#Mary Gowland

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Had to make a board for Gowland because he's such an underappreciated character.

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#619 - Mary Gowland from Heart no Kuni no Alice: Wonderful Wonder World

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Heart no Kuni Twin World Gowland 9th Scramble

Event List

Scene - ???

Horse “Neigh!”

Alice “.........”

Horse “Neigh-neigh-neigh!”

Alice “Hmm...”

I could hear the sound of water and the horse’s cries. The cries seemed to convey a feeling of "I'm tired!"

Alice (That's right... I'm tired too, just like you.)

Horse “Neigh, neigh!”

I felt as if I could communicate with the horse only through my consciousness.

...But that’s impossible; it’s just a feeling. I couldn’t see the horse, and my vision was pitch black.

Alice (Am I... sleeping...?)

I tried to delve into my vague memories. I felt like I had been dreaming.

Lately, I’ve been having strange dreams more often than encountering the Nightmare. This time, I returned to the room with the throne from above the castle gate, and was once again led toward the throne.

In the end, the Nightmare appeared again...

Alice (Watch out for Humpty and Dumpty. I was saying something like that...)

Alice (...As I thought, those two aren’t just characters in a dream. That dream must have some meaning.)

Alice (......)

Feeling bewildered by having such strange dreams without knowing the reasons or causes. At the same time, I was surprised that I was experiencing such a dream now.

Was I in a situation of sleeping? I had no memory of getting into bed and felt like I wasn’t in such a situation.

However, I couldn’t immediately recall my memories before having the crucial dream.

Alice (......)

Alice (......)

Alice (...I remember. I was riding Gowland and a white horse...)

Little by little, my memories began to revive. The cries I hear are from that white horse.

Alice (I was riding the white horse through the town... And then, finally...)

Alice (......... My body feels warm...)

Scene Change - Forest Path

Alice “.........”

Gowland “Oh, you’re awake. Good morning.”

When I opened my eyes and sat up, Gowland was next to me. It seems I had fallen asleep while leaning against him.

No wonder one side of my body felt warm.

Alice “Oh... I’m sorry. I guess I was completely asleep.”

As I apologized, I looked around. Suddenly, the lingering sleepiness disappeared all at once.

Alice “What... is this place!?”

I had arrived at what should have been a grassy area by the river after fleeing. I remembered sitting on the ground with Gowland, talking for a while.

However, somewhere along the line, my memory was abruptly cut off. I must have fallen asleep there, but until I dozed off, it had been a normal riverside.

Now, however, there was a river flowing before my eyes, but no water. Rather, was this even a river?

What flowed in front of me resembled something white and fluffy. It didn't have a clear texture like cotton, but felt more like a white gas...

Alice “.........”

Alice “.........”

Alice “...Cloud???''

There shouldn't be anything flowing in a river trapped between banks. Yet, it appeared to be a cloud.

Gowland “Ah, it seems so. Since we can hear the sound of water, there might be water flowing at the bottom.”

Gowland answered nonchalantly to my mumbled words of bewilderment. He didn't seem particularly surprised.

Alice “...Why aren't you surprised? It was just a normal river a moment ago... what does this mean?”

I asked, alternating my gaze between the cloud moving in puffs and Gowland.

Gowland “It flowed down from upstream while you were sleeping. It seems like strange clouds keep appearing.”

Alice “No, no. ‘Seems like’—you’re so casual about this…”

I had never heard of clouds flowing in a river on the ground.

...That said, this is a world where absurdities happen without a second thought. Perhaps Gowland easily accepted the clouds flowing by.

I still wasn’t fully accustomed to the wonders of this world. Frowning, I stared intently at the white flow before me.

Gowland looked at me and chuckled, saying, “Don’t make that face.”

Gowland “The upstream of this river lies in the territory of the Heart Castle. Strange clouds have been coming from there after that storm... so it’s probably due to that.”

Alice (Clouds from the Heart Castle territory...)

I recalled the clouds I had seen when I rushed over during the storm in the Heart Castle territory. This time, there were environmental changes that hadn’t occurred before, for some reason.

In the Heart Castle territory, clouds were producing rain not of water, but of candy and cotton candy. There was talk that the cause was a “mad existence”… possibly due to my presence as an anomaly.

It still didn’t quite register with me, but it was a fact that such phenomena were happening this time.

Alice “So you’re saying that this cloud also came flowing from the territory of the Heart Castle? It’s strange for clouds in the sky to flow in a river.”

Gowland “If you say that, then the very existence of clouds that rain candy from the sky is strange. It’s already mad, so it’s no wonder whatever else happens.”

Gowland “Perhaps... It fell from the sky and turned into a cloud again on the ground?”

Alice “Whaaaa...?”

I was taken aback, but Gowland remained calm. And it wasn't just him; the white horse was calm too.

Horse “Neigh!”

The white horse leaned its nose into the same white cloud, apparently eating it. It might also be drinking the water below, but it did so with confidence.

Alice “...Am I the only one who’s surprised?”

Horse “Neigh, neigh!”

Suddenly, the horse raised its head and neighed. I thought it might be signaling its own surprise...

CG Lightning

Alice “!!”

With a sharp crack, a small lightning bolt burst forth from the cloud. A bluish-white light extended from the cloud flowing in the river down to the ground, like a leaf vein.

It seemed the horse sensed it just in time and fled. A few more lightning bolts shot up from below, disappearing in the end.

Throughout the lightning, for some reason, the cloud shimmered in rainbow colors like "waves." It was a scene that felt surreal... or perhaps utterly chaotic.

To think that a cloud (that apparently came down from the sky) would unleash lightning on the ground...

Alice (This is precisely what I would recognize as a ‘storm’ manifesting in a twisted form on the ground.)

Gowland “Lightning, huh...? There was no hint of that until now, so we might just have a passing rain shower.”

Gowland said cheerfully as he watched the running lightning.

Alice “A passing rain shower? If it’s the same cloud as in the Heart Castle territory, then what it rains down won’t be water but candy or cotton candy!”

What would happen if it started raining? …I’m not sure if it’s appropriate to say “rain” when it’s going from bottom to top.

Alice “.........”

Alice “...Let’s set aside the clouds for now. Anyway, I don’t remember the clouds appearing at all...”

Alice “Did I maybe sit here and fall asleep pretty quickly?”

Gowland “Yeah, you just dozed off. You must have been tired; don’t worry about it.”

Without anger or blame, Gowland smiled. Thinking about how long I must have slept made me feel both apologetic and embarrassed.

But it was true that I was tired enough to fall asleep during our conversation.

Alice “Yeah, I’m really tired.”

I hadn’t done anything in particular. I had just been riding the horse, but even so, I felt exhausted.

Physically and mentally. A brawl had started during the musical performance, leading to an escape on horseback.

The journey to get here was certainly not short. Under the circumstances, it was no surprise I was worn out.

Scene Change - Amusement Park - Town

Horse “Neigh, neigh!”

Woman “Ah! You startled me! ...Oh, what a beautiful white horse!”

Woman “It looks just like it's come out of a picture book. It’s rare to see such a horse in the town!”

Man “Hey. Isn’t the one riding it the owner of the amusement park?”

Man “That’s right.”

Wait... is the person riding with them the owner's lover?”

Man “What? So it was a date? When it comes to lords, they certainly do things differently!”

Man “Well, it’s probably because it’s that person... Other lords would be extravagant, but in a different way...”

Man “Well, I guess it’s fine; they look like they’re having fun!”

Woman “A storm is coming, you know. It’s only natural to want a slightly special date!”

Scene Change - Forest Path

Alice (It’s not a date, and I wasn’t enjoying it at all... ...This is so frustrating.)

