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Dite's Decadent Delights [Tuesday]

Of all weekends to explore the mainland. Of all weekends.

Irene had figured out how to download old radio broadcasts to her phone, and had spent the morning putting away her new clothes (Sherlock had marvelous taste, of course, but she did like to go shopping on her own) and listening. The stories she'd heard of collective insanity were clearly true, and while she was mostly concerned about what had happened to her own shop (and how anyone had gotten a key in the first place), she had to admit the whole thing amused her more than it should.

Possibly because she hadn't been involved. She might have found it a lot less funny if she'd been afflicted.

Once she arrived at the shop, Irene set to work trying to see if anything had been disturbed this weekend -- so far, nothing, but she also knew better than to think that what she was seeing superficially was accurate. She was already planning on spending the afternoon checking what sorts of calls had been made from the phone, whether the cash drawer was off, and checking the inventory. (Particularly the edibles, since that sounded like what had been used this weekend, if anything from her normal inventory.)

Honestly, she was already a paranoid sort of person, and her new shop being affected by some sort of oddness and Irene herself being unaware of it put her ill at ease, even in the wake of how funny she found all of this.

[open shop is open!]

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She's double-and-triple-counting the money, just in case.

Enjoy the sex toys without talking to the dominatrix.

I really don't want to drink a second cup of coffee but I think it might be tragically necessary.

Since he had little else planned for today, he thought a visit to this particular establishment might be both informative and enjoyable. Wonderland definitely did not have shops like this though Hatter really wished they had.

He stepped in, sipping some tea, and took a look around.

"Counting your riches?" he asked as he wandered closer. "Are the sex starved teenagers finally paying off?"

"Checking for theft," Irene corrected, looking up from counting a stack of twenties with a small smile. "I hear we might not have all been ourselves this weekend."

This just meant that she was going to get it doubly bad next time something happened, but she didn't know that.

Kitty had meant to see how Irene was doing, and doubly so after the weekend.

Also she was supposed to look for stuff but first things first.

"So, welcome to Fandom, we're really weird," she greeted her.

"Ugh, don't remind me," Hatter said, giving a rather dramatic full body shake. "I have been doing my level best to further ruin my mental health by repressing that."

And he hadn't even had it that bad. He just thought he did because he was melodramatic and not fond of not being himself.

"So I hear," Irene said with a bright smile. "I'm afraid I missed out, though."

She paused, making sure her twenties and tens were in nice stacks, and added, "I'm really very broken up about it." Obviously. "Anything happen to you?"

"Nah. Well, not aside from the cops trying to bust my bar and then hauling my bartender down for questioning in the murder of someone who wasn't actually murdered," Kitty said. "Where were you?"

"Tell me," Irene demanded, leaning forward on her elbows eagerly. "What sort of person were you? What devious deeds did you get up to? Did you lurk in the shadows, a vigilante to deal with the seedy underbelly of society?"

She'd gotten the gist of what sort of weekend it had been, yes, if not all the details.

"Baltimore and Washington," Irene replied easily. "I've never spent much time in the States before, and I wanted to get some shopping done. Figured I'd make a weekend of it."

But where she had spent her weekend was much less interesting than what Kitty had said. "Were we not much for following actual judicial procedure, this weekend? It sounds like everyone was a bit...reactionary."

"No, I was none of that and it was terrible," he said, waving a hand around and shaking his head. "I was bloody good. I wore a tuxedo."

He rubbed at his neck in remembrance of that awful bow tie. "All I did was run a terribly named restaurant, that ended up being set on fire, and get threatened because all I was completely on the up and up. Honesty, morality and loyalty. That was me and it was bloody awful."

He gagged again and tried to soothe his pain with another sip of the tea he'd brought over from his restaurant.

"What terrible traits to have," Irene said dryly. "You ought to call your mum so she can be properly ashamed. But more importantly -- first off, is your place still on fire? Because you probably should see to that. And secondly, have you got any photos of yourself in this tux?"

Because she was curious.

"My mum is dead." Or so he assumed. There hadn't been a lot of contact there in...forever. "And my place is definitely not on fire. That was the first thing I checked when I came back to myself yesterday."

He'd had curtains and tables replaced anyway because he didn't even want to take a chance of fire damage being found by some overly observant eye.

"As for photos of myself in the tuxedo, unless some roving reporter snapped one when I was flailing about like a fish trying to put the fire out, I don't think I have one, no. Why are you asking?"

"Going by my radio yesterday, that's the most polite word that could be said about it," she agreed. "By Sunday I hid out with Clint where everything was normal and my chances of getting shot and stuffed in a dumpster were nil."

"Because you don't seem like the tux type, normally, and I'm very sad to have missed that," Irene said, deciding that was the easiest bit to respond to. "How bad was the fire?"

"At least there doesn't seem to be any lasting permanence to it, though if someone shot me and stuffed me in a dumpster, I think I'd rather have a hard time looking at them the same way ever again. Who's Clint?" Irene asked, tilting her head curiously.

"Perhaps you'll get to see that at some point in the future."

Though, he'd tell her to not bet money on that possibility because formal wear and Hatter were not two things that went together very well.

"The fire wasn't terribly bad. I was able to put it out with my jacket and a few of the absolutely fantastic -- " Heavy sarcasm there. " -- staff coming to my aid with glasses of water. I suppose I should be glad they didn't try and use bottles of nearby wine."

"Maybe some handy cannisters of petrol," Irene offered. "It sounds like it was that sort of weekend, where everyone's minds collectively abandoned them, and instead everyone chose the most extreme way to react to any given situation. From what I've heard, anyway. I wasn't here."

So sad. So so sad.

"Yes, I don't recall seeing you at all during my dealings," Hatter said, tapping his chin. "What were you getting up to? I hope it was fun, at least."

"I spent the weekend on the mainland," Irene said airily. "Shopping, mostly. I'm almost sad I missed it. I think I'd make a rather nice femme fatale, crossing my legs prettily and getting people to light my cigarettes for me."

As though that was a big departure from her day-to-day life.

"It's all right. I've been assured I'll probably have to suffer through something bizarre at some point. Apparently this sort of thing happens a lot around here."

"That's what I've been told as well," he replied with a shake of his head. "I'll have to make sure I'm better prepared when that next time does roll around."

Not that he could do much more besides leaning on what he'd brought with him and continuing on with trying to find some connection back home so he could replenish, if need be.

"But, I do agree with you," he said, tilting his head. "I think you probably would have been exceptionally popular this past weekend. Had suitors lining up to sit at your feet."

"My boyfriend. Blond, great arms, world's best dog? You might've seen him," she said.

"Probably for the best," Irene decided, shaking her head sadly. "I can't have that many broken hearts on my conscience. Just the thought is enough to do a girl in."

She started putting her little stacks of money away, and glanced over at him. "So, I hear that at some point we all might flip-flop genders. That's one to look forward to. Not sure how we're supposed to prepare for it, though."

"I haven't, but now I'll be sure to keep an eye out," Irene decided, not voicing her disappointment that Kitty was off the market. Not that she was looking, but still. "Been together long?"

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