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Previously on tumblr, still getting used to this (AU, Canon is Corpse Bride & A:MR)

Dear Mun,

So -- this is Dreamwidth.

*looks around*

It's all right, I suppose. It is nice to have more than one facial expression. Though I wish you wouldn't obsess so much over my icons. It gets worrying. I'm just glad you put up those posts in my journal to properly explain my history.

Though. . .what do you plan to do with me here? Do you really think anyone's going to want to say hello? It may be q-quiet back on tumblr, but -- at least there's someone whom I know. Who sometimes wants to play with me. Here, everyone's a stranger. And I have to say, I don't hold out much hope of finding an Alice. At least, one who's interested in me.

Still, I know you'll do as you like and I can't stop you. Just -- please. Think hard before you throw me into any of those "memes." I know you.

Yours (perhaps a bit reluctantly),
Victor

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My mun seems quite pleased to see you. I'm sure there are so many who'd like to talk to you, seeing how big her smile is.

What a coincidence. I could've sworn she had a lovely girl named Alice in here somewhere.

Edited 2012-11-16 09:24 (UTC)

My mun grinned upon seeing you too. It would be nice to talk to people again. My tumblr's been terribly quiet as of late. I suppose we both worry about people getting confused about being me being a "crossover AU."

Really? Um -- dark-haired, either in a black-and-white dress or a blue one with a, ah, b-bloody apron?

(Yes Victor -- Sally from Halloweentown will be shy about a little blood.)

[Flustered and easily embarrassed, Victor? You've just put blood in the water for a certain girl genius.]

Hello there.

M'pretty sure there's an Alice in here with me. Doesn't really come out to play too often though, poor dear, mun's been having trouble with her voice.

Er -- hello. . .

A dark-haired Alice with a penchant for knives? I understand there's many Alices out there. . . I understand that. My mun sometimes worries about my voice, since I'm r-rather different from canon these days.

Sounds like her, yeah. Bit of a morbid sort with glaring anti-social tendencies?

'S sort of what they do, worry. Mine's concerned all the time that she's not getting me right. Probably a relevent concern, though, seeing as it's so difficult to get just the right amount of sexy girl genius. [Preening a little, don't mind her.]

*resists a laugh* Yes, I suppose. . .she's n-nicer once you get to know her. It just t-takes a bit of time to break through her shell. *at least, that's his experience from his backstory fanfic. . .*

*fiddles a bit with his tie* Mine mostly worries about keeping me -- w-well, me, while letting me change to reflect everything that's happened properly. And about how to properly explain the world I come from.

Oh! Alternate universe, then. Never met one of those before, imagine it must be difficult.

Though...suppose you could call me one. Didn't really look like then when the mun took interest, she did me a bit of a favor.

It's strange -- mostly because everything in my canon happened, there's just a lot she's added onto the end. I, ah -- I don't know how much you know about Alice's world, but I ended up at Houndsditch too.

*little surprised* Are you? Well, I'm glad it's a pleasant AU anyway.

(Mun read her history, and OUCH. Oswin is probably really happy to be AU)

I know a bit of it. 'S not really to hard to look into things around here, the mun's a bit of an open book about those sort of things. [She wrinkles her nose a little.] Bad luck for you, though, stuck there.

Well. Pleasant enough, compared to the alternative.

[ooc: oswin is extremely happy that her mun though playing her as a dalek would be too challenging xD]

Ah. Trust me, she has her r-reasons for being anti-social. *He sighs and frowns* It is, too. I hate it there. Why my parents c-couldn't just leave the issue of Emily alone. . .

My mun assures me that's definitely the case, so -- yes. Good.

Well, I'm always here to chat, just waiting for Jack, and of course...Halloween.

Oh yes, that's the one. I helped her sew up the lace when it tore. She's quite kind. I think my mun's gone looking for her.

Ah, Halloween! My mun didn't get much of a chance to celebrate because of the hurricane. As for myself -- well, there's not much cause to celebrate anything in the East End, I'm afraid.

*smile* Isn't she though? I know she can be a bit hard to get close to, but. . .she's rather amazing.

Oh? That's a shame...let's see.

[ Don't mind Sally, patting down her pockets and eventually, sifting through her sewing basket for a lone piece of orange and purple candy. It's mid-November, she's....in short supply. It's offered nonetheless. ]

I'm afraid that's all I have left, but. There's always reason to celebrate.

That's the only time we spoke, unfortunately. But if her politeness is anything, I have to agree with you, she's rather amazing.

Then I don't suppose an introduction is in order?

Yes, she loves the holiday -- giving out candy to trick-or-treaters, going around in costume, things like that. Fortunately there were some activities the following Saturday.

