WEEK 3

[whimsicalism]

All three deaths last were tragic in their own ways. Was trust so fragile in that castle that a simple misunderstanding could end in blood? It seemed to be the case. The trial proved that without a doubt. Surely no one else would make that mistake again. As another week begins the tea cup elevator has granted access to a new area. Maybe the new amusements of a festival will ease your wounded hearts?

Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday

[It's time for week three! We're almost half-way done with our trip in the castle. Don't forget to submit your memories here and your activity here. Even though, the Queen seems to be a little more steady on her feet you can find her and the other Alice at the audience hall. As always, don't forget to submit your comments for fabulous prizes.]

Comments

[ballooncaged]

[Yeah, it's... It's nowhere near the knife. Hm. Though this is creepy in a completely different way that will sink in once she hears about the teacup door.]

We've learned that Alices' weakness isn't knives.

[Her voice is shaking, each word forced like crawling up a staircase. She wraps the knife up tightly in a cloth from her coat pocket, then stows the package away in same.]

In Sector M? We put knives away.

[whimsicalism]

[It didn't kill her but it definitely wasn't a superficial wound.

But, congrats, you have a doll dust covered knife.]