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May 6 2018, 04:28 PM
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Get it to work, get it to work, get it to work…
<p>Those four words hummed through his brain on a loop as the man moved through his workshop, the clutter of hats at various stages of completion making navigating the room a maze in itself and hardly easy for somebody who wasn’t Jefferson to find whatever they might need. Other than Dormouse, and occasionally visits from Chesh he was usually on his own here, not that company would have provided much other than a distraction from his task. It would only waste time, time he could be spent creating hat after hat after hat in effort to reach his daughter. As of this moment, none had been successful, still.
<p>To him, he had no idea how long he had truly been trapped in this realm, as for all he knew any amount of time could have passed by without his knowing. It was as if each second had merged into one great nothing, each tick of the clock was too much for him to bear and so time became…broken. An eternity had already passed, he’d focused forever on one thing. Making these goddam hats. All his energy, time, everything he had left was thrown into making such headwear. Not that there was any he could consider successful, no matter the change of materials or methods in which he created them. Each simply refused to open a portal to bring him home.
<p>He kept working on his hats though, determined that there must be something, something he could alter in order to make the hat work. He wouldn’t allow himself to give up, and so his pain, his…insanity was woven through the stitches of each creation.
<p>The man settled himself at his bench and began threading a needle, muttering to himself whilst he worked angrily before all too soon someone, not mouse or cat shaped entered his workshop. At least, he’d only just noticed the figure from reaching across the table in search for a pair of scissors – the person, (of course no other than the Queen of Hearts) may have been standing in his room for any amount of time for all he knew. And so upon realising her very much unwelcome presence, the Hatter jolted himself upright in a nervous surprise. Yelping a slight, “Ah!” before glancing down at the array of fabrics scattered in front of him and using the scissors to begin cutting through one of the patterns while continuing to mumble to himself about something to do with the colour of the material.
<p>With the strip of fabric in hand, the man grinned and held it up before standing to his feet to dip his head and curtsey dramatically “And what services can I do for you, your Queenliness?” he giggled and scratched the hair underneath own top hat anxiously. Of course, his question was offered more as a bemused greeting than an actual question. The man swallowed, tilting his head slightly as he blinked at the woman darkly before adjusting his neck scarf so that it would better cover the scar on his neck, his mind felt scattered and so he wasn’t able to hold the Queen’s gaze for long and his attention quickly snapped back to the piece of fabric fluttering in his hand like a limp flag.
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Okay, so this whole portal jumping business just might have been a little (a lot) trickier than…than he’d hoped. Of course travelling by hat could hardly be the most comfortable form of transportation, even when portals were involved. Which perhaps, they were the problem. Admittedly, he might have been a little overexcited in testing the hat out and had jumped through into many different realms over the past few days that it all had sort of become a little bit too much for him. Maybe. Which was obviously his own fault, but all the same he just couldn’t help himself, this new life he was beginning was thrilling.
<p>It was all so much better. He didn’t have to be just an ordinary thief anymore, Jefferson, ah, Jefferson will soon be living a life of utmost luxury. Right? Now he could truly start living. After all, it wasn’t as if he would have gone through all that effort in order to steal just a regular top hat. Although to be fair, he did now like to think the attire quite suited him. But that wouldn’t justify thieving from a sorcerer, all that trouble? Leaving Zach? No, no, no, it had to be worth it…it had to be this hat.
<p>Because…portals. See?
<p>He was going up in the world, and figuring out this hat was how it was all going to start. He’d visited more realms than he could have possibly dreamt up, each just as… different as the next. It was insane. Of course, there had been some he’d found stranger than others mind, although with all worlds containing magic in some form or another it made an odd sort of a sense for things to be a little unbelievable in some places. Wonderland was an example of this, it had been…an interesting visit to say the least. And it was that very realm he had intended to return to. He’d a job to do, collecting some strange type of fruit, not that he particularly cared as to why such a piece of fruit was needed. Of course, it seemed to be something his ‘employer’ was willing to pay a lot of money for. That’s all that counted.
<p>But apparently, his geography had gone very wrong. As nothing about where he’d ended up appeared to match up with the map he’d been provided with at all. Because for once, this was meant to be an easy task! It wasn’t every day you’re provided with a map after all. So seriously? He was certain he’d entered the right realm at least, it certainly felt strange enough to be Wonderland anyway, not that he could exactly point himself as an expert of the place yet. “Oh bugger” the man eventually muttered and let out a confused sigh, scratching the back of his head with one hand before moving to pick up the tall hat that lay on the ground a few paces from where he’d suffered his rough landing only moments ago.
<p>“Trust a map of all things to betray me” he mused, stuffing the piece of paper back into his pocket and flicking the hat back so that it sat comfortably on his head. He didn’t fancy another trip in the hat all too soon anyways, not while he was feeling this ‘travel sickness’, and from what he could tell he was in the right realm. So all he had to do was just get back on the right path, things would just take a little longer than originally planned. Nothing had changed. And so he began to stumble forwards with a groan, still feeling slight dizziness from his method of travel. Something that he hoped he’d one day get used to. Finding some kind of path or sign would be a good start, and then no one would need to know that he’d miss calculated a jump here.
<p>Totally a professional.
</br>Tilly Rogers <3 let me know if you need any changes! ^^

