pronouns where Alice is concerned; as far as I can suss out, it's all wrapped up in Jabberwocky being about her, and, of course, the young person slaying the Jabberwock in the poem is referred to as male. Are there any instances in the film I've missed where he makes the mix-up with somebody else?

Nonono DON'T GIVE UP! If you do, I will have nothing to read.

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[User Picture]From: hereswith
2010-03-15 11:39 pm (UTC)
So much fun, and very in-character for them all. Thanks for an enjoyable read :-)
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[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2010-03-16 09:55 am (UTC)
And thank you very much for reading!
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From: caliena
2010-03-15 11:50 pm (UTC)
This is SO funny.
I love the reactions of Alice's family!
Again you catched everything just perfectly.

The Cheshire Cat gets an extra bonus for being so naughty XD
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[User Picture]From: werkelijkheid90
2010-03-16 12:24 am (UTC)
Yaaayyy!!! I've so wanted to see a Tarrant/Alice "mawwage" fic. This is so beautifully written. I, too, appreciate the friendship between Imogene and Tarrant, as well as the implication with the Cheshire cat.

When I read that part to my fiance, he reminded me that Chess can turn into Tarrant...perish the thought! XD
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[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2010-03-16 09:56 am (UTC)
Ahahah, oh dear! If he can turn into Tarrant, he can probably turn into anyone. I wonder what sorts of high-jinks he's got up to over time in other guises. He can't change his voice, though - when Chess!Tarrant speaks, it's with a not-very-well-disguised Chess-voice.

Thank you very much :)
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[User Picture]From: jinma_chan
2010-03-16 12:35 am (UTC)
I love this series very muchness.

I do hope there is more to this series!

I had to laugh (and be a little creeped out) at Chessur's voyeurism. Dirty kitty xD

All the characters were expertly done! I'm surprised the Chattaways didn't make an appearance nohow.

It was amazingly well done.
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[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2010-03-16 09:56 am (UTC)
There's one more, I think, to this particular arc - and then I've got to write somebody a story I promised them in another fandom, but then I'll come back to A/T stuff and start writing one-offs :)

Thank you very much!
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[User Picture]From: alaceron
2010-03-16 12:56 am (UTC)

I think I've just about passed out from sheer bliss.

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[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2010-03-16 09:57 am (UTC)
My initial burn on a fandom that really excites me is just about a story or ficlet every other day. Which means I don't sleep a lot, but it's hard to turn off the brainstorming :)

There's one more for this arc, I think; I've got to parallel "Practice Makes Perfect." Thank you for reading once again!
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[User Picture]From: tonks07
2010-03-16 01:10 am (UTC)
Such a lovely fic! I also enjoyed the interaction between Tarrant and Imogene. And the image of the White Queens impossibly long tea table is so very Wonderland-I love it. Can't wait to see what comes next!
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[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2010-03-16 09:58 am (UTC)
I was thinking during the film, wow, if they were to meet, Tarrant and Imogene would be fast friends. I love that everyone else seems to think so, too. Thank you!
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[User Picture]From: dmlpacker
2010-03-16 01:41 am (UTC)

2. ♥
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[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2010-03-16 09:59 am (UTC)
I'm not the only person to have answered it; many other people have tried over the years (i.e. invented answers, since it HAS no real answer). If you Google it, you can find them :)

Thanks ♥
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[User Picture]From: djarum99
2010-03-16 01:50 am (UTC)
I'm a little late to the tea party, yes, and I've enjoyed this entire series. Lovely work here, and I especially loved the idea of Alice's balancing act, that her ring longs to return to her right hand, Mally's sword plant, and the wedding :-)

Beautiful work ♥
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[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2010-03-16 10:00 am (UTC)
(Mmmm, Djarums. I'm out of them at the minute *pout*)

Better late than never, of course! Thank you for taking the time to read these ♥
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From: grissomrox
2010-03-16 01:53 am (UTC)

Sheer Awesomeness

I didn't want to comment on the stories as I felt that any words I wrote would absolutely pale in comparison. However, I can't help but to commend your absolute brilliance in writing for this. They were absolutely stellar, and I could go on for ages about all the splendid little details. I've pretty much been obsessive about checking for updates, so I thank you for that, :). Excellent work and I most hopefully look forward to further works from you.
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[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2010-03-16 10:01 am (UTC)
Comments are always messy, incoherent things; even my responses to them are messy, incoherent things :) As to more, I think there's one more piece to this, and then I'll think about some one-offs (which I'm not very good at writing; my brain loves continuity and add-ons). Thank you very much!
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[User Picture]From: mase992
2010-03-16 01:57 am (UTC)

Oh, chess ;D


I salute you and this wonderful story! You have created a little gem, with characters I've grown to love and now love even more.

I love the shifts between London and Underland and the colorful interactions between each and every character with our beloved couple :3.

And yes! I do believe that's the answer to the riddle! XD

Fantastic work! I'd love to read more of your works, most definitely!
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[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2010-03-16 10:02 am (UTC)
Others have invented answers to the riddle over time; if you Google it, you'll find them :)

Thank you very much for reading <3
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[User Picture]From: random_nexus
2010-03-16 02:10 am (UTC)
Again, again, loved this! *gleegrin* And I'll come back and read all of them again after seeing the movie, which will mean I'll no doubt love them even more!
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[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2010-03-16 10:02 am (UTC)
Oh, do. And let me know what you think of the film, of course :)
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[User Picture]From: jillianfish
2010-03-16 02:36 am (UTC)
That was so much fun. And such a happy ending. Tarrants way with Aunt Imogene is heartwarming, as is your writing. Exactly what I needed on a crap night like this, so thank you!
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[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2010-03-16 10:03 am (UTC)
There's a lot of crap in the air this week; a general survey of my flist and Facebook friends' statuses is what has led me to this conclusion. I hope things improve for you soon *hugs*

Thank you, as ever.
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[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2010-03-16 10:05 am (UTC)
As I keep saying, I'm hardly the first person to invent an answer. If you google "Why is a raven like a writing desk?", you come across many of the previously-suggested answers, including Carroll's own (which is actually rather awkward and not funny, I find). The best one I've ever seen is, "Because Poe wrote on both."

I think there's one more piece in this little series. If I've already got dialogue for it in my head (which I do), that's a pretty good sign its imminent within the next 24 hours or so.
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[User Picture]From: biichan
2010-03-16 06:18 am (UTC)
I've been reading your Alice/Tarrant fics and I love them so much! They are canon to me.
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[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2010-03-16 10:05 am (UTC)
I'm glad to provide a satisfactory coda to the film, then, in whatever way I can *tips hat* Thank you <3
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[User Picture]From: jedibuttercup
2010-03-16 07:05 am (UTC)
Very sweet. Loved all the interactions-- even Hamish, but especially the Underland folk; the answer to the riddle, and who gave it; the running obsession with tea; and the happily ever after. *grin*
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[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2010-03-16 10:06 am (UTC)
I imagine Aunt Imogene's imagination would be up to answering any number of impossible questions! And the running obsession with tea is, of course, not only canon, but something particular to me personally *wry grin* Thank you!
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[User Picture]From: nomelon
2010-03-16 07:54 pm (UTC)
That was all just gorgeous. Your character voices are spot on. Beautifully done.
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[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2010-03-16 08:23 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much :) Ironically, I just posted the fourth and last piece of this. Or at least I think it's the last. I want to do one-offs now.
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[User Picture]From: kichisama
2010-03-16 09:05 pm (UTC)
aww, that was awesome!
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[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2010-03-16 09:16 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
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