I felt sad that I couldn’t clear up the misunderstanding among the townsfolk. It was hard to say anything out loud as I galloped, so I bit my tongue.

Even so, shouting “It’s not a date!” would be embarrassing...

Alice (The nature of a lord really reflects the land they govern...)

Essentially, they had a carefree disposition. Perhaps they thought we were a “crazy” couple enjoying a peculiar date, oblivious to the odd circumstances.

Literally, we had bounced around to get here.

This was a riverside in an area rich with nature, past the urban district. After all that fleeing, we had arrived here, resting the horse and ourselves.

Alice (That said, my memories of conversing with Gowland are rather brief...)

I might have fallen asleep in an instant. Had he been there to support me all that time?

Alice “Was I asleep for long? Gowland, are you okay?”

Gowland “It wasn’t that long. Are you asking if I'm okay because you were leaning on me?”

Alice “Yeah, that.”

Gowland “Haha, in that case, I’d be fine no matter how long it lasted. I don’t get tired just by supporting you.”

He laughed as if it was a joke, but staying in the same position couldn’t be easy for him. Watching the clouds flow by might have passed the time, but...

He didn’t look like it had been too long.

Alice (...I’ll just think that way. But it’s more likely he was just being considerate.)

Alice “Well, that’s good to hear. Thank you for letting me rest.”

When I expressed my gratitude, Gowland repeated, “Don’t worry about it.”

Alice (......... That said...)

As my mind started to awaken, the emotions I felt before dozing off gradually returned. Right after we arrived at this riverside, I was on the verge of tears.

I was concerned about the strange dream, but on top of that was a situation that I couldn’t overlook.

Alice (A flight of love? A rescue??? Whatever it is, to play something like that outside of a stage play...)

Alice (This isn’t like a play. It’s too embarrassing...)

Unintentionally, I found myself in the role of the heroine. Moreover, it was such a cliché that it hardly seemed like a drama at all.

Though I probably wouldn’t be exposed to anyone else anymore, the emotional scars were deep. The fact that there was no one around when we arrived here was at least some relief.

Alice “Haah...”

Gowland “What’s up? You’re making a show of your sigh.”

A big sigh escaped me naturally. Seeing Gowland’s expression cloud over, I hurried to explain.

Alice “Oh, I’m not trying to hint at anything or anything like that. It’s not that, but I feel like all the fatigue is just pouring out of me from the bottom.”

I was sitting on a comfortable, slightly sloped riverside. In front of me was a river with white clouds flowing through it, lacking any semblance of reality.

Beside me, the white horse was again drinking the river water deliciously (I worried whether the clouds were electrified or not). Though my dreams hadn’t been pleasant, I had slept, and the tension in my body had completely eased.

Gowland “Really? You’re not angry, are you?”

Alice “Eh...?”

When asked that, I hesitated slightly on how to respond...

I’m angry.

I’m not angry.

I’m angry.

Alice “Of course I’m angry. Can you imagine how embarrassing that was?”

I said it softly. Even so, I conveyed my honest feelings.

Alice “I stood out so much. I don’t have the courage to walk through the town for a while.”

Gowland “Don’t say that... It should have been better than shooting it out, right? Isn’t it better than being caught up in that gunfight?”

Alice “Well, I suppose…”

With Boris also cooperating, we managed to escape. Getting away from that scene was, in itself, a good thing.

Peter would probably be angry that we got away. I was concerned about the situation of everyone else, including Boris and the employees, and Peter as well.

However, I believed it would lead to a quicker resolution of the gunfight without me there. Fastidious Peter fundamentally doesn’t like getting dirty or tired.

He would readily kill an easily shot opponent, but he wouldn’t continue fighting with Boris, who held an important role. Even if he did continue, I wouldn’t be there anymore.

Alice (Even though it was good to rely on Boris’ goodwill to escape...)

Alice (But that escape wasn’t ideal. There seemed to be other options, like using a back route.)

I couldn’t shake the feeling that the most conspicuous choice had been made among several possibilities.

Goto 1.2.

I’m not angry.

Alice “I’m not angry. I’m just tired.”

I think it was an outrageous act of humiliation, but I’m not angry.

Boris even helped us escape. I believe it was good that we got away from that scene.

Peter would probably be angry about our escape. I’m worried about everyone else, including Boris, the employees, and Peter.

However, it's likely that the gunfight would resolve more quickly without me there. Fastidious Peter fundamentally doesn’t like getting dirty or tired.

He would willingly kill an opponent he could easily shoot, but he wouldn’t continue a conflict with Boris, who holds an important role. Even if he did continue, I wouldn’t be there anymore.

Gowland “I see... if that’s the case, then that’s good. You seemed to really dislike it both before and after getting on the horse.”

Alice “Yeah, I hated it. It was quite embarrassing.”

Alice “I’m not angry, though...”

I shrugged my shoulders and spoke lightly. I was gradually coming to terms with it.

Alice “But... You deliberately chose to go through the town, didn’t you?”

Goto 1.2.

1.2. Alice “But... You deliberately chose to go through the town, didn’t you?”

When I calmed down, I could understand that much. There was no need to race down that busy street.

Gowland had intentionally chosen that road.

Gowland “Uh...”

Clearly startled, he tensed up. He couldn’t lie to me.

Alice “Why not just confess? If you try to cover it up here, I might really get angry, you know?”

I wasn’t actually planning to get angry, but I said it playfully, as if testing him. Gowland sighed as if to say, “I surrender,” and relaxed his shoulders.

Gowland “I’m sorry for making you embarrassed. But... I wanted to get back at him too.”

Alice “Wanted to get back at him, you say?”

Gowland “The White Rabbit wasn’t thinking about hiding. He must have burst out of the castle on that horse, charging straight through the town, just going with the flow.”

Gowland “Acting all noble, like a prince. It was bothersome to let him have all the fun.”

Alice “Bothersome, huh...? ...Was this meant to be an extension of the drama?”

His rivalry was obvious. Since Peter did something, he wanted to do it too.

In short, he wanted to show that the real “prince” who would save the “princess” was himself. He wanted to make that known to the townsfolk as well.

Alice “Hmph. So, I became a victim of your need for self-assertion?”

I narrowed my eyes and glared sideways at Gowland. Suddenly, the "prince" began to fumble around nervously.

Gowland “Come on, Alice, that’s not what I meant by self-assertion. It’s more about a man’s pride, or something like that...”

Alice “How is that any different? I don’t think there’s that much difference.”

Gowland “Wha!? N-No, but...!”

Flustered, Gowland suddenly stood up as if he had thought of something.

Actually, he might not have been thinking at all. He was just restless and stood up on impulse.

Because of that, his attention was scattered. The short grassy area sloped gently toward the river... perhaps it was damp from dew or something.

Gowland “!?”

As he stood up, taking a couple of awkward steps, his foot slipped. Just like that, Gowland lost his balance.

Gowland “Whoa!? W-Wait...!”

Alice “Eh!? No, wait...!”

His large body tilted. I instinctively reached out my hand, but unfortunately, I couldn't reach him in time...

Gowland “Whoa!!”

Alice “...!!”

Horse “Neigh!”

With a huge splash. Gowland fell into the river.

Into a white cloud that didn't look like a river. From the loud sound of water, it seemed there was indeed a certain amount of water at the bottom, just as he said.

The startled white horse neighed loudly. I felt the color drain from my face as well.

What was flowing across the ground was a completely nonsensical cloud. Although small, it had been a thundercloud with lightning.

Alice “G-Gowland...!”

He fell forward, bracing himself on all fours in the cloud-filled river. It seemed shallow, but his body was half concealed by the clouds.

