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[thatoldthatkind]

[ Today is a rather odd dream. Normally one thinks of tea parties and the such when they find the Hatter of Wonderland. Instead there is a room, filled to the brink with unfinished hats and pieces of clocks littered all over the floors. Clocks and hats of every era. Be careful where you step! The fellow in the cowboy hat and tweed long coat doesn't seem to notice you--but he will if you step on anything in the room. Or touch anything. He's laying on his back, cowboy hat on his face, twiddling fingers on his chest and seemingly asleep.

Tread carefully. ]

(( ooc: THEME POST! The Doctor is a twist on The Hatter of Alice In Wonderland. What his story is in this dream, well, you'll just need to ask and see. ;) ]

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[redfoxoflyonya]

[He has never seen so many clocks before, and certainly not anything like this. The ones he's seen are very primitive, especially in comparison to some of the more modern ones.

He wanders around the room, looking at the clocks and mostly ignoring the hat. One of them chimes and figurines come out of the top and dance around. He's entranced by it and reaches out to touch the clock. It's nearly magical to him.]

[thatoldthatkind]

[ Suddenly the man sits up, fumbling with his hat and placing it on his head. He whirls around, snapping his fingers and pointing right at the boy that was wandering about the room. ]

Oi! That's not for touching. No hands on the clocks!

[redfoxoflyonya]

[He startles and drops his hand. Most children might apologize or say they weren't going to break it. He doesn't.]

I haven't seen one like that before.

[thatoldthatkind]

Of course you haven't! I made it.

[redfoxoflyonya]

[He looks a bit awestruck.] Did you make them all?

[waterfell]

[It's really asking too much to ask Ami not to be interested in the things in this room. In fact, she's just picked up a particularly curious little clock and is turning it over in her hands to examine it. She gives a quick, sharp glance to the sleeping man. Had he noticed the tiny noise?]

[thatoldthatkind]

[ A hand lifts up and points straight at Ami. ]

Now that one was a gift meant for the White Queen. She didn't like it too much. It was too red! It's pink, not red! Put it back. I've got to make a better one before I skip off to her court and hand it back to her. Before the Slitheens show up. But, we've got the time. Everyone has the time now. Time is all sorts of wrong, but, not much we can do when you're handling it.

[waterfell]

Why put it back? If it's the wrong color for her, why not sell it to someone else?

[She may be mistaking him for someone who makes rational sense.]

[thatoldthatkind]

You don't just sell things that belong to others. Even if they don't like it. It's rude!

[waterfell]

If she won't like it, there's no chance of her buying it. Besides that, you're still making the one for her.

[hero_complexed]

[ Whoa... what kind of room is this? Harry steps very carefully into it and makes sure to avoid stepping on anything though that is kind of hard to do. He looks around to see if anyone's around and though it does take a moment, finally noticed the guy laying on his back. ]

..H-Hello?

[thatoldthatkind]

[ The Doctor sits up, hat falling off his face as he turns to look at Harry. He stands and dusts himself off. Dust flies up everywhere around him. Ah well. ]

[hero_complexed]

[ Harry coughs on the disturbed dust and waves it around with his hand before getting a good look at the man as recognition sets in. ]

Er... sorry... did I wake you?

[thatoldthatkind]

No! I wasn't actually asleep. Funny how that works, eh?

[hero_complexed]

...Not really...

[ Just... staring. ]

..what are all these for? [ Clearly, he means the hats ]

finally made it!

[findmyownreason]

The tromp of heavy, steel toed boots announce his arrival and there's an impressive sword over his shoulder that's almost as big as he is. Blue eyes and pale eyebrows are fixed in a permanent scowl however and it's not the fact he's walked as far as he can, the rest of the path too blocked by what looks like junk to him to go further. Rather it's the blue he's wearing. The blue dress with the poofy skirt and the white apron that's somewhat messily been tugged off center to be exact.

There's a blue ribbon in his hair to match it, just as delightfully puffy as the skirt.

Clocks, hats and strange men aren't quite as high on his list of priorities as usual for some reason. The voice is definitely too low for the crisp, girlish dress.

"Can we get this over with?"

welcome, welcome!

[thatoldthatkind]

He bolts up and straightens his tweed jacket, situating his cowboy hat. He steps over the piles of hats. He holds up his hands to try and keep some from falling over before making his way over to the man in the ah... lovely dress.

"Yes, hello! You need a hat? I've got plenty of them. As well as watches."

XD

[findmyownreason]

Okay. Well, the strange man gets points for not mentioning the dress right off the bat. Cloud watches him pick his way through the - stuff piled up everywhere.

A hat might hide the obnoxious bow but he suspects it won't do much to salvage the rest of his outfit. He does finally concentrate on the oddities around him enough to pick up on the consistency of them. It seems stupid to ask but he can't help it.

"You sell watches?"

:3 <3

[thatoldthatkind]

He's seen some odd things in his lifetimes. A man in a dress is not one of those things.

The Doctor spins and snaps his fingers, pointing at Cloud. "Yes! I do."

[findmyownreason]

Excuse him, he's going to bring a bit of logic into the conversation even though they'll probably both regret it. Because - looking around at the piles and drifts and scatterings -

"...

Wouldn't it be easier if they were in order?"

[hasevolved]

[Another day, another dream. Violet's walked into this one wearing some semblance of Alice Liddell's outfit: the blue dress, white apron, black shoes that click against the floor. She's also sporting a black ribbon in her hair, which she removes almost immediately, making a face as she comes to a stop.]

... This is trippy.

[thatoldthatkind]

It's only trippy if you fall over! Watch your step! Seriously, there are watches on the floor. Don't step on them!

[hasevolved]

[So there are. And she is careful, frowning as she steps around the watches.]

What's with all this stuff?

[thatoldthatkind]

Stuff? Stuff! It is not stuff! It's hats and watches. Very specific stuff!

[hasevolved]

Hats and watches. [She puts her hands on her hips, surveying the room.] What's it all doing lying around on the floor?