A Musebox

⪧ Found a Fallen Oyster;

You've woken in a box, no memory of how you've gotten here and no idea why there's a strange ivy tattoo now on your person. You aren't given much time to consider it either as the floor beneath you gives way and you're sent crashing into an ocean. Perhaps you manage to swim to the docks in the distance, perhaps some kind soul traveling by boat pulls you to safety-either way, you find yourself on the docks on a strange city. The few people lingering the streets run when they notice your tattoo.  All except for one man.

Why's Hatter in such a rough part of town? That might have something to do with the contraband tucked in his pockets. When he spots the tattoo, his face lights up and he introduces himself with a flourished bow. 

"Well, well. Aren't we looking a lost soul? I get the feeling you could use a bit of a helping hand."


⪧ Instant Gratification At A Price;

You've stumbled into the Tea Shop, a strange market where everyone isn't screaming for stocks but instead trying to price emotions. The shop is chaos. A small man at the front is showing off a small bottle of green liquid, claiming that excitement is down in price for the next five minutes only. A few men are squabbling in the corner over an ounce of joy. A frantic woman is offering a few drops of passion in exchange for a meal.  Everyone is shouting, a fight may break out at any minute.

A man appears to your left, a teacup in hand. It smells herbal, but with all the strange liquids passing hands it's hard to tell what he's drinking. He takes a sip, snorts as a punch is thrown. "To think, we haven't even brought out the Satisfaction yet." 

He turns, casting a considering look. "You're not not joining the fray. Not interested in the usual wares? Bored with being happy?" He sounds like he's reciting a sales line. "Perhaps you need a taste of something more exotic, hm?"


⪧ Whole New World?;

He's shown up out of nowhere, dusting off his leather jacket and moodily adjusting his hat. You think he may have stepped through the mirror just behind him, though that must be just a trick of the light. No one can just walk through a mirror, can they? Even if he keeps shooting the mirror strange, dirty looks. 

When he catches your eye, Hatter puts on a clearly forced smile still eyeing his reflection like he expects his mirror self to come jumping out. "Yes, you there! Hello. Not to bother, but you wouldn't happen to know where we are, now would you?"

 

⪧ Wildcard;

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