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Apr 8 2018, 06:37 AM
Portal jumping had quite literally opened doors for Jefferson, career wise of course, if you could even call thievery much of a profession. At least it was by no means the safest, especially when magic was involved. But still, wasn’t it all worth it? He definitely thought so anyways, because with this hat, as the ‘Hatter’, he could see the entire world, and rob it…but details, details right? He’d seen more realms he could have thought possible and this was only the beginning, and he certainly wasn’t about to give something like this up. Hell, what was the point in stealing a portal making hat if he wasn’t going to use it? To be honest, he even thought that the top hat even quite suited him nicely.

Currently he’d been tasked to retrieve some pearl necklace belonging to one of Wonderland’s quirkier residents. All he needed was one pearl mind, to do the job, not that he was ever entirely clear of the reason why he’d been tasked to retrieve such an item. Such specific details was never all that important, in some ways it was perhaps better not to know everything. After all, he didn’t doubt that when magic was involved they’d be some…interesting characters with potential questionable morals at times. All the same, they were paying him so the intended use of such items were often irrelevant to know. The pearl wanting woman who’d tasked him on this venture of course had some reason for wanting them retrieved, he assumed some mystical property of value to her.

Anyway, to get paid he first needed to actually steal those pearls (always easier said than done). But he’d managed to enter the collector’s home pretty safely, using an enchanted box to place the necklace inside to wear away any tracking spells should its keeper have placed on the jewels should the collector try and search for them. After all, he didn’t intend to get caught with these things now did he? So with the pearls in their box, and top hat on head, the man had left in a bat of an eye. Total professionalism at its finest, and so he set off down a path towards the location he’d been told to meet for payment. The stones he walked were a faded array of colours, and so he counted them “Three yellow…one red…and two blue on the right!” he turned off the path as instructed and cursed to himself about how he should have wrote all these directions down.

However, before he could even think about the next sign he was supposed to be looking out for, a loud sort of a crash sounded behind him resulting in the man tripping up over a stray root…falling ‘gracefully’ onto the grass, his satchel spilling open and tipping out all its contents onto the ground. The box, while it had been enchanted against tracking spells, would have perhaps been more beneficial to have some enchanted lock on it for the necklace spilled out and snapped and thus scattering the pearls everywhere. Jefferson could only groan from where he lay before waving his arms above his head to scatter a couple of blue birds who had come to see what all the fuss was about. Apparently today’s success was quickly running out already, lovely.

Kit Schrodinger <3 & Thomas O'Malley <3
ooc – basically there are pearls everywhere! And whether or not that crash was caused by zach & Thomas or something else is up to you <33
Dec 9 2017, 08:14 AM
Storybrooke. Ah the irony! Because boy he had been so close, or at least however ‘maddening’ being stuck in Wonderland had been, there had still been magic. That was all he needed and yet, this one little thing was completely denied from this realm entirely. Things couldn’t possibly have been designed better, and ha! He’d helped let it happen. Hell, he’d worked for the lovely Regina, he’d served as portal jumper for years and look where he’d ended up. It was as if things could only go from bad to worse. Since in Wonderland, he hadn’t exactly been completely alone. He’d had Dormouse and Chesh to look after him, since, it was hard to make any sense of sense of anything when you’re desperate.

And god he was desperate.

After finding out that his daughter, the beautiful girl who lived next door wasn’t even his here, it had been soul destroying. This ‘Paige’, with her happy, perfect family. That was what he wanted, but however painful it was he couldn’t help but continue to watch them all through his telescope. They were the closest thing he had left, a short echo of what…of what was meant to be his. A torture couldn’t be better than this, watching these imposters every day. It had become a weirdly strict part of his routine, as he saw with every single person in the town. Nothing changed. Ever. He knew what time Paige would come home from school, what friends she had made, everything. And so for this family, he both loved and yet hated at the same time.

