excerpts from an rp
So that those of you who used to rp with me may see my March Hare character at work.
M.Hare: In the near silence of the tavern, a cough could be heard, as of one clearing their throat.. or perhaps trying to rid oneself of that horrible dry mouth sensation one gets after a long night of drink and no mouthwash. "hrrrm.. clean cup." A voice slurred, then hiccupped. "clean cup.. moooove down."
At first, one couldn't see the dastardly lay-about, who was actually hunched over a table in the shadows farthest from the light. Then one might manage to spy a light misty apparition, which wavered slightly, hiccupped again, coughed, then a frock coat appeared, and trousers, boots, fuzzy rabbit ears that were at too rakish of a length to be a rabbit.
March was in the house, and he was drunk.. tea drunk. He'd had a real grand to-do, and it hadn't ended until everyone was done. He wobbled slightly in that chair, turned slightly misty for a moment, then blinked, moved one wrist and settled back in his chair, legs crossed at the ankles and stuck out into the aisle where they might trip someone who passed by, if they passed by.
Esther:A sound from a corner of the room she had not gotten to yet catches her attention and she peers over at it curiously...and blinks in suprise.
Why sire...have you been here all along?She looks at him in wonder,wondering how on earth she missed such a fellow. Did he just fade in and out..or was it her imagination? She blinked wondering if what she saw was what she thought she saw.,..but she smiled and said..sire..there are biscuts on the counter if you need a bite..it may help clear that cough up a bit.
M.Hare: "Time, m'lady, is irrelevant." He replied with a slightly twinkling wink as he shifted his position in his chair, head tilting slightly. "But I was here, and then gone, and then back, and gone.." He demonstrated, while fading in and out, all the while speaking, though it could be said his voice faded ever-so-slightly, as his physical being did.
Once returned, he grinned a toothy grin and wobbled his crossed legs back and forth on the boot heels. "Are they tea biscuits with jam? Or are they treacle biscuits? Do they have little bitty bits of chocolate or raisins.. oh.. I do love raisins.. slightly more than the chocolate.. but.." He coughed slightly, then turned his head slightly sideways. "Do you have tea?"
Esther: She sighs almost imperceptively,glad to know she was not going slightly mad at seeing the fellow fade in and out again. That's quite the trick you have there sire! Biscutes...er...we have jam,I do think-let me see here.
She goes to the counter and rummages around behind it-glad Seamus left it in such great order.
Ah! She plunks two jars on top of the counter and rummages around for a few spoons. There is peach-and er..she looks at the jar with the vague label on it...not sure I can read this label.Can either of you? It seems to have a dark mark on it-looks like blueberry or something...care to see if it is?
She looks over at Pahcotai,and her eyes get a sad look in them..I am sorry-m'lady..that you have lost so much. It is a difficult thing,I know...if I could make you some blueberry tea for comfort,I would be most glad to!
She glances back at the fellow in the corner...would you care for some bluberry tea sire? Oh..and I am Lady Esther..pardon me for not introducing myself. May I ask your name?
She tries to make out the label,and gives up for the moment and moves a few pots and pans out of the way looking for the tea bags. She bumps her head and gives a slight yelp-and emerges once more with tea in hand-and looks into a tall cupboard for the honey.
What's this? She takes down the smallest jar she has ever seen and reads the label...looks like jam or jelly or something..and reads the label
"Willy Wonka's experiemtnal blueberry jam"
Anyone ever hear of this man..or his jam? Why would he make such a small jar of it?
M.Hare: "You should see Hatter." He responded adroitly, then grinned wolfishly. "Or Door mouse..they're both quite mad, you know..we all are..So if you are mad, you'd be in grand company. But Door mouse..he's given to fits." He eyed the jams, tilted his head slightly, then deftly twisted the caps off both jars and had a quick taste of both.."mmm.. jam." He crooned, and ladled spoonfuls of both into a little saucer and stirred them both together, heedless of what it might do, then he spun the saucer around and around, until it was quite blurry, though not a drop of jam slopped over an edge.