*He's a little surprised, but he gives her a shy smile as he takes it.* Thank you. *He looks a little more dubious about 'always reason to celebrate,' but he won't say anything. Besides, free candy.*

Oh, I see. *smiles* She's one of the bravest people I know. She's been through a lot. *He fiddles with the candy.* We both have. Or will go through -- it's a b-bit hard when your mun has only the first two parts of your backstory up, but always pictures you as from after a-all of it.

*blinks rapidly, all awkwardness* Alice! Ah -- er -- n-not on my side, I suppose. . .I g-guess I have to introduce you to m-me. . . *And that feels so strange, since he's used to her knowing him.*

I know the feeling quite well. Mines not chosen a point for me yet: making it...quite strange to see anyone else.

You're welcome. Happy Halloween.

She sounds quite brave, not many would let someone like me stitch up their clothes.

[ Sally smiles shortly. ]

[ She creases a brow, looking slightly expectant of him. Not nearly as strange as having someone who knows you quite well already; and you don't know them. ]

So, Victor is it?

Oh dear. Yes, I would imagine that would get confusing. With me it's more of a case of possibly being a walking s-spoiler for a fanfic series. *awkward laugh* Though I'll take that over some of the o-other points she could pull me from. . .

Happy Halloween.

She is. She's -- she's l-lost so much, and yet, she keeps going. *He smiles weakly back at her.* And you're much nicer than some of the "regular" people I've met.

*Victor tries not to blush. Perhaps not, but awkward all the same.*

Y-yes. Victor Van Dort. I don't know if you're at all f-familiar with Van Dort Fish. . . I live at H-Houndsditch as well.

I don't think I could recall even if I tried.

[ She slides her hands in her pockets, boots fidgeting with the floorboards. ]

I see. Why on earth would anyone put you there? You sound so polite.

*Victor nods, then lets out a very grumpy-sounding sigh.* My parents. I -- w-well, it's a bit of a long story. . . I was supposed to have an arranged marriage, but while I was p-practicing my vows, I accidentally proposed to a corpse bride -- who said "yes" and t-took me to the afterlife. We e-eventually got that straightened out, and I was able to set the poor girl free, but my arranged fiancee's parents fled with her to the country, and by the t-time we found them, she'd married someone else. . . My parents blamed my "delusion" of a corpse bride -- they weren't around when it all h-happened -- w-well --

*He shudders.* That's when they h-heard about Dr. B-Bumby.

I see.

[ What with her mun's large mind-- ]

I believe you. I've seen her, here in her mind. She's gone now. But I believe you.

...I'm sorry though, to hear that. I can see why now, though. Why we'd be friends.

*startled* You -- have? E-Emily was there? *Little weirded out, but -- well, if it helps her believe him. . .*

*nods a little* You were -- are? -- the o-only good thing about that place. And the way you k-keep going, even after everything life's thrown at you. . . You're r-really the bravest person I know.

For a moment. She left. I almost wished she stayed, like the ragdoll woman.

[ She looks a little warded off by his small confession. Nervous, almost. He knew everything, and didn't think she was...well, too crazy, or he'd have left her alone already. What a kind man. ]

I see, then I must've...told you everything. Thank you, that's...

[ She smoothes out the wrinkles in her apron, fighting off that flustered feeling. ]

That's very kind of you. No one's really ever....sincerely told me that before.

[ She nods. ]

Thank you. That's what I hear; not very many "normal" people are as nice as others. Then again I'm fairly normal where I'm from, in Halloween Town. Most everyone I know is nice, at least to me.

And with Christmas coming, you'd imagine most to be happier and full of, err, 'good cheer', but really, some people are just...not ever having a good day.

I do suppose you're right, there's some things you'd...much rather not remember.

Oh, I see. I hope she's well, wherever she is. *He's never been sure about what exactly those butterflies meant. Heaven, or -- simply butterflies?*

*He nods, fidgeting with his tie.* You told me m-my first night there. Said it was b-better I hear about Rutledge from you than from the children. . . *He shakes his head, mumbling to himself:* I still can't believe they put children in asylums. . .

More people should. *He smiles weakly.* Of c-course, I may be biased. . .

*rather grumpily* I live in London's East End. I g-get to see just how horrible "normal" people can be. Halloween Town sounds much friendlier. Rather like the Land of the Dead.

I'm not entirely sure it's possible to have a good day in Whitechapel. Then again, I live in the worst part of it, and I was under the care of -- well -- a real monster.

*winces* Ah -- I suppose -- I'm sorry, I h-have a bit of trouble with "not remembering. . ." One of the points my mun could pull me from (and I know she's thought about it) involves me having near-total amnesia.

[ Oh, that made sense. She was slightly surprised; it sounded just like something she'd do. ]

Biased, maybe. That or just one of a few decent people in the world.