Even so, the water was more than I expected, and it was clear that Gowland was soaked. His face and the hair beside it were wet, and they clung to his cheeks.

If it’s like this, his body must be pretty wet too. He was likely in a state where there wasn’t a single dry spot... essentially, he was a soaked rat.

Alice (Wh-What should I do?)

This was my fault. Now that I wasn’t particularly angry anymore, I had inadvertently taken a teasing attitude.

Alice (Gowland is at fault too. He said he was bothered or wanted to show off...)

It felt like the rivalry of an adolescent boy. Seeing his face as he confessed with a sheepish look was both amusing and adorable...

Alice (...No. I overdid it too.)

I stood up, descended the short slope, and entered the river.

I couldn’t worry about clouds or lightning. I was the one who had dropped my partner into this unknowable river.

Gowland, who had been dazed, suddenly looked up.

Gowland “Alice!? What are you doing? You’re getting wet too...!”

Alice “It’s fine. More importantly, we need to get up quickly, or our bodies will cool down.”

Alice “No, it might be more dangerous because of the cloud. If lightning strikes... or rather, if it appears, it’ll be a big problem.”

The water level... where the moisture begins is just below my knees while I’m standing. Above that, the cloud is gas, so it obviously lacks texture.

The water didn’t feel too cold since it was daytime, but coldness was still a fact.

Gowland was soaked to the head, water dripping from his glasses and bangs. I extended my hand toward his face.

Alice “Here, grab on.”

Gowland “.........”

Alice “Why are you just standing there in a daze? Hurry up!”

It seemed the fact that he had fallen into the river was quite the shock. Growing slightly impatient at his prolonged stupor, I raised my tone.

Gowland “!! O-Oh... I’m sorry.”

Finally coming to himself, Gowland reached out with one hand. I grabbed his wrist with both hands and supported him as he stood up.

Even after getting back on his feet, Gowland still looked dazed.

Gowland “.........”

Alice “...Get it together. How long are you going to stay like that?”

Alice (...He looks so pathetic.)

In the musical, he had played the role of a fallen man, dressed very modestly. From his true status as a marquis, his outfit was excessively unfit.

However, while mounted on the white horse, he had actually looked somewhat cool.

It was far better than the formal attire that had been changed after the storm. Though it was too simple, he was still close to me, and there was no feeling of distance.

Even now, there was no sense of distance, but... He looked so pitiful, being completely drenched and in a daze.

Alice (Even if he looks pathetic, I don’t dislike it, though.)

Alice (...Wait...?)

The white cloud that had returned began to change into a rainbow of colors. I had been staring at Gowland, but suddenly snapped back to reality.

Alice (Th-This is bad! It could be lightning...!?)

If he were to get electrocuted, it would be no joke. I tried to tell Gowland, “Let’s get out...” but...

Alice “Wah!”

Gowland “Ow! Damn it, that hit my chin!”

What flew out from the cloud wasn’t lightning. Instead, following the thunder, was the phenomenon I had just thought of—rain.

The cloud was showering candy. Colorful drops popped out from the cloud, which was changing hues like a rainbow.

This wasn’t rain, but rather hail or sleet... and it would hurt if it hit you. It seemed that even the dazed Gowland had snapped back to reality.

Alice (I wonder if cotton candy won’t fall? That stuff is sticky and...)

Alice (…!!?)

Before I could even think “It’s a good thing,” I felt betrayed by the cloud. It seemed this cloud wouldn’t be raining cotton candy.

However, in its place, something began to pop out with a whoosh. What seemed like bright-colored water was shooting out with vigor, but...

Alice “What is this!? It’s sticky!”

I was surprised as the liquid that burst forth stuck thickly to my arm. Far from water, it was a considerably viscous substance.

Gowland “This is... water candy! What a cloud with a quirky sense of humor! It fits perfectly with this cloud flowing in the river!”

Alice “Wa-Water candy!?”

I was taken aback, but now that I thought about it, it certainly seemed like that. When I brought my arm close to my nose, I detected a sweet fragrance.

Alice “…Wait, this is worse than cotton candy! This is even stickier!”

With a whoosh, sticky water candy continued to spout from various spots. I dodged it as best I could.

Alice “Let’s quickly get to the shore, Gowland! Come on!”

I shouted in a voice that was nearly a scream and ran toward the shore.

A few times, the candy hit my body, causing pain. Gowland also let out an “Ouch!” while heading toward the shore alongside me.

Gowland “You really didn’t have to come in... You’re surprisingly bold despite the shock. You seem all covered in candy, and your feet must be wet; aren’t you cold?”

He asked me while we walked.

At that moment, one of my feet had just made it onto the bank. We both answered after getting out of the river.

Alice “That’s what I should be saying... You’re the one who’s wetter. Aren’t you cold?”

Gowland “Hmm... that’s true, it’s a bit cold. Haha, I’m just in a shirt up here... and I’ve got a bit of water candy on me.”

Gowland glanced at his own body and laughed self-deprecatingly.

Gowland “I’m a pathetic sight. I can’t believe I slipped and fell into the river... what an idiot I am...”

Alice “…You’re not an idiot.”

Taking a step closer to Gowland, I didn’t hesitate to reach out and wrap my arms around his body. I hugged him tightly, just above his waist.

Gowland “W-Wait!?”

Gowland looked startled and tried to pull away, but I didn’t let go. I tightened my grip even more.

Gowland “Hey, let go! Do you want to get even wetter!?”

Gowland was drenched from head to toe. Of course, hugging him transferred some of the moisture to me.

I didn’t mind at all. It was partly my fault that Gowland was wet.

Alice “I’m holding on because I want to. I’m not letting go.”

Alice “…You’re not an idiot. You looked uncool, but you’re not stupid.”

Gowland “What are you talking about... oh, wait, is it about earlier? But that doesn’t seem like much of a compliment…”

Alice “Yeah, about earlier. Falling into the river is embarrassing, but it doesn’t make you an idiot.”

Alice “I’m not trying to compliment you. I’m just saying what I thought.”

I spoke calmly while holding him tightly. Gowland seemed confused, unable to grasp my intentions.

Gowland “So it’s not a compliment? Even if I’m not an idiot, I’m still pathetic and uncool, right?”

Gowland “Are you telling me to be down on myself? That’s what you mean, right??”

Alice “That’s not it.”

Alice “......... ...I like that about you.”

Pathetic and uncool... it was precisely because he wasn’t trying to be pretentious. That was what made him cool.

I thought that might be the main reason I was attracted to him.

Gowland “...I don’t understand at all, Alice. You do things that get you wet... and you’re being unusually affectionate...”

Despite saying that, he seemed to have given up. The tension in his body began to ease.

Before I knew it, his arm was wrapped around my back. It wasn’t a tight squeeze, but rather a loose embrace.

Gowland “When you do this and say those things… Even if I don’t understand, I find it hard to let go.”

Alice “...Yeah.”

When I replied briefly, Gowland’s arms strengthened their grip. This time, he held me tightly.

His arms wrapped firmly around my back, his strong chest pressed against me.

His wet hair brushed against my cheek, feeling cold. My body also became increasingly damp.

Alice “Fufu. ...It’s cold.”

Still held tightly, I whispered with a laugh. Gowland responded, burying his face in my shoulder.

Gowland “Of course! You’re soaked. ...Don’t even think about asking me to let go now!”

Alice “I won’t say that.”

Alice (There's no way I'd say something like that after hugging you.)

Alice “I don’t want you to let go. ...Please hold me tight.”

Alice (I feel like I’m saying something that could actually make us part.)

