#bdrpalice

@go-askalice​

These days, Lou made sure to spend plenty of time with Opal. The twins were becoming more mobile and vocal, and while this was lovely, it also meant that they were becoming quite a handful. One year old toddler was difficult enough, but two of them took much of everyone’s attention. Even with all three of them. There was twice the laundry, twice the dishes, and twice the appointments. 

So, Hades, Belle, and Lou all made sure to take Opal out for her own little event at least once a week, though they tried to do so more than that. 

Today, Opal and Lou were out, building themselves a snowman. Or, well, a snowprincess, if Opal had anything to say about it. They had been out for a while now and their snowprincess was coming along quite nice. Opal was babbling along pleasantly about feeding the snowprincess’ nose to Philippe later, leaving Lou to ponder the ephemerality of art as he packed snow together. 

When a shadow fell over him, he glanced up from where he was crouched. “Bon jour, Alice,” he said without exchanging his expression and going back to packing the snow.

“Bon jour, Alice!” Opal parroted. She waved and then went back to patting her snow pile. “Bonjour, Opal.” 

@kovu-blackwell, @curiousxrr, @lou-bonfightme

When Kovu had come to him on the heels of his rejection from the Council with a mission on his lips, Simba had felt uneasy. It was hard to say why. A mission was the perfect thing to get the young Jedi’s mind off the defeat he felt at what had been told to him in the council meeting. 

And still, Simba worried. He worried as he arranged for a ship and sent for Toulouse and Alice o accompany them. They would need back up, he had told a put out Kovu. They had no idea what they were about to walk into. As they were preparing, the Senate received notice of an unregistered ship dropping out of hyperspace near Hoth. It was as good a place to start as any, so they all dressed warmly and piled into the cruiser and Simba set the coordinates for Hoth. The ship jumped easily into lightspeed and as they cruised smoothly through the stars, Simba swiveled his chair to face the rest of his team.

“Now, we know there were at least two Mandalorians that kidnapped the queen, however we could be falling into a trap of more of them. Or, they were clearly hired by someone powerful and wealthy, so there could be any number of things that await us.” 

“We should stay together and stay alert when we arrive,” Toulouse nodded in confirmation. “There is a possibility that they’ll be waiting for us.”

“Though, we can hope that we have the element of surprise on our side, eh?” 

@curiousxrr​

Shock was at the comic book shoppe because she fucking liked comics, alright? That shit wasn’t just for boys. And sure, she couldn’t afford any fancy gaming systems (RIP to the Adamson Gameboy circa 2010), but if she could she would totally be a gamer girl. She’d played tons of games in the hospital because people liked to donate fancy gaming systems to sick kids in hospitals. 

She was browsing, not really sure what she was looking for--

When she found something better than a fancy gaming system.

“Well, well, well,” Shock chimed as she rounded an aisle to see the perky blonde that had kicked her ass in that weird Pokemon dream. “Look who it is: little Miss Venosaur.” She said it with a coy smile and sugar-sweet voice.

@alice-in-every-land

Toulouse was just closing up the large art gallery. He’d been here by himself, after hours, simply wandering round and round. The bright, clear white lights helped him think. The natural light streaming in from the all glass walls and doors on either side had been good too, when the sun had been there, but as the sun had set, Lou’s eyes had adjusted.

The gallery was a long stretch of plain white walls, with rows and rows of hooks hanging at different heights all along the walls. The center of the room housed white square columns of varying heights on which perched sculptures. 

He was alone, or so he thought. 

When he came upon the blonde girl, he simply stopped walking, furrowing his brow slightly. He had locked the doors, hadn’t he? He was generally quite responsible (paranoid) about those kinds of things. Immediately, he was wary. But, could you blame him, in a town like this?

“Hello?” he asked, striding towards her purposefully. “The gallery is closed. You cannot be here.”

@curiouserxalice

She stood, her elbows on the counter, hunched over it. Her fingers picked through the plate of fries on the counter, prioritizing the ones with the most cheese on them first. Chippamunka’s was dead. As the only employee on at the moment and a restaurant full of empty chair’s, Tiana was beyond bored.

While work had been something she hadn’t done as much of, Tiana still worked a little. Now all her free time was taken spending time with Kiara and looking towards getting a restaurant in order. Opening one just fresh out of school wouldn’t be an easy feet. 

Eyes glazed over, still absent mindedly picking at the fries she made for herself, Tiana was pulled out of her day dream when the bell rung. She looked up, sleepy eyes attempting to regather themselves. 

When she saw a blonde step through the door, Tiana stood up, meeting the girl’s eyes. 

It was party time. He had spent all week fretting over it, he got the perfect lights, the perfect caterers, the perfect decorations, the color scheme matched perfectly. No garland this year, it was too bulky and out of style. He went with gold, red and white. Everything was sleek and modern, but the reds and the gold still gave it a traditional air that was crucial to any sort of holiday get together. 

And his get together was extreme. There were about 100 people invited, from all over Swynlake and from towns in neighboring areas. Everyone here was from high standings. They were dressed elegantly, in long, expensive dresses with pretty white gloves and swirly hair. The men were all wearing ties and suits that cost at least six weeks of pay for the average minimum wager.

Henry was on his best behavior tonight. He’d had a few slip ups recently, but his father would be there watching him today. Everything was going to go well. He was going to converse with the guests respectfully and all would go well.

He saw a pretty young blonde hanging around the food area. She was dressed nicely, but she didn’t seem to be focused on the party playing out around her. Curious, he walked over to her. 

“Excuse me, miss, is the party enjoyable for you?”