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Truman was sitting by the fireplace again, seemingly engrossed in his book about great explorers of history.
He's very distractable though.

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"Unexpected, yes. For me more than you. I had not ever dreamed of finding someone with the potential and curiosity necessary for such a journey."

Truman remarked, "Really?" He seemed a little flattered at that.

"Uh, thanks?"

"You think too little of yourself, Truman. I sense we are alike, you and I. Figments of deranged minds, made manifest. Our very will enough to break our chains and grant us freedom in the world, or worlds as it may be. Its a recipe for greatness, really. I just don't have the ambition, because I'm a cat."

Truman listened to that with some wonder. Though he knew he wasn't a figment. He was real, just everything else that wasn't. No argument on deranged mind though.

"Oh sorry to hear that I guess," While Truman had lots of ambition. To travel, to escape, and see everything.

He finally said, "How would I go on this journey then? A door, fall asleep...?"

"There are several ways to start from here. Mostof them use dreams, which is troublesome. One of the locals has providence in that department, and from what I hear, he can be nosy. There should be a door, however. There almost always is..."

It thinks for a moment.

"Alice might still have the key... You'll have to find Alice. Nice girl. Blue dress. Pennifore. Carries a very large knife."

Lifting its paw as if holding something on its paw pad, it stares at the empty space there. Then that space isn't so empty, filled up by a vial of bright red fluid that glows faintly. There's a little tag attached to it that says DRINK ME.

"You'll need this, of course. Can't readily go the way you are. Don't drink it until you're ready."

Truman missed out on many books, including fantasy books like Lewis Carroll. More conditioning against exploring, or being imaginative. As much as it didn't work.

So as it was, Alice or the bottle wasn't ringing any bells in his head.

Truman picked up the bottle, and stared, "Alice, blue dress, really big knife. Ok... thanks. What's this do?"

"And somebody's involved with dreams? Who's that?" He doesn't know about the Endless yet.

(ooc: slowtime ok? mun's got to go to bed.)

It puts its paw back down, dismissing the bquestion with a twitch of its ear.

"Don't know yet. You'll have to try it and see. And presumably, Dream is involved in dreams. Rumor has it, dreams are what he is. Not that it matters, because everyone who is anyone knows that it's what you do, not what you are, that matters."

(OOC: Night!)

"Dream, and dreams..." Truman remarked to himself, still with some wonder.

He then said to the cat, "I guess I'll keep an eye out for Alice then. Thanks again."

"Oh. And if you do decide to go, you'll probably want to order a White Rabbit from the bar. Specifically do not order it from a bartender. There's no guessing what they might give you. Order it straight from the bar. With it, you should be less likely to get lost."

The Cat fades out until there's nothing but a grin floating by the fire, which stays there for several minutes before disappearing as well.

Truman nodded, "Will do." He stared at that grin a little though. Creepy. Hopefully this was worth the adventure at least. He carefully pocketed the bottle, and went to go look for Alice after retrieving his book.

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