Alice (I wonder why. Is it because I’ve been having strange dreams that make me anxious?)

The eggs that try to take me to the throne. Though very vague, I feel like something would change if I managed to reach the throne.

So I don’t want to reach it. I want to stay by Gowland’s side, so please keep me close.

I don’t want to deal with the unsettling eggs at all.

Gowland “So... Are you saying that I’m not able to keep you with me right now?”

I could sense a hint of anxiety in Gowland’s voice. Since his arms remained tight around me, I couldn’t see his face.

Amidst the cold of our wet bodies, only his breath generated warmth near my shoulder.

Alice “That’s not true; you’re keeping me nicely bound. I just want you to keep doing that.”

I gently pushed against Gowland’s chest and lifted my face to look up. The face I looked up at from such a close distance didn’t seem sad, and I felt relieved.

Gowland “I see... I’m glad to hear that. Even without you saying it, I plan to keep it up.”

Though he spoke with a playful tone, his true feelings were likely different.

His arms relaxed, and Gowland slowly distanced himself from my body. He placed his hands on my shoulders and locked eyes with me.

Gowland “No matter who comes to take you away, I’m confident I won’t hand you over. Well, saying I’m confident might sound aggressive, but...”

Gowland “I just can’t help myself. I’m scared of you leaving me.”

He murmured as if asking, “Does saying something like this make me pathetic again?” While asking in a whisper, Gowland wrapped his arms around me tightly once more.

Gowland “I’ve fallen for you this much. I can’t let go of you now... Just thinking about you running away makes me feel unbearable.”

Gowland “...Like the Prime Minister of the Heart Castle says, this is nothing but uncool.”

Alice “Gowland...”

I placed my hand on his damp hair resting on my shoulder. As I slid my hand down to his cheek, he flinched slightly, pulling back a bit.

I looked straight into Gowland’s face before me.

Alice “Yeah. You really are something else.”

Gowland “...”

Bam!!! It was almost as if an effect sound could accompany the way Gowland’s face looked hurt.

Gowland “Ugh...! W-When you say something like that to your partner straight in the face, I can’t recover from it, Alice...!”

He looked at me with eyes that seemed ready to tear up, utterly defeated. It was a sight so pitiful that it was almost sad.

Alice “Because it really is true.”

I gently pushed back against his relaxed body and created some distance. When I looked him over from head to toe, even more...

Alice “You’re even more uncool than usual right now.”

His worn-out shirt and the saggy pants without a crease. His stubble and glasses that were nearly slipping off, and... above all, a drenched rat.

While his clothes were those of a musical costume... At this point, it felt strangely fitting, and it seemed perfectly suited to the current Gowland.

He was absolutely not looking cool. ...But that was fine.

The high-class outfit that matched him strangely well due to the storm, which had just fallen upon him. I preferred this current look far more.

I liked the "uncool" Gowland.

Gowland “A-Are you... perhaps already starting to dislike me? Is that why you say such piercing things to the heart?”

Alice “Eh? Am I piercing you?”

Gowland “You’re definitely piercing me, no matter how you hear it! I’m losing so much blood that I’m about to die...!”

Sniffle. Gowland looked as if he were about to break down.

Alice “Come on, you’re a grown man; don’t cry, okay? That’s at a level that isn’t even funny.”

It was a comical exchange. I knew it was just light-hearted teasing, so I could banter back.

Gowland “I’m too in love with you to not cry, it can’t be helped! Ahh, I’m a hopeless man who’s no fun anyway, but...!”

Alice “!”

Before I knew it, he hugged me tightly again and grabbed my chin with one hand. Before I could even feel confused, he sealed my lips with his.

Alice “Mmm...!”

Gowland “...”

Gowland “...”

Alice “............”

Alice “Ah, fuh... ...!”

It was a kiss that could be described as rough and downright unreserved. I felt dizzy.

His intensity made it feel as if he wanted to devour me, and it even hurt a little.

Gowland “Hah...”

Alice “...”

Alice “....... ...Hah...”

When I was released, all the strength had completely drained from my body. If Gowland hadn’t been there to support me, I would have collapsed on the spot.

Alice “...Seriously. What was that, all of a sudden?”

Gowland “Haha, you can feel the love, right? ...Even if I’m not as open as that Prime Minister, I still want to express it in a visible way.”

Gowland “I’m determined that no one can beat me when it comes to how I feel about you. ...I won’t lose when it comes to expressing my affection, either.”

He said this while pulling me in tightly.

I couldn't say he wasn’t looking cool. ...It was frustrating, but it was also handsome.

Alice “...Regarding that, I don’t need to win. Just not as much as Peter would be just right for me.”

I could almost forget about his status, which could rival a Prime Minister. I hadn’t been aware of it until the storm arrived, but Gowland is an authoritative figure endowed with both status and reputation.

He’s a marquis, a lord. Although he isn’t the protagonist of a musical, he possesses both rank and honor.

However, it’s not because of these things that I fell for him. Rather, he’s so approachable and ordinary that, at times, he feels a bit pathetic.

Alice (He fixates too much on Peter... There’s no need for us to be the same, not ever.)

In that case, it would be better for him to stay a bit pathetic.

Scene Change - Amusement Park - Stable

Alice “...I wonder if it’s okay to just come in like this.”

I glanced out the window, confirming for perhaps the umpteenth time. Gowland didn’t seem to mind and was looking around the room curiously.

Gowland “I told you it’s fine. It’s part of my territory, after all?”

Alice “Even if it’s within your territory, it’s not your property...”

This is someone else’s possession. No matter how much of a lord he is, entering without permission is trespassing.

It seems like the laws in this world aren’t the same as in my world, but it’s still not a good thing to do.

After the commotion at the river, When I looked around to head back, I realized the horse was gone.

When Gowland fell into the river, he must have startled it even more than the lightning. It must have escaped while we were in the water.

As I reluctantly started to walk back on foot, the time shifted to night as if it were planned.

Our bodies were wet and half-dried. Moving at night would only make the cold worse.

In search of a place to warm up, I found this small shed. It was filled with farming tools, and since there was a field next door, it likely belonged to the owner of that field.

Alice “I’m not going to break in or anything.”

Gowland “Stuff like that can be fixed easily. They won’t be working at night, so if we just slip out quietly, no one will notice.”

Nonchalantly saying this, Gowland moved over to the window. He sat down, leaning against the wall, and beckoned me over.

Gowland “Come here, Alice. In here, we won’t be seen from outside.”

Alice “You really don’t have an ounce of guilt, do you?”

Alice (Even though he’s a lord... Ah, he’s definitely a problematic man as well...)

That said, it would be bad to stand there and be spotted through the window. Reluctantly, I followed Gowland and sat down next to him as instructed.

We both fit snugly just below the window.

It was a small shed where farming tools and grain bags were casually piled against the walls. With no curtains on the window, it was indeed the best hiding spot.

We couldn’t turn on a light, but the moonlight coming through the window was bright enough. A square patch of yellow light fell on the floor in front of us.

Gowland “............”

Alice “............”

Without saying anything, Gowland wrapped his arm around my shoulder. I didn’t exactly reject him, so I stayed silent too.

The warmth from our touching bodies was transmitted. It felt warmer than before, perhaps because we were indoors now.

Gowland “Even if we’re not soaked, it definitely gets cold at night. Are you cold, Alice?”

Alice “Yeah, it’s a bit chilly. I’m wearing light clothing.”

Gowland was in a long-sleeved shirt, while I was in a short-sleeved one.

Gowland “Well, it doesn’t mean anything if your wet clothes are thick. I’m feeling a bit cold too.”

Alice “Ah, that’s true. What am I even saying?”

