During the procession, Alice has the look of someone dangerously close to cracking with laughter despite all her best efforts to be nice and put-together for the ceremony. In fact it's probably less despite and more because—elegance is not her natural state of being and the more she thinks about not looking stupid in front of all these people the harder it gets not to do something that'll make her look stupid in front of all these people. Ain't that the way.
Dressed, this time, in a slim silhouetted dress that matches her hair dye and escorted by Gerry in all his gothic glory, she does otherwise at least look the part and she is—despite all prior objections to the idea she even fits this thing, Gerry—enjoying herself. She gets her flower crown, she pins the boutonniere on Gerry with a bit of a shit-eating grin on her face, she takes her seat and watches Dahlia approach whilst still sobbing no less than she was when they were all told the results. Thinks good for her to herself (and is immediately glad no one can see the meme image that automatically appears in her brain with it).
And then the ceremonial stuff is over and Alice immediately slumps in her chair like the very concept of proper posture has insulted her. "Thank christ, two more minutes and I think I might've— I dunno, exploded because I hadn't talked in too long or something."
She'll be hanging around the head table long enough to eat, drink and have a chat with the rest of the court for a good while.
Be Merry
Eventually, Alice leaves the head table to mingle and even do some dancing. There is zero shame to be found in her out on the dance floor, especially after a couple glasses of wine, nor in her attempts to pull friends out there with her. After the last few months, she really just wants to try and have a good day for however long it lasts.
Ballad of the Damned
How long it lasts is, of course, only until night begins to fall and the infernal band takes the stage, throwing the party into all-consuming misery. Mournful music floods the air and it is only the fact that Alice's deal with Dahlia offers her some protection that means she doesn't break down under the weight of the images drawn back from the depths of her memories.
(Her parents dying right in front of her when she barely felt like an adult, yet—having to step up for Luke, having to close down the leftovers of her parents lives one mundane phone call at a time. Arguments with Sam and the dreaded we need to talk that heralded the trajectory she'd always assumed her life would had changing entirely. Endless days alone in her shitty little apartment, disconnected from the outside world by the night shift and endless failed relationships that never fill the void. Always the last one standing in the office, the only one who can stick it out, sacrificing every principle and relationship she needs to stay sane.
The plague, here on the island, people banging on the door begging for help. Aster looming over her and her capitulating all over again. More and more arguments with Sam, baggage yet to be unpacked.)
The sorrows swells, but she can swallow it down well enough to stay moving. Not just to stay moving, but to try and find people. She has to find people. She has to help.
[ OOC: characters within arms length of Alice will be offered the same partial protection from infernal influence, as part of the boon she has. This effect will fade once they're away from her again. ]
Alice Dyer | OTA
Flower Court
During the procession, Alice has the look of someone dangerously close to cracking with laughter despite all her best efforts to be nice and put-together for the ceremony. In fact it's probably less despite and more because—elegance is not her natural state of being and the more she thinks about not looking stupid in front of all these people the harder it gets not to do something that'll make her look stupid in front of all these people. Ain't that the way.
Dressed, this time, in a slim silhouetted dress that matches her hair dye and escorted by Gerry in all his gothic glory, she does otherwise at least look the part and she is—despite all prior objections to the idea she even fits this thing, Gerry—enjoying herself. She gets her flower crown, she pins the boutonniere on Gerry with a bit of a shit-eating grin on her face, she takes her seat and watches Dahlia approach whilst still sobbing no less than she was when they were all told the results. Thinks good for her to herself (and is immediately glad no one can see the meme image that automatically appears in her brain with it).
And then the ceremonial stuff is over and Alice immediately slumps in her chair like the very concept of proper posture has insulted her. "Thank christ, two more minutes and I think I might've— I dunno, exploded because I hadn't talked in too long or something."
She'll be hanging around the head table long enough to eat, drink and have a chat with the rest of the court for a good while.
Be Merry
Eventually, Alice leaves the head table to mingle and even do some dancing. There is zero shame to be found in her out on the dance floor, especially after a couple glasses of wine, nor in her attempts to pull friends out there with her. After the last few months, she really just wants to try and have a good day for however long it lasts.
Ballad of the Damned
How long it lasts is, of course, only until night begins to fall and the infernal band takes the stage, throwing the party into all-consuming misery. Mournful music floods the air and it is only the fact that Alice's deal with Dahlia offers her some protection that means she doesn't break down under the weight of the images drawn back from the depths of her memories.
(Her parents dying right in front of her when she barely felt like an adult, yet—having to step up for Luke, having to close down the leftovers of her parents lives one mundane phone call at a time. Arguments with Sam and the dreaded we need to talk that heralded the trajectory she'd always assumed her life would had changing entirely. Endless days alone in her shitty little apartment, disconnected from the outside world by the night shift and endless failed relationships that never fill the void. Always the last one standing in the office, the only one who can stick it out, sacrificing every principle and relationship she needs to stay sane.
The plague, here on the island, people banging on the door begging for help. Aster looming over her and her capitulating all over again. More and more arguments with Sam, baggage yet to be unpacked.)
The sorrows swells, but she can swallow it down well enough to stay moving. Not just to stay moving, but to try and find people. She has to find people. She has to help.
[ OOC: characters within arms length of Alice will be offered the same partial protection from infernal influence, as part of the boon she has. This effect will fade once they're away from her again. ]
Wildcard
Hit me.