At some point in time, he nodded his head at Esther. "Nice set of wings you've got there, lady." He paused, though, when it came to his name..considered slowly.."March, you may call me..and blueberry tea would be lovely."
"Always provided present company does not object. Please do say you don't use those sharp things to shave hares."
As Esther removed a jar labeled 'Willy Wonka's experimental Blueberry Jam', hare blinked. His ears twitched, his whiskers quivered in an otherwise human visage. "Don't touch that stuff, m'lady.. That Wonka chap is absolutely barmy.. he'd think it a right old joke, that.. turn you blue.. make you blow up." He coughed, then settled back in his chair and giggled slightly.
Esther: She looks at him matter of factly and says quite clearly
I don't use those sharp things to shaves hares...mad or not.
She watches facinated with his plate trick..my-what a talent you have there sire! I have never seen anyone spread jam that way onto a biscut-her eyes dance with the delight of a child as she watches
...and thanks...I enjoy having wings-it gives me such a lift now and then.
Poor mouse..is he a happy mouse..or just mad and sad?
She peers closer at the small jar in her hand..and then looks at March-how does that dark jam taste? Can you tell what sort of jam it is?
She ponders tasting the small jar's contents,but feels a caution inside her-not able to read anything more -and the word "experimental" making her feel slighty funny about the whole thing.
Can you read this label March?She sets it down in front of him as she picks up the tea kettle and heads towards the fire.
Make you turn blue? She looks at him in wonder-then back down to the jar and sets it down cautiouly.as though just spilling it on herslf might do her harm. Barmy? How on erth can a jam make you turn all blue? She turns her wide green eyes upon him in wonder at his knowledge of the stuff. Do you know this fellow,Wonka?
M.Hare: "Oh, when he's happy, he's very happy, mistress Esther.. and rarely does he ever get sad. He's simply a bit.. psychotic, really.." He pauses, eying the dark jam and spreading a little bit of the peach and the dark jam together on a biscuit. "treacle, m'lady dear.. t'is the very best of treacle." He paused again, and nodded regarding the knives. "good then.. poor Door mouse is a lively chap, but he does carry on so.. and occasionally, he likes to chase after one and attempt a shaving." He shuddered slightly. "takes a bit of skin with him, when he shaves a body."
Esther: Well..I am glad to hear he is a happy little chap-she smiles at him then goes serious-he tries to Shave you? She squirms a bit and looks at the door..er...he-er...doesn't try this on other fellow beings does he? Considering whether or not she should put the knives away until another time if he were to show up
then furrows her brows delicately in confusion...I have never heard of treacle..what is it made of?
She sets the kettle on the flames and goes back to the cupboard, taking down a rack of cups and plates, and,in her haste quite absently leaving the small jar of experimental jam near the fireplace, she tries to see if there are spoons where she last left them, whise still pondering and saying quitely to herself...shave him? She looks over at March and squirms again.
M.Hare: March gave Esther a look that suggested she only knew a very little of it. (It being Door mouse and his hare shaving tendencies.) "Oh, if provided the opportunity, I dare say he'd shave much more than a hare or two. But generally speaking, we keep him occupied in an endless tea party, so most times, he's passed out aside his teapot. It works."
He nibbled a bit at the biscuit of peach and treacle, then set it down for a moment. "Treacle is a syrup, really.. not generally used for anything other than cooking. It can be dreadfully sweet, or bitter, depending..I am, however, so used to it that it seems a shame not to have it." He gave Esther an apologetic sort of grin and lifted his top hat for just a scarce second or two in what he probably thought a respectful gesture. She could just make out some patches on his head, between those two ears, where the hair had been shaved so close that, while growing a soft downy sort of fuzz now, seemed a bit scarred. Indeed, one of his ears had a nick on it, barely healed over, and it was perhaps this that he kept his hat in place to cover.