Somehow, my mind was getting scattered. I had been tired from the very start, but now drowsiness was creeping in as well.

Alice (I even managed to sleep by the river. Could it be because it’s night?)

Gowland “If we both catch a cold, it’ll be a disaster. In that case, should we warm each other up with our body heat?”

Alice “Please don’t make comments that would only make things colder!”

He spoke near my ear, and I couldn’t help but retort. Thanks to that, my drowsiness faded a little.

Gowland exaggeratedly shrugged, claiming it was a misunderstanding.

Gowland “Don’t take it the wrong way. I’m just saying we should snuggle up to each other until we dry off.”

Alice “I don’t know about that. It sounds suspicious...”

The corners of my mouth twitched. His credibility was quite low.

Gowland “It’s not suspicious. ...Well, being alone in a place like this, all snuggled up, there’s no guarantee I won’t play a trick on you.”

Alice (!!)

Alice (I knew it, that’s what he meant!)

Alice “Hey! Don’t get carried away!”

Gowland “Ow!!”

I lightly slapped his damp forehead.

As expected, it wasn’t cool. This kind of exchange felt just like us.

Scene Change - Amusement Park - Main Area

Boris “Really, this is fine. I feel bad for making you go out of your way for me.”

Alice “It’s fine. If anything, I’m sorry it’s just this.”

When I apologized, Boris repeated, “It’s fine” and took a big bite of the fish burger he held.

I had treated Boris to a light meal, bought from a stand in the park. I invited him as a way to thank him for taking care of Peter.

Although I called it a treat, it was just a few snacks we were eating together on a bench. In front of us were burgers, hot dogs, and French fries.

It wasn’t anything grand, but Boris looked delighted. He rapidly finished the first fish burger and dove into the second.

Alice (............)

Alice (…He has quite the appetite. As expected, he’s in his growth phase...)

Though he was just slightly older than me, being in contact with him now, the gap felt significant. He had even reached about the same height as me.

It felt a bit late to be in a growth phase, but regardless, I couldn’t help but treat him like a child.

Boris “Munch munch... …Huh, what? Ah, did you want a bite of this?”

Alice “No, that’s not it...”

It seemed he mistook my unwavering gaze as a desire for a share of his food. Even if he’s in a growth phase, Boris, who wasn’t self-aware, wouldn’t understand, so I covered it up.

Alice “Were you really okay after that? It didn’t seem like anyone got seriously injured, but I’m still worried.”

Boris “Yeah, I was totally fine. I told you that when you and the old man came back, right?”

Alice “Yeah... That’s true...”

Boris “The Prime Minister was shooting like crazy while squeaking like a rabbit for a while. Still, you weren’t coming back, so eventually, he went home.”

I had already heard that explanation right after I returned. Thinking there was nothing more to say, Boris repeated the same content.

Alice “Did he say anything? Like he’d be back or what he’d do next...?”

Boris “Hmm… what was it again? I think he let out some parting remarks, but I don’t think he seriously discussed what he’d do next.”

Boris “But you don’t need to worry about that, Alice. The Prime Minister burst in like that because of the storm, right?”

Alice “Because of the storm?”

Alice “Eh... is that so???”

Peter’s goal was supposed to be saving me from Gowland’s noisy troubles. While it could be said that the storm was the cause, Boris's wording had a different nuance.

Alice “You're saying Peter acted that way because of the storm? …Like he was somehow affected by the storm?”

Alice (There had indeed been a storm in the Heart Castle territory just before he came to submit his appearance request. But it didn’t feel like it was for that reason, did it?)

It didn’t seem like it was because he had been affected. Pretending to withdraw only to barge in at the last minute was likely part of an elaborate plan from the start.

Boris “Well, sure, sometimes people’s characters can change a little because of a storm, but I don’t think that's the case with the Prime Minister. It didn’t seem like he was going crazy because of the storm.”

Alice “??? If that’s so...”

Boris “Even if it’s not because of the wind’s influence... The storm period is just a crazy time. It’s when people might act boldly and take unexpected actions, right?”

Alice “............”

Even if directly it wasn’t due to the storm, I somewhat understood what he meant.

Right now, the entire country felt like it was in a restless state. Peter might have been caught up in it too.

He was losing his calmness, slightly out of sync. In such a state...

If it hadn’t been like that, even Peter wouldn’t have charged in on a white horse. Even if he was trying to save me, his actions stood out too much in enemy territory.

It seemed there was some "playacting" involved... Recently, he had truly been respecting my wishes more often.

The way he charged ahead, completely believing himself to be a “prince,” and his overly conspicuous behavior. It was quite possible he had been swept up in the storm’s atmosphere.

Boris “So probably, he won’t come barging in again. The storm will end in just a few hours anyway.”

Alice “A few hours? Do you know exactly how long?”

It’s just a matter of hours for everyone to act strangely because of the storm. I remembered that from when I first heard it.

Boris “At most, I’d say about two or three hours more? So don’t worry, it’ll be fine.”

Alice “I see... Yeah, I understand.”

Because of that commotion, both the banquet and stage show had been interrupted. I couldn’t shake the guilt since I was the cause, but instead of blaming me, everyone was being considerate.

The people here are all kind and positive. I felt fortunate.

Boris “...Once it’s over, are you going to go see the Prime Minister?”

Alice “Eh?”

While sipping on a drink, Boris casually asked. His tone wasn’t accusatory, but I hesitated just a bit before answering.

Alice “...Yeah. I think I will go.”

I had planned to avoid it during the storm, but once things return to normal, I would. I would continue to visit the Heart Castle as always.

I knew he was watching over me. (He even said he would kill Gowland if anything happened, without a second thought.)

He was a friend. I had no intention of cutting ties with Peter.

Alice (............)

Alice (...I wonder why.)

At first, I had dismissed him and even resented being taken to this world. Even if I believed it was just a dream, it felt too easy to be swayed.

As I developed an attachment to this world and began to want to stay, my feelings also turned against me.

Alice (...Peter is important to me. He’s the rabbit that connected me to this world, so perhaps that’s true.)

Boris “Right? When you see him, tell him, ‘I’ll make it up to you later.’”

He said it lightly, without any sarcasm, and smiled. I smiled back.

Alice “I can certainly convey that. But please don’t do anything that would put either of you in danger, okay?”

The roles we hold involve regularly shooting and competing against each other. Whether this incident occurs or not, Boris and Peter are adversaries.

It was a futile piece of advice to give, but I said it knowing that. Boris neither denied nor confirmed it, narrowing his eyes playfully as he took a sip of juice.

Boris “That phrase would be better directed to the old man than to me. Even if he doesn’t lose his reason completely, emotions will still surface to some extent.”

Alice “............”

Boris’s words implied that Gowland would take some form of retaliation against Peter.

However, it wasn’t just mindless revenge. Even amidst the storm, he had attacked the Prime Minister of the opposing forces.

As a lord, he would likely have to take some action for appearances' sake. That part, I chose not to involve myself in, so I had nothing to say.

Deep down, I wanted to tell him, “Please don’t fight; it’s dangerous.” I understood it would be pointless to say so.

Boris “Don’t worry. That guy won’t do anything to make you sad.”

Even without me saying anything, Boris seemed to understand my feelings. The expression on his face as he looked at me seemed surprisingly mature for his appearance.

Boris “I wonder what it means, being a role holder... or rather, what it means as a resident of this world. At least for now, it’s not possible to act that way.”

Alice “That might be a minus... In your common sense.”

He hesitated to kill Peter because it would make me sad. In their sense of things, that kind of sentiment was likely seen as trivial and unacceptable.

Alice “But my common sense is different. I’m happy that you’re willing to accommodate that.”

