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Dec 8 2016, 01:24 PM
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<div class="top">did someone pull you by the hand<br>how many miles to wonderland?</div>

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It was on a Saturday, quite some time ago, that Dinah had first discovered the undesirable effect of life on the wrong side of the portal. Or, was it the right side? Well, it was right or left, depending on which way one faced. Regardless, she had learned all too soon that she simply couldn't stay in San Francisco indefinitely. Not if she wanted to retain her memories of her dear, sweet Miss Alice and the life they had shared together, however short their companionship had been before Wonderland tore them apart.<p>

Beneath her favourite towering oak tree on the grounds of the University, Dinah's nose had been buried in a book for what felt like hours – and likely was. The young fashion student had been known to lose track of time quite consistently, often sitting beneath said tree until long after the sun began to set. Quite ironically, she'd been researching – for her own enjoyment – memories and retention when she marked her place and paused for a tea break. Usually, as she sat in the café swirling a teaspoon in her London Fog, her mind would wander to the tea times she and Alice had spent together. Dinah with her saucer of milk, and Alice with her tea and biscuits. This time, however, as her mind began the stroll down memory lane, she found herself hard-pressed to remember nearly as much as she used to. The vision of what she assumed should be Miss Alice was blurred, almost indistinguishable. The walls, floors and rooms of the manor she'd once called home had faded.<p>

As small as this may seem to some – she hadn't completely forgotten after all – it was quite the swift punch to the gut for Dinah. That manor had been where she had spent the majority of her life after all – the floors she'd tread endlessly, the halls and rooms she'd visited daily. Every night, as Miss Alice slept, Dinah curled onto the cushy throw on the foot of her bed and kept a close, protective watch over her human. Now, the room she assumed was Miss Alice's lacked detail – no more paintings, no toys and she'd been sure the walls were royal blue, not violet. Insignificant as it may seem, it stirred Dinah into a panic. She panicked her way out of the café and the entire trip to Haven Hill, keeping a calm exterior as her heart and mind were running amok. Why, all of a sudden, could she not recall the details of her old home? Memories had always been so vivid, and now they had grown dull. Fortunately, the lovely staff at Haven Hill had answers. Apparently, memory loss was a common occurrence, directly linked with frequency of trips through the portal. If one didn't cross at least semi-regularly, their memories would eventually fade, to be replaced with falsehoods of a full life in the real world. They'd recommended that if she crossed on a semi-regular basis, her memories of home would remain intact. Wanting desperately to hold onto the memories so close to her heart, cross Dinah did.<p>

And she crossed every third Saturday following. Perhaps it was overkill – after all, she didn't know exactly how long one could go without crossing before their memories grew dim – but there was no room for risk. She wouldn't even know what kind of person she would be without her memories of home, Miss Alice and Wonderland, and she did not intend to find out.<p>

The one thing she did enjoy about crossing, however, was that she was back in fur. Perhaps not on all four legs, as she appeared to be confined to the anthropomorphic state she'd adopted in Wonderland, clad in the same yellow dress and speaking plain English rather than Cat. Still, it made her feel a shred closer to the life she'd once had, and that was enough for her.<p>

It was on this Saturday, that Dinah found herself transported by the portal to a lake. Every trip never failed to leave her despondent. The vibrancy of home and of Wonderland had long since grown dim, replaced with dark, dreary skies and dead brush. Her world had been utterly mauled by the Darkness that she'd so narrowly escaped, and despite the sadness, Dinah was also relieved that she'd escaped. If the Darkness could wreak such destruction on such beautiful landscapes and wound so many lives, she most certainly wouldn't have survived. She was just a kitten, after all.<p>

To that end, Dinah always made sure to have her wits about her when she crossed. Especially at the lake, as she had never learned to swim. The water was expansive and appeared black as night, which led Dinah to question its purity. Just as she was about to cautiously dunk a paw in for a test, the soft crack of a twig breaking pricked her ears. Frozen in place, Dinah looked over her shoulder. It was a good twenty feet away, but the consistent rustling that followed led her to believe she may no longer be alone. Turning around with wide eyes, Dinah shrunk just a bit, fur prickling down her spine. Her voice escaped in a meek question.<p>

"Wh-who's there…?"

