OOC: OMG WE ARE BACK IN BUISNESS. Unless you're Kory, because APPARENTLY, you're not here. Steve Martin. Anyway, I'm going to assume that time hasn't stood still at all in 'Twas Brillig land, and just nudge it ahead to, say, Fall. That's only a few months after we started, which gives us enough time to give 'em more stuff to do, but I'm guessing they haven't yet jumped full-on into the band thing yet. I MAY BE WRONG on that, so just poke me and tell me. There's no heavy emphasis on the band in this post, so.. It's all open to y'all's wishes!
Autum in Wonderland was an absolutely beautiful time. Winter was magical, summer was grand, and spring magnificent, but autumn was by far Lis's most enjoyed time. All around her, tiny leaves fell from the trees in deep, vibrant purples, and eye-aching oranges. Slick yellows and surprising blues dotted areas upon the ground as well, many of the Wonderland trees knowing just how to colour-code as they let their leaves fall. The air seemed to grow thinner, and when one breathed in, they could swear it snapped into their lungs in a brisk fashion, bringing a delicious sense of refreshment to their mind and bodies.
Lis loved waking up on a fall morning (when normally she'd never dare to see the front end of eight) to look out onto the hills that surrounded her house to see the many swirling colours of the Wonderland kaliescope greet her eyes. It instantly put her into the best of moods and she more than happily would leap out of bed to see the sun rise, just so she could watch the way the light would catch the spectrum and paint it all across her walls. She would waste no time in bolting to her parents' room and leap into their bed, just to shake them awake to see the beauty the land of wonder would show them. While John often encouraged this "don't let yourself grow jaded and cynical" outlook that Lis had, when it was seven thirty in the morning and he had been up all night with his love the night before, a joyful turn of foot to see the sun was the last thing he wanted to encourage. The same went for her mum, and after receiving a rather harsh telling off, Lis stuck her tongue out at the slammed door before she jogged back up to her room, picking Hewson up from his charger and placing him in the iPod deck, flipping to the newest album she'd placed into his memory and playing the music as loud as she dared before twirling in place, cheerfully moving to the groove in nothing but her pajama shorts and a comfortably clingy tee-shirt.
As she had no majour plans for the day, she saw absolutely no reason to dress herself and head out into the world so soon in the morning. However, her father had a different idea, and less than a half-hour after she'd turned on the New Pornographers, he threw open her door and snarled that she needed to get out of the house right now if she was going to blast that shit so loud and create such a bloody racket with her dancing. "Dammit, Astrid, we're trying to sleep here."
While she could've clammed herself up to bitterly whine about how her dad really didn't understand how exciting it was to dance and exploit the wonderful mood the season had left her in, she didn't, and rather reached for her off-white Wings shirt, a long-sleeved black number, and her thick warm jeans. After creating her outfit and brushing her teeth, Lis lifted Hewson from the dock, placed her rose-coloured glasses on (though it was arguable that she always wore them), nabbed her black and shocking-magenta scarf and jigged her way out onto the street.
She became reserved only when she was situated at the back of the bus that would take her into town, though her head bobbed and her toe tapped along with the rhythm of the song, her mind working out the guitar chords. Once she left the comfort and safety of public transportation, her legs found dance again.
"It was crime at the time, but the laws have changed now!" sang Lis at the top of her voice as she danced her way down the checkered sidewalk, her iPod held tightly within her claws. Her eyes were closed against the slightly hazy fall day, paying absolutely no mind to the creatures that gave her a wide berth as they wandered down the street. They didn't let the fantastically tall individual side-step her way into them, though some did watch as her feet, clad in deep red leather boots, shimmied across the large checks in the footpath. Her extra-long tail whipped out around her as she threw in an extra twist, ending to look into the side window of a cafe. She grinned to herself and clicked down the volume of Hewson, dropping the music player into her back pocket and shifting her sleek headphones around her neck. Casually and quietly, she cleared her throat of any sort of obstructions that would cause her voice to crack or fail, her demeanor instantly changing once indoors, away from the crisp air and fall weather.
She shifted her scarf as she quietly ordered a soy mocha with sugarless chocolate, sneakily watching a familiar form as he sat relaxed in a cafe chair. Paying the food worker and taking her recipt a moment later, she walked feather-footed to where Rupert was, not making any sound until she clapped her hands down on top of the table, grinning and speaking right into his ear, hoping she would be able to startle her friend.