It's comforting to know I have friends in places I'd least expect it.

Perhaps you should visit sometime. It's...really a scream.

How frightening. There's good and bad scared, and that doesn't sound very good at all.

Near...total amnesia. Where you can't remember a thing?

*small smile* Perhaps I will, if I can find a way. The Land of the Dead turned out to be quite the nice place, after all. And I'm used to "spooky" people by now. *Comes from nearly marrying a corpse bride.*

*He shakes his head.* Some of the things I w-went through there. . . *full-body shudder* B-bad scared. D-definitely bad scared.

*Nods, looking at his feet.* There were -- bits and pieces, here and there, but. . .n-nothing. . . And if it weren't for Alice. . . *God, he's not even sure he wants to say."

*Okay, now he's going to blush.* I t-try to be. . .

The same here. I thought I would h-hate it at Houndsditch. . .well, I did, but it was n-nice to have someone to hate it with. If -- that m-makes any sense. *awkward laugh*

Well, anything can happen here. Especially in those meme things. You'll see; there's quite a few different things to look forward to, rather than what homes seems to be like for you.

Don't think about it if you don't have to. It's like after every Halloween; it's over, but there's always next year to start working on.

It makes sense.

[ There's a bit of ease coming to her shoulders. Someone knew and it wasn't only her. ]

You'll find it's much easier here. At least with a mun. Hopefully they'll keep you out if trouble as long as possible. The only thing to fear here is the unknown.

Heh -- well, it can be fairly odd on tumblr too, especially with "magic anons." I'm hoping this means I'm w-well-prepared for memes.

*nods* Yes, it's not a time I like to d-dwell on. *brightens a little* True. This is something of a new beginning for me.

*Victor can't help but smile. It's good to have someone around who understands again. Who knows what it was like.*

*slightly suspicious* Oh, I don't know if she's necessarily interested in keeping me out of trouble. . . She's the one responsible for this whole "crossover AU." Not that I'm n-not thankful to have met you, it's just. . . *He sighs and shakes his head.* But she has no plans to do anything truly horrible to me, I don't think. Just whatever strikes her fancy in memes at the moment.

I'm sure there will be some. Every once in a while at least. But it's less...tense than it could be.

[ His fumbling makes her quirk up a side of her mouth in amusement. ]

Well. If you ever need anything, I suppose. It may be an AU but you're still a friend. Here it's like Wonderland, I can defend myself and others. It's nice. Like a dream almost.

Oh yes, I'll agree with that. It's certainly better than Houndsditch. Or even Burtonsville. *There's a slightly bitter tone to his voice as he says that last. He's not too fond of his hometown at the moment.*

*That, however, gets another smile.* Thank you. And -- if there's anything I can do for you. . . *bit of shy fiddling with his fingers* I'm glad you get that opportunity. Though, really, I think you're j-just as brave in London.

You must be brave to live in London. Whether or not it's of your own accord.

I think she'll read it, sometime. Soon, I hope. I'm curious what happens to us. And maybe we'll find you again in the memes. They aren't exactly exempt from card guards or even Jabberwocks now and again.

*slightly embarrassed smile, tie-fiddling* Not really of my own accord, but -- ah -- thank you. *That's one heck of a compliment from her, he thinks.*

Er -- my story, you mean? I've got a post in my journal explaining things -- including links to the two stories my mun's got up. (It's the first one in there -- she's reluctant to link because then she can't keep the spoiler cuts.) She's got the third written, she's just fighting with where the chapter breaks should go.

And that would be nic-- Did you say J-Jabberwocks? *Oh cripes that's not good.*

Exactly. Another door opened. That's the best way to look at it I think.

*smile* Yes, indeed. Looking to the future.

[ She wanted to say "Brave to put up with her Wonderland" too, but wasn't sure how to word it. Alice quirks up the side of her mouth again, this time with a much more obvious smile. ]

The details are always nice.

I'd like to hope two against one would be better than just one, but...there's worse things than Jabberwocks. Vampires, werewolves, uncontrollable sickness, haunted hotels. There's also a lot of nice things she hasn't put me in yet, like memes about outings, and snow, and staying up past bedtime. For every few good, there's a bad.

*Hey, Victor likes Wonderland -- at least, he likes some of the stories he's heard Alice tell. To the point of drawing pictures of the place when she talks about it. He smiles back at her, a little more at ease.*

I think I can sum it up as I go through my canon, then end up in yours. It's not always easy, especially in the third story -- t-that's the one that happens during "Madness Returns" -- but -- *another smile* it's worth it.

*nods a little, frowning* I'll have to k-keep an eye out, then. Sometimes she likes doing nice things, but I wouldn't put it past her to do something horrible if it intrigued her enough.

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aha, look who sally found.

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Yay :D

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<3

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