Gregory Dust meets Alicia

Catt Hatter:  *The
London rain painted the lamp-lit streets in a glimmering, yet strangely morose
sheen. A small flicker could be spotted darting it's way up the street as it
did it's best to avoid the falling water.*
Curse these rainstorms! *A small faery grumbled as he perched in the small
shelter of a window ledge to catch his breath. This weather hadn't helped his
situation any after he'd gotten lost.*
Now how am I supposed to find this gall darned Society? *He complained to a
rumble of thunder.
Unbeknownst to him, he had already arrived, and someone inside had noticed
him!*
Alicia Ghast:   (ALICIA
LOOK OUT YOUR WINDOW!)
*alicia grumbled in protest as, once again, her thoughts were interrupted by
her Narrator trying to make her meet someone. She looked outside to see a...*
(Faery...? I think?)
*faery... on her windowsill*
Catt Hatter:  *Just then
a gust of wind sent the rain into the tiny person's shelter. Alicia could've
sworn she heard him curse angrily as he got splashed against the window glass.*
Alicia Ghast:   Oh! *she
quickly opened the window and gently picked him up, putting him inside on her
desk, then closed the window* are you okay? Do you need a towel...?
Catt Hatter:  No. I like
being able to fly, thank you. *He said, flapping his brown spotted moth wings
gently to dry them. His antennae twitched in irritation while he shook his head
to try and get the water out of his hair.* Thank you for letting me in. Now,
could you tell me where I am? I have to get somewhere.
Alicia Ghast:   *she
giggles* you're so tiny and angry. Why are you so angry? *this was the first
time she smiled for a couple days.*
Where you are? I think it was called... the Society of Arcane scientists...?
Catt Hatter:  Oh, and
I'm sure you'd be in a rosy mood after flying for a week and getting lost in
the d**ndable city, only to nearly drown in a rainstorm! *He replied
sarcastically, flicking water droplets off his autumn coloured clothes. Alicia
couldn't tell if he was trying to be funny or not.* Wait, did you say
"Society of Arcane Sciences?" *He said, looking up at her. Standing
at his full height he was about three inches tall, with red hair and bright
turquoise eyes above a short beard.*
Alicia Ghast:   Yessir, I
did. *leans forward, squinting* ... your eyes are lovely. As for your flying
problem, how about being teleported to another, like, demention, and when the
opportunity to go home comes around, this little voice that only certain people
can hear doesn't let you go home and be with your kids and friends and you sit
in your room for days wondering if the crazy murderer who only wants to make
your life Hell has killed your son. *smirks* I think if I can smile after that,
you can deal with being tired. Mister.
Catt Hatter:  *He pursed
his lips in thought.* It sounds like you have a lot on your mind, *he said.*
Why don't you tell me about it? I have been sent by their royal majesties, King
Duam and Queen Thead, who have heard of the work and tribulations going on
here. As a demonstration of their support, they decided to send me to serve as
your psychological counselor. My name is Gregory Dust.
Alicia Ghast:   It's nice
to meet you, mister Dust.
... what are you?
== Obtained From ==
Role-playing page for pg. 65
Category:Side Story
Category:Introduction Stories
Category:Tales from the ER