I still couldn’t accept the idea of easily hurting each other. If Gowland protected his own life and didn’t harm others, I thought it would be fine for him to become a weak point.

Boris “That’s the privilege of being an outsider. You’re tough, even without being able to shoot a gun.”

Alice “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

In my view, there is indeed a strength in not shooting a gun.

[midnightlee25]

Yandere ABC: Mary Gowland

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get? 

Gowland is a very soft and affectionate man when it comes to his darling. Of course, the level of how instances his affection is depends on his darling. 

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling? 

He doesn't mind getting his hands dirty although he really only does it to protect his darling or at least believe he is protecting them. 

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling? 

He can be stern but not really cruel towards them, in fact most of the time he’s actually quite soft with them. 

Delusional: How aware are they? 

He is heavily delusional, but he still has some reality to him. 

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling? 

He doesn’t hide anything, yet he won’t really share anything out of the blue either. 

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

It can both confuse and irritate him depending on the situation at hand and for how long it’s been going on. 

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience? 

If they did manage to leave it would be when he finally finds them (and he will find them.) he will be a whirlwind of emotions that they will see him go through while chained up. 

Ideals: What is their plan for the future? 

He does want to share a life with them more than anything else in the world.  

 Jealousy: How jealous are they when it comes to their darling? 

When it comes to the other leaders (or anyone with a face.) He gets very jealous but with servants or helpers not too much. 

Knowledgeable: How much would they try to learn about their darling? 

He does learn things from what his darlings tell him or what he has heard from others. 

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling? 

He tries to spend as much time with them as possible. He will also tell them how much better his domain is than the others. (He will also sing and play his violin for them.) 

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else? 

Not really, he just acts the same as he usually does. 

Naughty: How would they punish their darling? 

The only real punishment he’ll give them is isolation other than that he can’t really do himself to harm them physically. 

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling? 

As long as all the rules are followed, they are free to do as they please only in his domain because they won’t really be allowed to go anywhere else. 

Patience: How patient are they with their darling? 

He has a lot more patience for his darling and he does for others. 

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on? 

Truth be told, escaping won’t last too long mainly because there are limited places to go and there’s a good chance, they will just hand them over depending on who his darling is. However, if they were to die, he wouldn’t think too much of it in the beginning. Yes, he would be hurt but he also believes they can easily just come back just like everyone else. However, when he finds out that they can’t he discovers new emotions that he has never felt before. He won’t really know how to deal with them. 

Regret: Would they feel guilty? Would they let go? 

As long as they don’t become afraid of him, he won’t really have any regrets. 

Stigma: What brought about this side of them? 

Given that the world they live in isn’t the greatest nor the safest it was created by the fact that not only does he love them, but he also wants to protect them and show that there is at least one kind of safe place around which is also how he will draw them in. 

Tears: How do they feel about their darling crying, screaming, and/or throwing a tantrum? 

If he was the one who caused their tears, he would feel absolutely terrible about it and try to make it up to them as best as he could but if it was someone else who made them cry, then the person would be in a world of hurt. 

Unique: Does anything make them different from the classic yandere? 

He technically isn’t as hard-core as others, making him pretty easy to handle, but they should still keep in mind that he is not a lightweight by any means. 

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape? 

Technically isn’t that hard to get away from him or to trick him but they’re still trapped in the world meaning that there are limited places where they can go plus there’s also a chance that whoever runs the place where they go will just hand them back over. 

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling? 

he would never hurt his darling; accidents could still happen and although they may not get hurt by his hands there is still a chance that they may get hurt in some way No matter how hard he may try to protect them. 

Xoanon: How much would they worship their darling? 

He is a lot sweeter than most but other than that there is no extreme worship happening. 

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap? 

Because he actually does manage to keep them close to him there are no rules snapping, at least in that kind of situation. 

Zeal: How passionate would they be? Would they be passionate enough to break their darling? 

Given that he isn’t too intense so he wouldn’t break with them. 

[idontthinkimokaymentally]

Hello there Mary Gowland fans.

[rosemore]

Friendly cats. (hnkna valentine exchange).

So, here you go @malewifemammon you wanted Boris or Julius, so I decided to give you a bit of both! it's not romantic, just a bit of platonic tomfoolery, but I hope you enjoy anyway. (I hope all went well on the post this time - I'm unused to Tumblr and it's noticeable in the mistakes I'm making, lol).

Friendly cats.

Boris was by nature a friendly cat. Though he liked exploring the little known nooks and crannies of Wonderland and was a cat who was fine going his own way and in fact would have problems if anybody tried to hold him down in one place for too long, that didn't mean he was an introvert. There were many moments where he could build upon his friendly reputation, first and foremost during special (or not so special) occasions. 

He enjoyed the post work drink celebrations, or the new attraction festivities, or the old "attraction to be bulldozed" festivities. He enjoyed the charged atmosphere of the flickering lights and the cozy delirium which took one over when they had one too many drinks. He enjoyed bugging and fussing over people too.

All of this, naturally, didn't mean that other people were as much of a party animal as he was - but what Boris was also was somebody who enjoyed dragging others in situations they might not fully agree with. It was like chasing Pierce - Boris could do that forever, be satisfied with the evidence of his hunting prowess and with the feeling that the creepy mouse was pretty much helpless to resist him and he could do whatever he liked with him. 

Julius was another one of those who resigned themselves to situations they hated simply because they thought it was easier than making too much of a fuss about it. Besides, Boris had been easy on him when they'd met unexpectedly near the merry-go-round, and the man who wore too many layers had shot at Boris in his own playground.

 He could have done more than graze his cheek and his elbow with his bullets, even if the rule was "meet eachother periodically and fight" not "put your back into the fighting and take it seriously". That he hadn't obviously meant the grumpy hermit owed him entertainment. 

He was even kind enough to go get him bandages. "Hey, the doctor's office is around that corner. What do you mean 'you'll deal with it yourself?' Cmon, you don't want an infection, and it's not as if I don't need medical attention from your lucky shot either." 

And it had been a lucky shot - the bullet had pinged against a metal panel and bounced right back just when Boris had lifted his gun to start shooting back. Speckles of red rained from his hand. 

He couldn't say it wasn't unexpected to get injured during the fights that the game forced them into - meeting people when they were having a bad day automatically led to them taking the bad day out on whoever was their partner that moment - and Boris enjoyed really getting into his fights with people, and often picked them even outside of the requirements. 

That was the reason he didn't actually mind getting injured - it was just how much of a lucky shot Julius had managed to made his inner sadist stand up to attention. 

Though it might look like he was being kind, dragging the kicking and complaining deluxe clockmaker with him to be seen by one of the park's many first aid centers. (Because of course they had many, there were too many, for when their attractions derailed or went at a speed that damaged the human body. Everything was about thrill and excitement in their park, including the excitement of uncertain death or crippling). But that was just to bring Julius into a fake sense of safety. 

Boris planned to meet up with Gowland soon and with the two of them, he was sure they'd be able to pressure the man into going on one of their attractions free of charge, because they were just being "kind and thoughtful and you didn't want to spit on Gowland's hospitality, did you?" 

They'd get drinks and watch the fireworks afterwards, so long as the time period didn't move from being night and even if it did, then the fireworks would be replaced with some other kinds of festivities. The other roleholders could say one thing about the amusement park, but it wasn't that they didn't know how to party. 

Julius let out a heavy, heavy sigh, the type that involved his entire body, shoulders slumping, rocking forwards. No matter how much "no, stop, I'm not going to do that" or how authoritatively he tried to sound, Boris was one of those people who could really play deaf to the hilt and he was led into a cart for a rollercoaster. 