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<b>+ tag</b>OPEN! <br>
<b>+ notes</b> little dinah is kind of scared ok help.</div>

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Dinah was, unfortunately for her in this world and with her schedule, a nocturnal creature. Despite having to awake in the early hours of the morning to attend a full day of lessons, she found it incredibly difficult to do so, as quite often she would find herself awake and lounging on the couch with her computer or curled up with a delicious cup of – likely caffeinated – tea and a good book that would carry her imagination into the late hours of the evening.<p>

She assumed this was due to her habits, and regardless of whether or not she had enjoyed her cat naps and midnight waltzes through the house as Miss Alice's pet, as a human this habit was quite infuriating. In short, she relied on caffeine to get her through her days, as well as an excellent lunch to spur her into the afternoon frenzy that were her hands-on design courses. The San Francisco campus had no shortage of delicious cafes to choose from, but she had a long-standing date (most days of the week) with one of her dear friends, whose sandwiches outdid any commercial bakery or café by far.<p>

Doug was a lovely fellow, one of charm and gentility, with an honestly kind and sincere soul. She found that they were alike in many ways, including the sense that they were both very forthcoming with their emotions. "Wearing your heart on your sleeve," as Dinah had often heard such a trait referred to. Some would say it with a negative connotation, others insisted it was a very special gift. Dinah simply knew that regardless if a gift or burden, she wouldn't have it any other way – and she certainly wouldn't have Douglas any other way.<p>

The very first time her dear friend had surprised her with a sandwich, she hadn't expected it in the least. They'd only just begun to really know each other, and out of the blue he showed up in what she must have mentioned was her favourite reading place on the campus grounds, on what she must have mentioned was her lunch break, with a divine hot tuna salad sandwich – her favourite. She learned very quickly that Doug was an excellent listener, not unlike herself, for picking up these details she was sure she'd only mentioned in passing. Since then, it seemed he'd made it a habit to show up at least once or twice a week, fortunately now with a bit of advanced notice so she would know whether or not she should buy or bring her own lunch. <p>

At first she'd insisted he not waste his precious time doing such a hefty favour for her, and in turn he'd insisted by continuing to show up regardless of whether she tried to politely decline or not. Resistance was apparently futile, and Dinah had determined the only way to thank him for his efforts was to put in some of her own. In her spare time she often found herself knitting or sewing little outfits for his dog Russell. One, because it was adorable. Two, because it was the very least she could do.<p>

Arriving under the tree she and Doug so frequently sat to eat, Dinah laid out the little blanket she carried with her to class in case of his arrival and set herself down, cracking open one of her textile textbooks to read over before her friend arrived. Which, given his last text, could be any minute.

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<b>+ tag</b>douglas carl faraday <br>
<b>+ notes</b>cutie bff time! hope it's okay love <3</div>

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<div style="width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px;">dinah ★ alice in wonderland ★ kimberly whalen ★ lass ★ 21</div><p>

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<div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px;">I've heard people say that in the world of animals, a kitten is a rosebud in the garden. I'm not entirely sure what it meant, but I am not keen to agree. My life as a kitten, before Miss Alice and the curious adventure that followed, was terribly dull and frustrating. Imagine waking up for the first time in your life, amidst a pile of wriggling kittens, mewling and stepping all over you, desperate for the attention of your mother. I had eight brothers and sisters, I think. I may have counted wrong, but it certainly seemed like there were over thirty paws landing on my face and kicking me in the liver as they dove for mother's teat. I remember alienating myself from the group, wriggling away from mother until the chaos died down, so I could eat in peace. That very first instance set the tone for what would be the rest of my time spent with my biological family. Which, very gratefully, wasn't much longer.<P>

I spent the rest of my days separated from my siblings, of my own free will of course. While they played and frolicked, I chose to stay close to mother and observe them until they settled and I could explore uninterrupted. Their behaviour was very curious. Of course, I was no less curious than they, but I would rather observe my surroundings, sniff around the small, obnoxiously loud room in which we were enclosed, and attempt to discover a way out. Unfortunately, all my exploration was for naught. I was much too small to fit through the holes of the gate that had been placed at the much larger opening, and the three times I'd tried to clear it ended with me hanging by my very small claws from the top, my exasperated mother having to grab me by my neck to save my fluffy little life. I realized I was the most troublesome of my siblings. The others simply ran about until they tired and passed out wherever they'd set their tails, but I continuously had to be saved from small nooks and crannies that I'd gotten myself into in an attempt to find an escape.<p>

