username: butterfly (video, post jailbreak)

[digophelia]

[ This time around, Alice doesn't look as awkward addressing the network. Curled up in a dark blue cloak, Alice gives a small, awkward wave. ]

Hello.

[ She wonders what some may think of her now, given how calm she is. Alice usually isn't one for starting up conversations and it shows how she seems to fidget in her seat. ]

We must have new "recruits", I can't say I remember any of you from when I first arrived. I'm not good at introductions, forgive me -- my name is Alice Liddell. But I didn't want to address others to introduce myself.

I imagine that some of you may have had your clothing sullied or tattered from what transpired a few days ago with our little excursion. [ Far too polite, considering some of ALASTAIR's own are far from noble and composed. ]

I do have an offer. If you're mindful of your budget, and... other things, such as keeping from authorities, I would like to offer my services to tend to garments. I'm not the most renowned seamstress, but it is very customary where I come from young girls are taught many things, including sewing. I don't ask for anything in return; I don't want anything. It's the least I can do for some of you, who have been held for two weeks. I'll even clean garments for those of you who haven't gotten the chance in the past few weeks.

[ Alice pauses and adds- ]

And, I must note, despite offering such a generous offer, I will only do so, for a small while, as long as some of us -- or most of us -- are looking to be discreet. Indeed, there are vendors who are willing to provide, though they may be looking at this as means to exploit us for a profit. Alternatively, the goblins maybe one venue if you're looking for new clothes to begin with. At least they seem reasonable when it comes to pricing, I've noticed.

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2.2

[naturallywavy]

Oiii, oii— do you happen to have.. a bin? Ah, or a pail.
I'm going to lose it, I think.
_{[ please he doesn't want to vomit on the bed. ]}

[digophelia]

I'm sure that they will be fine and you taught them well.

[ Half joking, half serious. There's only so much she can surmise from that. But she wonders what his friends are like and how his home is.

This is the second time she's been called a woman rather than a girl. She was really never regarded as an adult in her world, only a child, someone who wasn't at all independent. The truth was, the Chantes gave her more independence than she knew, the most in her life. Smiling softly, Alice shifts up before she gets lost in her feelings, scampering across the room to fetch a pail. ]

Mister Gin, be sure you sit up slowly and don't press yourself.

[ She assumed that being drunk was no different from being physically ill innocently enough. As much as she was used to cleaning up after children when sick, Alice makes no point to linger close if Gin is really going to be vomiting. ]

I really do hope that you'll try to eat something after this.

cw: barf i guess.....

[naturallywavy]

<sub>[ Gin is eager to get the pail once she brings it over and he just stares down at it for a moment before he just let's it all loose. It's a quick and seemingly effortless feat. Probably because he has so much experience doing this. Honestly, he'd do anything he could to get smashed and not have the consequences that follow it.

Though, this makes him feel better and he sets the pail aside, running the back of his hand across his lips. ]</sub>

Nngh.. _{[ not even cake sounded good right now? ]}

Sleep first, then eat.
<sub>[ There he goes, sinking down into the bed and trying to bundle himself up. It looks rather pitiful, but he's gathering every pillow— every blanket— and basically making a little mountain around his head with his lower half of his body sticking out.

Bye, Gin-san. ]</sub>

[digophelia]

[ A few minutes later, Alice has cleaned up the mess, without too much of a fuss. She's dealt with sick children, so a sick, grown adult isn't that much different. That, and the honest filth that was Rutledge.

As soon as Alice steps back into the room, she sees Gin bundled up awkwardly. Alice lets out a small sigh. ]

Oh, honestly, you couldn't cover your feet?

[ She knows he's possibly passed out, though she still keeps talking to him, as Alice fusses over him, splaying another blanket over his feet. Well, it is cold. It's a usual switch, usually Alice preoccupies herself with the bed, but she has no real complaints about it.

After all, she has the awkward habit of sleeping under the bed, something she grew to do in the asylum and well into early adulthood. Should he be asleep, she'll leave him there. For now, Alice goes back to sewing. ]