He let out another soft sort of giggle, then tapped out shave and a haircut, two bits.
M.Hare: In the near silence of the tavern, a cough could be heard, as of one clearing their throat.. or perhaps trying to rid oneself of that horrible dry mouth sensation one gets after a long night of drink and no mouthwash. "hrrrm.. clean cup." A voice slurred, then hiccupped. "clean cup.. moooove down."
At first, one couldn't see the dastardly lay-about, who was actually hunched over a table in the shadows farthest from the light. Then one might manage to spy a light misty apparition, which wavered slightly, hiccupped again, coughed, then a frock coat appeared, and trousers, boots, fuzzy rabbit ears that were at too rakish of a length to be a rabbit.
March was in the house, and he was drunk.. tea drunk. He'd had a real grand to-do, and it hadn't ended until everyone was done. He wobbled slightly in that chair, turned slightly misty for a moment, then blinked, moved one wrist and settled back in his chair, legs crossed at the ankles and stuck out into the aisle where they might trip someone who passed by, if they passed by.
Esther:A sound from a corner of the room she had not gotten to yet catches her attention and she peers over at it curiously...and blinks in suprise.
Why sire...have you been here all along?She looks at him in wonder,wondering how on earth she missed such a fellow. Did he just fade in and out..or was it her imagination? She blinked wondering if what she saw was what she thought she saw.,..but she smiled and said..sire..there are biscuts on the counter if you need a bite..it may help clear that cough up a bit.
M.Hare: "Time, m'lady, is irrelevant." He replied with a slightly twinkling wink as he shifted his position in his chair, head tilting slightly. "But I was here, and then gone, and then back, and gone.." He demonstrated, while fading in and out, all the while speaking, though it could be said his voice faded ever-so-slightly, as his physical being did.
Once returned, he grinned a toothy grin and wobbled his crossed legs back and forth on the boot heels. "Are they tea biscuits with jam? Or are they treacle biscuits? Do they have little bitty bits of chocolate or raisins.. oh.. I do love raisins.. slightly more than the chocolate.. but.." He coughed slightly, then turned his head slightly sideways. "Do you have tea?"
Esther: She sighs almost imperceptively,glad to know she was not going slightly mad at seeing the fellow fade in and out again. That's quite the trick you have there sire! Biscutes...er...we have jam,I do think-let me see here.
She goes to the counter and rummages around behind it-glad Seamus left it in such great order.
Ah! She plunks two jars on top of the counter and rummages around for a few spoons. There is peach-and er..she looks at the jar with the vague label on it...not sure I can read this label.Can either of you? It seems to have a dark mark on it-looks like blueberry or something...care to see if it is?
She looks over at Pahcotai,and her eyes get a sad look in them..I am sorry-m'lady..that you have lost so much. It is a difficult thing,I know...if I could make you some blueberry tea for comfort,I would be most glad to!
She glances back at the fellow in the corner...would you care for some bluberry tea sire? Oh..and I am Lady Esther..pardon me for not introducing myself. May I ask your name?
She tries to make out the label,and gives up for the moment and moves a few pots and pans out of the way looking for the tea bags. She bumps her head and gives a slight yelp-and emerges once more with tea in hand-and looks into a tall cupboard for the honey.
What's this? She takes down the smallest jar she has ever seen and reads the label...looks like jam or jelly or something..and reads the label
"Willy Wonka's experiemtnal blueberry jam"
Anyone ever hear of this man..or his jam? Why would he make such a small jar of it?
M.Hare: "You should see Hatter." He responded adroitly, then grinned wolfishly. "Or Door mouse..they're both quite mad, you know..we all are..So if you are mad, you'd be in grand company. But Door mouse..he's given to fits." He eyed the jams, tilted his head slightly, then deftly twisted the caps off both jars and had a quick taste of both.."mmm.. jam." He crooned, and ladled spoonfuls of both into a little saucer and stirred them both together, heedless of what it might do, then he spun the saucer around and around, until it was quite blurry, though not a drop of jam slopped over an edge.