It seemed like forever before we were let out of that tiny enclosure, and were free to wander about the house. Or at least, I was. I'd run as fast as my little paws could carry me as soon as I saw an opening, and darted behind every large piece of what I now know was furniture. There were so many new smells, so many new places to relieve myself, it was a dream come true. A dream that was very short-lived. I had been the only one ingenious enough to escape - my brothers and sisters too obedient and attached to mother to ever dream of escaping to explore the outside world we'd been deprived of. As I pounced from behind one chair towards a wardrobe, I was snatched not by the familiar, warm mouth of my mother but by large, rough hands and stuffed into a box with the rest of my siblings, huffing in frustration that my game had been cut short while they mewled their ignorant excitement. What were they excited about? We weren't allowed to run around, mother wasn't even with us in this box and we couldn't see where we were going.<p>

Soon to come was a lid with perforated holes, dousing us in darkness with only small slivers of light to ensure we were still alive. My vision was confused and blurry, unable to distinguish the difference between darkness and light due to the bright rays, my siblings' excitement shifting to fear as they once again began to trample over me with their clumsy paws, knocking each other around as the box bounced and shifted above the ground. I conceded to closing my eyes and simply waiting for this nightmare to be over. Wherever we were going, I hoped there was plenty of room to explore. I also found myself hoping that my siblings wouldn't end up in the same place I did.<p>

Sure enough, the box began to empty as the rough hands picked up my siblings and delivered them... wherever they were meant to be going. I was the last kitten left in the box, and suddenly found myself missing the warmth my brothers and sisters provided. When it was my turn, the large rough hands opened the box and dim brown eyes peeked in before I was grabbed by my scruff, and handed over to another set of large, but much softer hands that cradled me like a baby. I didn't know what the large creatures were saying, or if they were talking to me, but I was certainly enjoying the warmth of the arms that embraced me. Yawning and turning in the large arms, I caught sight of what I assumed was the much larger creature's kitten, though she looked very different from myself. She was small but still much larger than me, with bright blue eyes, yellow hair and a little back ribbon atop her head. I found myself drawn to her, but before I could jump from the creature's arms I was moving, through the house and back outside to a medley of new scents and sounds, and set down at the foot of a big, red building. I wasn't certain if the scent was delightful or disgusting, but it was certainly different. My nose wrinkled as the creature that had carried me out bent down before me, rubbing my cheek.<p>

"Hello, little lady. Unfortunately one of our older barn cats passed recently, and you are the newest addition to the family. Your job here is to keep the barn clean of vermin and the farmland clear of greedy birds. Can you do that for us, Dinah?"<p>

I wasn't sure exactly what he was asking, all I knew was that whatever he was doing to my cheek felt wonderful. I assumed this would be my new home, and that my name must be Dinah by the way he looked at me when he said it. I closed my eyes and purred furiously, and he chuckled and said "That's a girl," before turning to leave. I moved to follow him, but he turned back around and told me to stay. I wasn't entirely sure what that word meant, but his voice was stern, reminiscent of the disapproving meow of mother, and halted me in my tracks. He disappeared into the house and I was left alone outside, free of supervision to explore my new territory. And thus I became Dinah, the barn cat.</div><P><BR>

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yes, miss alice</div><P>

<div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px;">The barn was nothing like the enclosure with my brothers and sisters. There were so many new scents, so many new creatures, and none of the other cats showed any interest in me. In fact, they were all rather standoffish and rude if I do say so myself. There were several very large, long-faced things that Miss Alice called horses, which she rode about the large plot of land with either her father, mother or sister. I didn't like these horses, they seemed very impatient and were always stomping their hooves and making the most godawful noise. Being chained in such a small little area would probably drive me stir-crazy though as well, so I suppose I couldn't be too upset with them. Merely indifferent enough not to bother - besides, they smelled funny and would surely kill me if I ever got underfoot.<p>

