[hr]ATTN: [hr]There were three things you needed for a successful party:

1. Food.

2. Drink.

3. Atmosphere.

Now, Alice could easily handle the first two requirements with whatever she could find lying around. As long as she had water to boil and bread to serve, she could make a small tea party out of that. However, Terauchi Temple was in pain, in mourning; she'd suffered, and needed a proper party.

For that, Alice would have to break out the big guns.

Marching from end to end, then from corner to center, four times over, at the center, Alice would remove her hat, and set it on the ground.

"[color=976f29][i]Ahem~[/i][/color]"

Alice cracked her fingers, before squatting down, and touching the ground, "[color=976f29][i]Let's see... mourning... celebration... A somber atmosphere, reserved and safe...[/i][/color]"  she says, eyes closed, "[color=976f29][i]I understand. You take the safety of those within seriously, don't you, Terauchi? I'll bring their smiles back. I'll throw your party...[/i][/color]"

Alice opened her eyes, glowing with a magic; wild, wonderful, and wicked, all the same.

"[color=976f29][i]Invites, invites, o' send out the invites,
Promises of joviality and sublime delights,
Send them, send them, to the gutters and to the manors,
Tell them, Tell them, to the paperboy and to the planners,
Deliver them, whisper them, well into the nights!

So, so worrisome, these crying eyes,
So, so, troublesome, these broken ties,
A party, a party, I bring, I bring,
A party a party, I'll sing, I'll sing,
With treacle, tea and tarts, I'll try, I'll try!

A sober day has come to past,
A sober day with designs to last,
Away, away, I pray, I pray,
Away, away, today, today,
Away, away, this gloom, I cast!

And, so I say, I say...[/i][/color]

[center][color=976f29][i]Callooh... Callay... [b]O' Frabjous Day...[/b][/i][/color]"[/center]
Alice closed her eyes... and, so it was.

Insidiously, yet explosively.

Subdued, yet overblown.

Soothing, yet invigorating.

Magic flowed from her hat, from her piece of Wonderland, and herself, and washed over the damaged village; from the ground, rubble rattled and prattled, jumping and bouncing, before finding itself, and making itself whole again. In waves, the magic washed over the village; repairing; restoring; rebirthing - from the smallest silverware to the largest building, from the earthen cookware to the wooden furniture, from the finest ring to the simplest sock.

In all things, a little joy returned and grew, until it was whole and hale.

As new as the day it was made.

Followed by cups and cups of treacle, tea, and tarts; to soothe the mourning, grieving bellies, minds, and hearts.

A far and wide party, yet it was all quiet and calm.

Standing, Alice returned her hat to her head.

"[color=976f29][i]Now, then... let's party,[/i][/color]" she says, tears running down her cheeks, "[color=976f29][i]Everyone's invited...[/i][/color]" before she fell on her ass, and flopped onto her back, "[color=976f29][i]I'll take my tea, now.[/i][/color]"