Ozma had moved farther down her path, and found out more, piece by piece, about this world. A snippet here from a traveler, and a bit there for an overheard conversation, or any place else she could get the bits of information she needed.

Her small presence was a blessing for getting information, but she realized quickly, in this place would make it hard to lead a revolt. She had been considering several options, including masking herself back into Tip, but had finally settled on just finding help. She couldn't go at this alone, and the people here didn't seem so thrilled with the situation that she couldn't find those to help her.

She just wasn't sure how to go about it.

So she sat, and waited, and listened patiently for someone. She knew, eventually, it's come.

Things were relatively quiet in Ozland, and that made Knave uncomfortable. Not nervous, because few things made him nervous. Not even the ravings of the Queen worried him greatly. He'd escaped beheading once before; he was certain he could do it again. But lately he'd managed to remain on her good side without trying. Probably because he had no need to rile her up by stealing her treats since one little White Rabbit was keeping him satisfied in the snack department. As for other satisfactions...he was taking his time with those.

But for now, things were quiet and that concerned him, if only because he saw it as the inevitable calm before the storm. He wasn't sure what he was expecting to happen, but he didn't expect things to remain calm and sedate - especially not in a place as genuinely weird as this - for very long.

Who: Knave & Rabbit
What: Have dinner. Knave gets quite a taste.
Where: The woods near the edge of Ozland, and Rabbit's cottage
When: After this.
Rating: It gets just a little racy but not so bad.

Knave had only an hour, hour and a half maybe before he had to go and present himself and a report to Her Royal Craziness. He had time to kill and he knew just how he wanted to spend it. He crossed the gardens, passing the maze on his left and went for the kitchens. Tea Time was not long after his report would be done, and The Queen herald would be certain to be there, directing the kitchen staff to get everything just right.

Or heads would roll, of course.

But as much as the sweet smells called to Knave, he wasn't there there filch treats, not this time. He was looking for one White Rabbit.

Caterpillar was, well, in the process of..."letting his mind go." He had been traveling for a while now with no particular destination in mind. Of course, he kept getting side-tracked every so often, but somehow he always found his way back to the path that he'd been taking.

At the moment he was resting against an old tree, smoking something that smelled...slightly sweet, yet not. Spices, maybe...But then again, with this particular man, it'd be hard to tell just what might be in his pipe. Yes, his pipe. Because his hooka would take too long to put together, and he'd have to dig out the pieces and well...He's being lazy. It's been a long day, after all, and walking does tend to take the wind out of his sails, so to speak.