Oh yes, that little human I mentioned with yellow hair and a black bow atop her head? I gradually came to know her as Miss Alice, a very spirited young girl, just a kitten herself really, who made sure to sneak me little treats and spend time running about the barn and the vast land with me. Perhaps the humans she lived with in the large manor were like the other cats in the barn, and she and I were kindred spirits, bursting with curiosity about the world around us. She would spend hours talking to me, asking me questions to which I could only meow in response. Of course, I didn't know the answers any more than she did, and never exactly understood what it was she was asking, but she pretended that I was a wealth of knowledge and advice. SO long as that made Miss Alice happy, I was pleased to answer any question she had with a definitive 'mrow'.<p>

Thanks to the attachment between Miss Alice and I, I didn't stay in that barn for long. Several days a week, Miss Alice would sneak me into the large manor she always came skipping out of, and together we would romp about her bedroom while she imagined us on a wild adventure in a distant land, where I could speak and she could understand. Eventually she would tire of the play, and I would either curl up with her to nap, or slink about the manor and explore. Of course, I didn't know that I wasn't meant to be in there - if Miss Alice brought me in, surely this was allowed!<p>

I quickly learned it wasn't, as instead of congratulating me for using the house as a litter box, the larger human I had learned was Miss Alice's father, spoke to her very loudly and made her lovely, large blue eyes leak water down her ivory cheeks - which I now know is called crying. I simply wandered about Miss Alice's feet and rubbed against her legs, purring and mewling in utter ignorance. I knew Miss Alice's father was angry at me, but surely she wasn't! I tried to follow Miss Alice as she ran back to her room, thinking everything must be over and that it was playtime once again, but I was caught by the scruff and put outside.<p>

"I'm sorry, Dinah. I just don't think we should have a cat about the house. I know you and Alice love each other, but it must be a unanimous family decision to allow you indoors. Now, run along and catch some mice."<p>

I wasn't entirely sure why I was being left outside, when clearly inside was to be my new home. The door closed, but I refused to move. Instead, I mewled and cried, pawing at the door and pining after Miss Alice. It was much colder and far less comfortable outside, and there was no one to play with. I was still a kitten after all, full of curiosity and playfulness, but not really fond of the other cats in the barn, nor were they fans of me. They were all much older and had little tolerance for my play, simply falling asleep and stating their irritation with a low hiss, or turning their tails to me and going about their own terribly dull lives.<p>

Fortunately, later that night my cries were answered and Miss Alice came to the door, scooping me up into a warm embrace and cradling me close. I knew her father had been being silly, perhaps he'd forgotten that my bed was meant to be in the manor at Miss Alice's feet, not outside on a damp bale of hay. I was her favourite cat, after all.<p>

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a rabbit in a waistcoat</div><P>

<div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px;">From then on, Miss Alice and I were inseparable. I slept at her feet at night, and ran about them during the day, nipping and pawing playfully while she skipped and danced to her heart's content. She fed me delicious treats and showered me in affection and playtime. I knew as the days passed that I was never meant to be a barn cat. I was meant for Miss Alice, and Miss Alice alone. We were soulmates, kindred spirits of curiosity, whimsy and adventure.<p>

Miss Alice's least favourite time of day was always her lessons. I never really understood what the lessons were or why we had to stop adventuring, but admittedly I was grateful for the opportunity to curl up and take a catnap on her lap, re-energizing myself for the play that would always follow. There is one lesson, however, that changed everything, and I honestly curse the day that bloody little rabbit showed up. Miss Alice was chattering away to me silently as her sister droned on about this, that or the other thing, her slight fingers weaving together little daisies. Plopped onto my head, I was thus dubbed queen of the kittens and Alice giggled as I tried to get the silly thing off my head. It was far too big and simply impractical - I couldn't see at all! Though, Miss Alice's laughter did bring me great joy.<p>

Unfortunately, her sister simply insisted on sucking the fun and joy out of our day. I huffed indignantly as she tried to gather Miss Alice's thoughts and attention for herself, but of course, my dear girl simply wouldn't have it. For seconds later she was once again talking to me, and although I didn't really understand quite what she was saying, I did know her tone of voice. Full of whimsy and imagination, she was probably imagining a world for us to pretend we belonged, far from this one. According to her in this world, I would not meow, but instead would say "Yes, Miss Alice." Didn't she know that was already what I said? Hadn't she been listening all this time?<p>