At some point in time, he nodded his head at Esther. "Nice set of wings you've got there, lady." He paused, though, when it came to his name..considered slowly.."March, you may call me..and blueberry tea would be lovely."
"Always provided present company does not object. Please do say you don't use those sharp things to shave hares."
As Esther removed a jar labeled 'Willy Wonka's experimental Blueberry Jam', hare blinked. His ears twitched, his whiskers quivered in an otherwise human visage. "Don't touch that stuff, m'lady.. That Wonka chap is absolutely barmy.. he'd think it a right old joke, that.. turn you blue.. make you blow up." He coughed, then settled back in his chair and giggled slightly.
Esther: She looks at him matter of factly and says quite clearly
I don't use those sharp things to shaves hares...mad or not.
She watches facinated with his plate trick..my-what a talent you have there sire! I have never seen anyone spread jam that way onto a biscut-her eyes dance with the delight of a child as she watches
...and thanks...I enjoy having wings-it gives me such a lift now and then.
Poor mouse..is he a happy mouse..or just mad and sad?
She peers closer at the small jar in her hand..and then looks at March-how does that dark jam taste? Can you tell what sort of jam it is?
She ponders tasting the small jar's contents,but feels a caution inside her-not able to read anything more -and the word "experimental" making her feel slighty funny about the whole thing.
Can you read this label March?She sets it down in front of him as she picks up the tea kettle and heads towards the fire.
Make you turn blue? She looks at him in wonder-then back down to the jar and sets it down cautiouly.as though just spilling it on herslf might do her harm. Barmy? How on erth can a jam make you turn all blue? She turns her wide green eyes upon him in wonder at his knowledge of the stuff. Do you know this fellow,Wonka?
M.Hare: "Oh, when he's happy, he's very happy, mistress Esther.. and rarely does he ever get sad. He's simply a bit.. psychotic, really.." He pauses, eying the dark jam and spreading a little bit of the peach and the dark jam together on a biscuit. "treacle, m'lady dear.. t'is the very best of treacle." He paused again, and nodded regarding the knives. "good then.. poor Door mouse is a lively chap, but he does carry on so.. and occasionally, he likes to chase after one and attempt a shaving." He shuddered slightly. "takes a bit of skin with him, when he shaves a body."
Esther: Well..I am glad to hear he is a happy little chap-she smiles at him then goes serious-he tries to Shave you? She squirms a bit and looks at the door..er...he-er...doesn't try this on other fellow beings does he? Considering whether or not she should put the knives away until another time if he were to show up
then furrows her brows delicately in confusion...I have never heard of treacle..what is it made of?
She sets the kettle on the flames and goes back to the cupboard, taking down a rack of cups and plates, and,in her haste quite absently leaving the small jar of experimental jam near the fireplace, she tries to see if there are spoons where she last left them, whise still pondering and saying quitely to herself...shave him? She looks over at March and squirms again.
M.Hare: March gave Esther a look that suggested she only knew a very little of it. (It being Door mouse and his hare shaving tendencies.) "Oh, if provided the opportunity, I dare say he'd shave much more than a hare or two. But generally speaking, we keep him occupied in an endless tea party, so most times, he's passed out aside his teapot. It works."
He nibbled a bit at the biscuit of peach and treacle, then set it down for a moment. "Treacle is a syrup, really.. not generally used for anything other than cooking. It can be dreadfully sweet, or bitter, depending..I am, however, so used to it that it seems a shame not to have it." He gave Esther an apologetic sort of grin and lifted his top hat for just a scarce second or two in what he probably thought a respectful gesture. She could just make out some patches on his head, between those two ears, where the hair had been shaved so close that, while growing a soft downy sort of fuzz now, seemed a bit scarred. Indeed, one of his ears had a nick on it, barely healed over, and it was perhaps this that he kept his hat in place to cover.
He let out another soft sort of giggle, then tapped out shave and a haircut, two bits.