On one end Gowland was jabbering:  "This is one of my latest builds! Look at that streamlined, silver track which gleams in the light! Some people have complained that when the sun hits them just right they'd end up blinded, but it's dusk right now so that's not something you need to worry about-" while on his other side there was a cat muffling his snickering and meeting his eyes for a second with a mischievous light in their golden depths. 

Julius' injuries itched underneath the bandages the cat had cajoled him into, and he'd just wanted to get this meeting over with so he'd eventually accepted getting help with them. 

(Besides, it meant he didn't have to tie them at home, freeing him up for more efficient work. Besides, no blood in the delicate gears was always a plus - otherwise he'd probably not even do anything about them, just leave them open as a reprimand to himself about letting the Cheshire Cat get the best of him.) 

The cart tipped over the incline, speeding down the track as people let out excited screams, while Julius himself held onto the railing with a white knuckled fist. At least he was aware that Gowland wouldn't want to kill a "guest" or he'd be worried about going into any rollercoasters he and his freeloader suggested, even with their company. 

Boris was skillful at making sure he always landed on his feet, and Gowland's muscles probably meant he'd end up with less broken bones, compared to his own, which were far more fragile as somebody who didn't exactly eat right and spent most of his time indoors working on clocks.  

Despite how this was supposedly an apology for shooting him twice, this felt like a punishment for shooting the cat once. 

Boris tried to make up for it afterwards. "Come on, I'll show you all the best snack stalls. You like coffee… don't you? There is a cafe not very far away that does really good ones!"

Though the cat's tail had twitched in a way that showed he was hunting while they were going on the attractions, it was now simply confidently tracing the air while its owner moved through the crowds, looking back at Gowland and him now and then to assure himself they were following.

"You know, you might think he's bullying, but that's really how he shows his love," Gowland stated, amused at the wariness and confusion warring on Julius' face. 

He scoffed. Julius was aware of how people avoided him, and while he didn't take injuries from forced fights as personally as he could, that didn't mean he trusted friendly gestures more. 

But somehow, he had a feeling as Boris turned a toothy grin his way at the counter of the café, and asked for his favorite drink - now that the cat had him in his sights, and knew what a pushover he was, he wouldn't easily let him be. 

Fin.

[littlequeenies]

Mary Werbelow modelling pics from the mid 60s.

First photo (and maybe second) taken by Peter Gowland.

Photo 3 is from 1968, from youtube.

Photo 4 Mary is pctured by Bill Cosgrave and originally comes from his instagram but this one is from here.

All other photos are from Ebay.

[roskirambles]

Horror Movie of the day: The Phantom of the Opera (1925)

Beneath the floor of the Paris Opera, among torture chambers and forgotten graves, lives a lonely man. One in possession of the voice of an angel, but cursed with the face of a demon hidden behind a mask. And feeling the scorn of the world for the crime of existing, he decided to behave like one. That is, until his visits to the building above as the mysterious Phantom let him meet Christine Daaé; a woman he sees as a kindred spirit for whom he will conspire in her favor by weeding out the competition as her secret admirer, promising she will be the best opera singer to ever have lived. That is, until she finds herself unable to forget his childhood love Raoul... for which the Phantom will kidnap her. She will be his no matter the cost. Based on Gaston Leroux's novel of the same name, this silent cinema classic starring Lon Chaney as the Phantom is the foundation upon which Universal cemented what eventually became their monster series. While technically not the first one per se (that would be The Hunchback of Notre Dame in 1923), this is certainly their debut in the horror genre, and the result couldn't be more spectacular. Much as there's some trappings of the silent era like the reliance on pantomime, some instances of goofy slapstick and the inconsistent framerate, there's a lot of this movie a few months short of being a century old that still legitimately hold up: the framing, lighting, use of shadows, costume design and... well, Lon Chaney himself offering both a stellar performance and a makeup design that is still incredibly effective and source of reference for many an artist, selling the cadaveric look of the Phantom and the tortured soul underneath. It takes some notorious creative liberties, including a more explosive ending to the novel and (once again, annoyingly) reducing the agency of the heroine, but it's still the most faithful adaptation and in some ways still the best.

Seriously, much as I hyped Bela Lugosi yesterday, it can't be denied in some ways Lon Chaney is probably an even bigger legend. There's no mystery as to why he was the prime candidate for Universal's then upcoming take on Dracula, his ability to turn a melodramatic role into something equal parts commanding and haunting, on top of his unmatched skills as a makeup artist made him the obvious choice if it wasn't for his untimely death in 1930.

Which makes all the more annoying he wasn't satisfied with the end result of this movie, as the ending change wasn't of his liking given the original script had the more poetic resolution of the book intact. At the same time, the ending change is in and on itself a colossal can of worms because it wasn't even done in post when they were up to release the movie... but after they released it, brought it back after a tepid reception, and then re-edited it and added extra footage.

Add to that there's a sound re-release with even more added scenes that have sound on top of alternate prints of already existing footage and it's no wonder multiple versions of this movie exist... to different levels of preservation. It's kinda crazy.

On a last note while no adaptation of the novel is without caveats, I kind of like this movie for the very reason I'm... not the biggest fan of Andrew Lloyd Webber's take. And it's not even his fault as musical theater is a different can of worms, but the half mask trope just made the idea of the Phantom, well, sexier is maybe the word?

Practical as it may be in the context of allowing the performer shine, it sells the Phantom's harrowing appearance for which his own mother denied him touch as just this kind a hot Hollywood half face(specially since the play has ALWAYS had good looking leads) and it just dilutes the intensity of the Phantom's insecurities.

Can't deny the main song is a banger tho.

[dweemeister]

Movie Odyssey Retrospective

The Phantom of the Opera (1925)

By the time French journalist-turned-novelist Gaston Leroux published Le Fantôme de l'Opéra as a serial in 1909, he was best known for his detective fiction, deeply influenced by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Edgar Allan Poe. The Phantom of the Opera plays out like a Poe work – teeming with the macabre, painted with one character’s fanatic, violent lust. In serial form and, later, as a novel, Leroux’s work won praise across the West. One of the book’s many fans was Universal Pictures president Carl Laemmle who, on a 1922 trip to Paris, met with Leroux. While on the trip, he read Phantom (a copy gifted to him by Leroux) in a single night, and bought the film rights with a certain actor already in mind.

Laemmle’s first and only choice for the role of the Phantom was about to play Quasimodo in Universal’s 1923 adaptation of Victor Hugo’s The Hunchback of Notre Dame. That actor, Lon Chaney, had subsisted on bit roles and background parts since entering into a contract with Universal in 1912. Chaney, who was about to sign a contract with Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer (MGM), became an instant sensation the moment The Hunchback of Notre Dame hit theaters. Audiences and critics in the early 1920s were simultaneously horrified at the sight of his Quasimodo yet, crucially, felt a profound empathy towards the character.

In his prior films, as well as Hunchback, Chaney separated himself from his fellow bit actors with a skill that almost no other actor in Hollywood possessed: he was also a makeup artist. At this time, actors applied their own makeup – often simple cosmetics or unconvincing facial hair. None of the major Hollywood studios had makeup departments in the early 1920s, and it would not be until the 1940s that each studio had such a department. Chaney, the son of two deaf and mute adults, was also a master of physical acting, and could expertly use his hands and arms to empower a scene. Though already bound for MGM, Chaney could not possibly pass up the role of Erik, the Phantom. Despite frequent clashes with director Rupert Julian (1923’s Merry-Go-Round and 1930’s The Cat Creeps; despite being Universal’s most acclaimed director at this time, Julian was either sacked or walked away mid-production), Chaney’s performance alone earned him his place in cinematic history and, for this film, an iconic work of horror cinema and silent film.