Fortunately, Miss Alice simply couldn't be bothered with her studies any longer, climbing down from her perch on the tree branch with me in her arms and setting me down on the cool, soft grass. She told me all about this new world she was imagining, in which us animals dressed in human clothing and held jobs, where flowers sang and the brooks babbled. Honestly, I hadn't the faintest idea why she would want to live in such a world - I certainly didn't. I quite liked my life the way it was, my duties solely consisting of keeping Miss Alice happy and amused, eating delicious food and sleeping whenever and wherever I wanted. But I would give her an encouraging 'meow' every here and there, because as long as Miss Alice was in this new world too, I suppose I wouldn't mind adorning a dress and hair bow if it pleased her.<p>

My companion found a lush space to lay down and continue her daydreams while I ensured all the flowers nearby were properly destroyed, petals strewn about, and it seemed time began to slow until along came that bloody rabbit I told you about. Of course, Miss Alice being who she was, she simply had to chase after him. Naturally, I couldn't let her go on her own, and if anyone should be chasing rabbits it was me, my natural hunting instincts kicking in, hot on Miss Alice and the rabbit's tail. Admittedly I had never seen a rabbit speaking the language that Miss Alice did, nor one clad in a waistcoat and carrying a pocketwatch. It was absurd, and I should have realized that and perhaps stopped Miss Alice from following him into that dark hole. Something simply wasn't right, and despite my sounds of warning, Miss Alice was much too curious for her own good. No sooner had she crawled in, that she fell forward and downward into a dark abyss, waving me goodbye as she went. I watched her fall until not even my keen kitten eyes could see her any longer, and then panic sank in. Where was she going? How deep was this hole, and would she be able to get back out? I sat at the opening and waited, tail filcking anxiously, meowing every few seconds to see if she would respond.<p>

She didn't, and a deep sadness settled over me as the sun began to fade. Hours passed as I waited for my dear human, but there was no sign of her. I hadn't heard her land, and certainly the hole couldn't be that deep if the bloody rabbit had gone down it in such a hurry. It must have led somewhere. And perhaps, in that somewhere, Miss Alice was lost and alone. As that realization settled on me, I determined that I simply couldn't let that be the case. I had to go after her.</DIV><P><BR>

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<div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px;">I don't remember how far I felll or how much time passed as I did. Eventually I had the good sense to cling to a nearby opwn umbrella. I know the saying is that cats always land on their feet, but I wasn't sure that would be the case wherever I was going. Perhaps there, cats never landed on their feet, but on their backs. All around me cat furniture, treats and yarn fell and unraveled. One particularly large ball of light blue yarn was so tantalizing, I simply had to pounce. My claws latched on and I began to fall much faster, landing in a very tiny little room with a tiny door, through which I fit just fine. I noticed, however, as I landed, that I no longer walked on all four paws - I stood up on my hinds like Miss Alice! Although I certainly wasn't as tall as her, I was very much still kitten-sized. I wasn't quite sure when this transpired, perhaps during the quick bit of my fall towards the end, but I was very unprepared and wobbly as I tried to adapt to this new... stature. I'd even been adorned with a little yellow dress and pink hair bow, just as Miss Alice had said I would in her world.<p>

The next room I entered was bare, except for a door and a small table with a vial labeled "Drink Me", which I thought was quite demanding. Not quite in the mood for a drink, I tried to twist the doorknob only for it to wake up and begin speaking! I was beginning to wonder exactly what sort of world this was - did the place Miss Alice had always imagined, full of nonsense and whimsy, actually exist? The doorknob was quite qistraught to have been awoke, and informed me that because I was much smaller than the last person he had seen, and with much more fur he added, that I may be able to squeeze through his keyhole with just a simple lick from the bossy little vial. My next challenge was attempting to reach it atop the table. I managed to jump and dig my claws into the glass, knocking it over every so satisfyling with my paw. The glass shattered on the ground and I took a lick, shrinking ever just enough to prance comfortably through the keyhole, to whatever oddities lay on the other side.<p>

