[When Alice finally makes it onto the bank with the help of the ice turtles, she's shaking like a leaf. People don't do well in freezing cold water at the best of times, seven-year-olds even less so. Her teeth are chattering as she's trying to figure out what just happened.

One moment she was checkmating the red queen, the next, well...

She hugged her arms around herself, trying to get warm. Even a caucus race sounded good right now, even if she'd be no drier for it. She watched as the little turtles dropped off a red and white queen chess piece and she bent down to pick them up.]

O-O-Oh d-d-dear... [Her teeth interrupted her speech. Was she even in the Looking Glass anymore? After putting the two pieces into her pinafore pocket, and drenched to the bone, she walked over to the nearest person.]

I-I-I-I b-b-b.... [She tried again, opting for a short word.] E-E-e-excuse m-m-me... d-d-d-do you know... w-w-where in the L-L-L-Looking G-G-Glass w-w-w-we are?

[Maybe she should get dry before she attempts further conversation.]

[Alice had never been to an inn before. When she had been shown to her room, she couldn't help but wonder at the strange devices in it. Immediately, she made her way to test and push and press well... everything.

She's left the door wide open, currently, she's playing with the door of the microwave, watching the light come on when she opens it and then disappearing upon closing.]

Now how do you suppose... [She looks all around the box, trying to see where the light could be hidden. When she hears someone pass outside her open door, the little blonde runs over to them.]

You simply must see this incredible invention!

[Without hesitating, she grabs their hand to try and bring them inside to show them...

Well, the microwave.]

[Properly outfitted with winter clothing, Alice is going to practice the new magic she apparently has. For the moment, she's concentrating on just having the little snowball HOVER.

It's going surprisingly well.]

I got it!

[Yes, yes she does. She bounces on the balls of her feet in excitement and then bites her lip as the snowball keeps going higher and higher and higher and higher.]

Ah- oh no... no no come down!

[That... might have been the wrong thing to say or want. Because the snowball DOES come down... and promptly splats atop someone else's head to run down their back.]

If none of the prompts interest you, please feel free to make one or contact me at snickersnack and we can plot something out!]