He needed to get back to Grace.

The hats, well, he hadn’t exactly stopped making those. His workshop only grew after years of making them, failing time and time again and watching the towns repetitions fold in front of him. If Wonderland hadn’t been something to drive a person insane, well, this would be the next. Everything here ran like clockwork, nothing changed. Comfortably so. But he wouldn’t give up, all he needed was a tiny spark to send him home. And he would do anything to get it, this was the whole bane of his existence, he couldn’t waste any time not searching for his daughter. And so, he didn’t sleep. He couldn’t sleep, or at least not properly. He might work himself into a sort of pained unconsciousness now and again, but the tiredness never left.

Experimentation with his tea had helped to knock himself out for short bursts of time, but it was never worth it. He just stayed in this cycle of whatever the hell this all was…until she, a strange woman had appeared in Storybrooke. And she’d been here for perhaps a little more than a week or two now, it was…new. And she had to mean something, and so he watched her. He knew her work hours at the ice cream shop, he knew where to find her, her name….but her purpose? He hadn’t a clue. She didn’t belong here like the rest of them…she had to mean something.

And so, finally he decided it was time to meet her. Not wanting to waste more time, he made his way over to the shop. It was evening and he assumed that the woman would start closing up soon, and so he stepped up to the door, pushing it open gently and stepping inside the shop. Turning to flick the sign that hung there to ‘closed’ and locking the top of the door shut. From the inside of his coat pocket he moved to grab his gun, although let the weapon hang low to his side as if he was still contemplating whether he would need it or not. Anger, paranoia, desperation. His hands turning white as he gripped the weapon tighter, and pulled himself up to stand tall, his attempt at keeping himself somewhat together before moving his gaze to search for the blonde woman in the shop, “Miss Fisher” he started stiffly, and stepped forwards. Before offering a strained smile, it didn’t suit him.

Ingrid <33
Notes: set just over a week from Ingrid first arriving in SB, during the first curse ^^
Dec 3 2017, 07:46 AM
So this was it. And dear god he felt like a right mess, staring at his reflection in the mirror of his car, the man rubbed his face roughly into his hands with a heavy sigh. He didn’t like feeling this…this nervous, it wasn’t as if this was going to be some huge serious thing. No, this was all meant to be a bit of fun. To raise money for the school, this could only be a good thing, right? None of this was meant to be stressful, and yet here he was sweating like a mad man. Which only made him feel worse, because he didn’t want to ruin this for anyone, not Grace, Indy or heck, the school itself. It wasn’t as if he’d had a good track record for things exactly going ‘well’ for him over the years.

He knew his daughter was meeting some friends, and he was happy for that, but right now, he needed her more than anything. She was always going to be his number one, she was his hero in all of this. And in some ways, the prospect of dating felt like a betrayal to her. Not that he was sure she didn’t understand these things, and well, they both knew that when you found happiness you should cherish it. But…at the same time it just felt wrong. And so he wanted someone to just tell him what to do here, what to say, what to wear. Everything. Because surely it shouldn’t be this hard.

But perhaps this was a result of him caring, he couldn’t deny the fact that he liked Indiana. Hell, he liked her an awful lot, more than he’d probably let himself show. A shaky sigh escaped him, and finally he climbed out of his car, running one hand through his hair in effort to calm himself down. He had to play this cool, right? Although to be fair she already knew how much of a coward he was after their problems with the Horned King's Castle, no thanks to Lola of course. Not that he blamed the blonde, but well, when a person brings you to a place infested with zombies…that isn’t something that you’d forget in a hurry. Her intentions had been good though, he had to give her that.

Walking inside, he straightened his jacket and awkwardly patted at his scarf as his eyes scanned the hall in search of Indy. Eyes eventually falling on the brunette, his mouth immediately hung agape as he froze completely stunned still, completely marvelled by her. His heart raced inside his chest as he stared at her for a moment, before slowly reaching upwards to remove the top hat from his head. Coughing softly, his mouth widened into a broad sort of a grin, “Hello” he dipped his head to her gently, “You look…you look stunning” was all he could say, utterly found speechless by her presence.

Indiana Cartier <333
Notes: jeff is wearing a *cough* non – portal making top hat, with an orange ribbon around it while wearing this lovely suit! <33
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