The doorknob had mentioned that the person before me, likely Miss Alice, had cried so many large tears that it had flooded the previous room and might have left behind some remnants, however all that remained in place of the tearful flood was a puddle to trudge through before I reached a group of strange creatures, what looked like birds and lizards running about on their feet, circling a rock in what a Dodo explained to me was a caucas race. Quite set on finding Miss Alice, I had no intention of joining, however was dragged in by a passing newt and sandwiched into the line, being pushed and shoved and hurried along by the others. Quite fed up, I took advantage of my cat-like reflexes to slip out of the irritating race that was wasting precious Miss Alice-searching time, and slunk away into the nearby wooded area to escape the distractions. I made it over several fallen logs before, out of the corner of my eye, I caught movement. I wasn't alone here, and I tried to pick up my pace to avoid what would undoubtedly be yet another maddening distraction, but was stopped in my path by two identical... well, quite honestly, rather round men (or I assumed that was what they were). I tried to ask them if they had seen Miss Alice and where she may have gone, multiple times, only to be met with several idiotic questions firing back at me.<p>

"What's a Miss Alice?"<br>
"Is it a flower?"<br>
"Which way did it go?"<br>
"Left? Up?"<br>
"Down? North?"<br>
"South? Right?"
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Until I thought my head might explode. Any way I tried to get around or through them, they halted, and any time I thought I'd slipped past them, they re-appeared in my path. It wasn't until they stared singing a song about something or another that I ended up able to slip away. But, I didn't get far. I heard a commotion in the distance, yelling and screaming "Off with her head!", and the ground shook beneath me as I tried to follow the voices. Perhaps wherever it was coming from, Miss Alice would be there too. Even worse, perhaps it was her head they wanted! I had no way of knowing, but assumed that the voices would lead me to my darling human, and with my excellent hearing, it wasn't hard to set myself on a steady track. I ran as fast as my little legs would take me, eventually shifting from two legs to four to speed myself up. But before I could get there, the screaming came to a screeching halt. It was silent, and I was left to navigate on the memory of the direction the cacophony of voices had come from. <p>

I wandered for quite some time, following the faint scent of my dear Miss Alice, before I came across a door. It appeared to be open ever just the slightest, just a crack, and I knew from the trail I had been following that Miss Alice must certainly be on the other side. It only made sense – although, in that place, nothing quite made anything near sense. I saw no sense whatsoever in staying. If Miss Alice had gone through that door, so too should I. The world around me was changing anyways, quite literally, something even less quite right about it than before. The skies were growing darker, and I could not shake the growing sense of impending danger. I could simply pray that on the other side of that door, where Miss Alice was, she was safe. But there was only one way I could find out.
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<div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px;">”The very last thing I remember of that life was falling again, much like I had when I tumbled into that strange place that I still have no name for. Only it was into darkness, until I landed here. And now we’re having this lovely, albeit I feel rather one-sided, chat.”<p>
“Well, Miss… Dinah, is it?”<p>

”Did I never mention my name? Terribly sorry, yes. Dinah Tenniel… I’m not quite sure where the inspiration for the last name came from. I never had one before, you see, I was simply Dinah. I suppose it’s the norm to have a last name in this world.”<p>

“… Yes, right. Well, Dinah, I would suggest that we definitely continue these weekly appointments. This world you’ve dreamed up-“<p>

”Oh, I didn’t dream it. It was all quite real, I’m certain. … I think.”<p>

“And that doubt is exactly the reason we should continue. Until you’re sure of yourself, until you surpass this stage of fantasy and your brain fully recovers from that nasty fall you had, some form of therapy to help you move past this. I mean… a previous life as a cat, tumbling down a rabbit hole into another world. It’s all very unusual.”<p>

”Yes! Yes, it was, very unusual. Not my life as Miss Alice’s cat, that is all very clear and very real. But this place, where I could stand on two legs, where rabbits wore waistcoats and flowers spoke… it’s all so full of…”<p>

