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[aslandish]

Who: Aslan (aslandish) and YOU!
When: February 13th through February 19th, day or night.
Where: All over the Port.
Summary: Even the gods themselves don't always walk unseen.
Warnings: None?
Notes: Permissions post is here! Please tag in with the time, sector, and specific location! Daytime threads will mostly be Aslan in his human form; nighttime threads and less populated areas like Sector 7 and the beach will likely be his lion form. If you have a preference, feel free to specify! Also, tag yourselves in!

[ A year and several months, not including the time spent in the world he calls his home. Though it is no great span of time for one who exists outside of it, he feels the days have been long, even for one such as himself.

Despite this, he finds he is content. There is something to be said for the work that he does. Whether is be an encouraging word by day, or a beacon by night, it is in the little things that he finds the most joy and happiness.

A true smile from one who was lost has ever been enough to warm his heart with the heat of a thousand suns. ]

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Sunday, February 19th

[aslandish]

Sector 4, daytime, park

[cruelwonder]

[Alice does, eventually, need a break from the children and from Jack and Sirius. She does love Jack quite a bit. Indeed, she loves spending a great deal of her time with him. But there are times, of course, when she needs to be alone...and she needs to watch the world through the shaded eyes of her madness.

She sits on the park bench and observes the overly large mushrooms that she knows aren't actually there, the odd creatures that can't really exist. And she feels rather ashamed to still be seeing them.

In her hands is Lizzie's key, her fingers running over the smooth metal. Her thoughts go out to her sister, and to Daniel, who's disappeared, as she sits alone in the quiet. It's peaceful; only a few people seem to be out and around. She doesn't begrudge their presence. If anything, they keep her grounded and remind her that she's not really in Wonderland. That's enough, she thinks.]

[aslandish]

[ Few though they may be, there are some who venture out into the cool air and enjoy it regardless.

At some point, a small puppy comes waddling up to Alice, brown and floppy-eared. A stray. ]

[cruelwonder]

[She looks down at the little dog, surprised. She glances up and looks around. No one seems to be calling for him. She turns back to the animal, sliding off of the bench to crouch beside him.]

Hullo. Are you lost?

[She reaches out tentatively for him to sniff her hand.]

[aslandish]

[ And sniff the little fellow does. Tentatively snuffling her fingers questioningly, he inches closer...and flops at her feet.

He's a little clumsy, yet. ]

[cruelwonder]

[She smiles, reaching out to pet him gently. She sits on the ground, pressing her apron out to cover her legs.]

Poor thing. You're quite cute.