( closed ) when i'm lonely, in a world of my own, there'd be new birds

[oyster]

CHARACTERS: alice hamilton, axel zorn, hatter.
LOCATION: some random corridor somewhere ( for alice and axel ) and a tbd place ( for alice and hatter )
WARNINGS: pot usage and possible language. other than that, i don't think there will be anything?
SUMMARY: just a sort of catch-all log post for random happenings.
NOTES: ---

for axel:

[ Alice is heading back to her room after getting something to eat in the one of the kitchens when she smells the pot. And it's not necessarily that she's against marijuana use, it's just that she'd rather people stick to their own rooms if they're going to use it instead of stinking up the entire hallway. Discretion as well as respect for the fellow passengers - you never know who might be allergic to the smoke - isn't too much to ask, is it?

So she starts walking down the hallway, following the smell so she can go ask whoever it is to take it elsewhere. ]

for hatter:

[ She's sitting on her bed one night, flipping through a random book but not really reading it when the door opens. Fingers still holding the corner of the page, Alice glances up to see Hatter on the other side and despite her best efforts to keep it in check, a smile spreads across her face. It's not exactly wide or anything, but it's definitely noticeable. ]

Busy day at the tea shop?

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[raffish]

[ Discretion and respect for others - well, here are two things that you will not find Axel complying. He's a loud bastard with an allergy towards authority, of course he is going to be an asshole about the whole deal of smoking weed. Sure, he usually keeps it to his room, but it's more because he has been a lazy ass here at the Tranquility.

There is literally nothing to do except wait for another fucker to be killed by-- by whoever it is. He would be terrified if it wasn't something he was used to it by now. Of course, most of the time, he acts like nothing scares him, but sometimes, he lays awake at night, staring at the ceiling, wondering if he's going to die. He hopes that at least Porky the pug will bark loudly if a sneaky killer gets to him. He would like to lay out a punch once or twice before going down.

But, right now, that's far from his mind. He's got a ball (actually, it's a sock all tangled up) that he's throwing around the corridor, playing with the fat pug while dangling a joint between his lips. He's laughing and being loud, of course, and Porky follows his example, barking excitedly while waiting for Axel to throw the ball. As Alice turns the corner, she is going to get a ball-sock heavy with dog drool at her feet, as it lands with a wet sloooossh, followed by the fat Porky barking as it follows it, skidding across the corridor. As he sees her, however, he jumps back, walks around in circles and then barks at her, daring her to throw the ball. ]

C'mon, Porky, get the ball.

[oyster]

[ Alice startles slightly when the... sock-ball comes flying at her, instinctively taking a step back to keep from actually getting hit. When it falls at her feet and the pug comes running up to her, she looks a mix of disgusted (how is that thing even ball-shaped anymore with all that drool?) and amused (because the pug really is adorable).

Nudging the mock-ball with her foot, Alice glances down the hallway and spots what she assumes is the owner of the dog. She doesn't have to assume he's the source of the pot smell, though, considering the joint she clearly sees hanging from his lips. ]

Aren't you worried you might hit someone with this? [ She nudges the sock again, attention shifting to the dog as he barks at her. ]

[raffish]

[ Porky wags his tail (actually, he's even wiggling his butt with excitement) and when she nudges the sock with her foot, he barks again, running around in circles before grabbing the sock and running clumsily back to Axel, who is a little distracted staring at the boring ceiling of the hallway, taking a hit of the joint, before he's called back to reality when a voice talks to him. He makes a 'huh' kind of sound and blinks slowly and heavily, staring at the woman, and then he smiles. ]

No. [ He says simply, bringing the joint to his lips and inhaling three times, thick smoke wrapped around his lips as he pulls back. He holds it in and then lets go, forming little circles as he exhales the smoke. ] Are you worried you might get hit?

[ He smirks a shit-eating grin and crouches to grab the soggy sock-ball, throwing it again near Alice (obviously), and Porky barks happily, skidding on the floor for a second before running after it. ]

[oyster]

[ Alice watches him, frowning slightly when he takes his hit. There's a small part of her that's actually thankful he's not smoking a cigarette out in the middle of the hallway, though, because that's not only worse for you and those around you but it's also disgusting. She has little to no tolerance for things like that if they're in public areas. ]

Yeah, actually, I am. [ Which is why she takes a slight step back when the sock comes flying at her again. ] I'd prefer to not be covered in dog slobber, even if he is adorable.

[raffish]

[ Not a cigarette, just a joint. IT'S NOT THAT BAD, REALLY, WEED IS BETTER THAN TOBACCO! ]

Don't worry, he's a good catcher - and a gentleman. [ Axel speaks with a strong Swedish accent, even though the translator can easily translate anything from his mother language. ] He would not slobber all over a hottie like you.

[ No shame, this one. He grins at her and takes a drag of the joint, holding down the smoke. He holds it between his thumb and forefinger, turning his wrist slightly towards her. ] Wanna a whiff?

[oyster]

[ A hottie like you just gets a slightly amused look from Alice; eyebrows lifting a touch and the corners of her lips curling faintly.

When he offers his joint, though, the look disappears and she shakes her head. ] I appreciate it, but no, thanks. I was actually going to see if you'd mind taking it somewhere a little more private. [ Not to stop, just to take it elsewhere. ]