“Wonder?”<p>

”… Yes. It was certainly a Wonderland.”</DIV><P><BR>


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NAME:
    I chose the name DINAH simply because i wanted to keep her name. i've always thought it was lovely, and so did she. ROSE was chosen because i thought it was a good fit as a middle name with dinah, and of course reminded me of the fabulous "painting the roses red" song. TENNIEL is the last name of the artist, john tenniel, who penned the illustrations of the first edition of alice in wonderland.
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<p>PLAYBY:
    KIMBERLY WHALEN. she is just precious okay. she seems to have a level of class and sophistication about her, which i think dinah would have (despite being such a playful and curious little kitten) having been raised in a lovely english manor home. the hair, the eyes, the soft features, just everything about her fit the image i have for dinah.
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<p>BIRTHDAY: april 11th.<br>

<p>OCCUPATION:
    STUDENT. dinah is currently studying apparel design and merchandising at sfsu. she quite fancied the little miniature dress that she found herself in in wonderland, and wants to eventually design pet clothing – to bring life to the little whimsical idea that her dear alice always fantasized about. being a student, she resides in haven hill in a quaintly decorated little apartment, and also attends therapy once a week due to the head injury she sustained falling from wonderland, which the doctors believe caused these “hallucinations” of her past life experiences.
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<p>POWERS & ABILITIES: she was a cat and therefore has an excellent sense of smell and hearing, has quick reflexes and can see very well in the dark. other than that, she is excellent with manners.<br>

<p>PERSONALITY:
    much like alice, dinah is a creature of curiosity, whimsy and adventure. she has an intense thirst for knowledge, eager to learn about anything and everything that she comes across, especially in this world now that she is a human like miss alice was is. although she is a bit confused and frustrated sometimes about everything that she experienced in wonderland, as she’s quite sure it was real but her therapist and the doctors insist it’s a fantasy. she has a superb sense of humour, although sometimes very dry, and despite her curiosity and the amusement that nonsense brings her, she does have a desire for a certain sense of structure in her life. she is also a creature of habit, and although she enjoys spontaneity as much as the next person, there are certain things in her life that need to be exactly as she likes them, even if as she likes them doesn't always make the most sense, nor is it the most organized. disorganized perfection, as she refers to it. there’s a place for every thing, and every thing in its place. she prides herself on being an excellent listener and will indulge in anyone's fantasies and imagination much like she always did for miss alice, but since her experience in wonderland she is very cautious about actually pursuing these outrageous fantasies and adventures, and fancies herself as a voice of reason among the madness. aside from that, she is a perfect english lady – or at least her definition of one – and enjoys tea time every day precisely at 4pm.
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<p>BACKGROUND:
    veeeeery little is seen of dinah in the movie, so i had the opportunity to take some liberties. dinah was born into the ownership of a cat breeder, who breeds tabby cats to be sold as barn cats. she ends up in the hands of alice's father, who recently had a barn cat pass and they needed to keep the numbers up in order to make sure their expansive barn and land was kept free of vermin. dinah, being a more playful, whimsical and adventurous little kitten, finds no interest in hunting mice and much more interest exploring. as soon as she and alice meet, they bond, alice sneaking her inside the house and feeding her when she ought not. alice’s father finds out due to an "accident" dinah had in the house, and after some family deliberation (i imagine to her sister's chagrin) alice is allowed to keep dinah as a house pet, thus allowing their bond to bloom further. they spend hours, days and weeks playing together, eating together, napping and sleeping together, and dinah develops a loyalty and devotion to her dear miss alice. i took the liberty to assume that when alice falls asleep during her lesson and ends up in wonderland, dinah falls asleep alongside her and ends up in the same dream world. after alice falls down the rabbit hole, dinah waits by the entrance for her human to come back, or let her know she's okay. after about an hour, dinah's worried her poor miss alice is lost somewhere down there, and decides it must be her duty to find her, and bring her back.
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<p>CANON CUTOFF:
    there is no direct canon cutoff for dinah, as i changed a bit of the story but kept the timeline in sync with the rest of the wonderlanders. dinah appears with alice in the dream that takes her to wonderland, and i took the liberty with this application to assume that perhaps dinah fell asleep alongside alice, and was drawn into her human's dream as well. as such she also sees the white rabbit, chases after him and sees alice fall down the rabbit hole. deciding to go after her to make sure alice is safe, dinah ends up in wonderland herself, although several steps behind alice. she eventually finds the very same door alice falls through into san francisco, and ends up there herself. i guess the cut-off of the canon movie is towards the end when alice falls through the door. dinah does as well, but a little while after alice.
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