As the film begins, we find ourselves at the Palais Garnier, home of the Paris Opera. The Opera’s management has resigned, turning over the Palais Garnier to new ownership. As the ink dries on the contract and as the previous owners depart, they warn about a Phantom of the Opera, who likes sitting in one of the box seats. Soon after, prima donna Carlotta (Virginia Pearson) receives a threatening letter from the Phantom. She must step aside and allow a chorus girl, Christine Daaé (Mary Philbin), sing the lead role in Charles Gounod’s Faust. If she refuses to comply, the Phantom promises something horrific. Aware of the letter, Christine the next day confers with her loved one, the Vicomte Raoul de Chagny (Norman Kerry), that she has been receiving musical guidance from a “Spirit of Music”, whom she has heard through the walls of her dressing room. Raoul laughs this off, but a series of murderous incidents at that evening’s production of Faust is no laughing matter. Christine eventually meets the shadowy musical genius of the Phantom, whose name is Erik (Chaney). In his subterranean lair, he professes his love to her – a love that will never die.

Rupert Julian’s The Phantom of the Opera also stars Arthur Edmund Carewe as the Inspector Ledoux (for fans of Andrew Lloyd Webber’s musical version, this is the Madame Giry character); Gibson Gowland as Simon Buquet; and John St. Polis as Raoul’s brother, the Comte Philippe de Chagny.

Before extoling this film, one has to single out Mary Philbin and Norman Kerry as the glaring underperformers in this adaptation. Philbin would become a much better actress than she displays here, if The Man Who Laughs (1928) is any indication. Yet, Philbin’s Christine is a blank slate, devoid of much personality and interest. It also does not help that Norman Kerry plays Raoul in a similar fashion. Raoul, in any adaptation of Phantom, tends to be a boring role. But goodness me, for a B-actor who was acclaimed for his tall, dark, and handsome looks and screen persona, he is a charisma vacuum here. During Kerry’s more intimate scenes with Philbin, you may notice that Kerry has a case of “roving hands” when he gets close with Philbin. Philbin, who could not visibly react to these moments on-camera, surreptitiously took Kerry’s hands and held them there to stop the touching.

Philbin is much better when sharing the screen opposite Chaney. Chaney and Philbin both could not stand director Rupert Julian – whom both actors, as well almost all of the crew, regarded as an imposing fraud who knew little about making art and more about how to cut costs (Laemmle appointed Julian for this film in part due to Julian’s reputation for delivering work under budget). There are unconfirmed accounts that after Julian’s departure or removal from Phantom, Chaney himself directed the remainder of the shoot aside from the final climactic chase scene (which was the uncredited Edward Sedgwick’s responsibility). In any case, Philbin’s terror when around Chaney was real. The sets of the Phantom’s lair reportedly spooked her – the subterranean waterways, his inner sanctum. Philbin also received no preparation before the filming of what is now one of the signature moments of the silent film era and all of horror cinema. Her reaction to Lon Chaney’s self-applied makeup – meant to appear half-skin, half-skeletal – was the first time that she saw Chaney’s Phantom in all his gruesomeness. Philbin, freed of the innocent, pedestrian dialogue of the film’s opening act, gifts to the camera one hell of a reaction, fully fitting within the bounds of silent film horror.

There are conflicting records on how Chaney achieved the Phantom’s final appearance. The descriptions forthcoming are the elements that freely-available scholarship generally accepts as true. It appears that Chaney utilized a skull cap to raise his forehead’s height, as well as marking deep pencil lines onto that cap to accentuate wrinkles and his brow. He also raised his cheekbones by stuffing cotton into his cheeks, as well as placing a set of stylized, decaying dentures. Inner-nasal wiring altered the angle of his nose, and white highlights across his face contributed to his skeletal look for the cameras. Cinematographer Charles Van Enger (1920's The Last of the Mohicans, uncredited on 1925's The Big Parade) – who, other than Chaney, was one of the most familiar onset with Chaney’s makeup – claimed that the nasal wiring sometimes led to significant bleeding. Taking inspiration from Chaney’s approach to keeping the makeup artistry hidden from Philbin and others, Universal kept the Phantom’s true appearance a secret from the public and press. The studio advised movie theaters to keep smelling salts ready, in case of audience members fainting during the unmasking scene. According to popular reporting at the time, audience members did scream and faint upon the reveal; a nine-year-old Gregory Peck’s first movie memory was being so terrified of Lon Chaney’s Phantom, that he asked to sleep with his grandmother that evening after he came home.

Lon Chaney’s tremendous performance allows The Phantom of the Opera to soar. Arguably, it is his career pinnacle. Masked or unmasked, Chaney’s Phantom dominates the frame at any moment he is onscreen aside from the film’s final chase sequence. Whether glowering over Christine, majestically gesturing in silhouette, strutting down the Opera House steps during the Bal Masqué, or tucked into the corner of the frame, Chaney’s physical presence draws the audience’s eyes to whatever he is doing. The differences in posture from before and after the unmasking scene are striking – from an elegant specter to a broken, hunched figure (appearing to draw some inspiration from his experience playing Quasimodo two years earlier) seething with pent-up carnality, rage, and sorrow. Chaney’s Phantom garners the audience’s sympathy when he gives Christine the grand tour of his chambers. Look at his posture and hands when he mentions, “That is where I sleep,” and, “If I am the Phantom, it is because man’s hatred has made me so.”  That Chaney can ease through these transitions and transformations – as well as a third transformation, as the Red Death during the Bal Masqué – so naturally, without a misstep, is a testament to his acting ability.

Underneath the tortured and twisted visage of a man who has committed horrific acts is a vulnerable and misguided human being. His dreams, dashed and discarded by all others, have turned to despicable means. The role of the Phantom plays brilliantly to Chaney’s genius: to have audiences sympathize with even the most despicable or despondent characters he played. Chaney accomplishes this despite this film characterizing the Phantom with less sympathy than Leroux’s original novel and the popular Andrew Lloyd Webber musical.

This is already on top of Charles Van Enger’s camerawork; the sharp editing from a team including Edward Curtiss (1932’s Scarface) Maurice Pivar (1923’s The Hunchback of Notre Dame), Gilmore Walker (1927’s Uncle Tom’s Cabin), and Lois Weber.

Weber, who in 1916 was Universal’s highest-paid director, underwent numerous financial difficulties over that decade. One of Hollywood’s first true auteurs and largely ignored in the history of film until recently, Weber formed her own production company with Universal’s assistance in 1917, off the success of Shoes (1916). Through World War I, Weber’s movies were popular until around the turn of the decade, when her “didactic” filmmaking (a result of her devout Christian upbringing) went out of style. Most visibly among Weber’s financial failures of the early 1920s, The Blot (1921) – a movie that scholars and Weber himself considered her best – flopped in theaters. After two hiatuses from filmmaking in the early 1920s, Weber was brought in to conduct the final bits of editing on The Phantom of the Opera before returning to directing under Universal.

Though none of the film’s production designers were yet to hit their peak, The Phantom of the Opera benefitted from having a soon-to-be all-star art department including James Basevi (1944’s The Song of Bernadette), Cedric Gibbons (almost any and all MGM movies from 1925 onward), and Robert Florey (1932’s Murders in the Rue Morgue). Inspired by designs sketched by French art director Ben Carré, the production design trio spared no expense to bring Carré’s illustrations to life and used the entirety of Universal’s Soundstage 28 to construct all necessary interior sets. The set’s five tiers of seating and vast foyer needed to support several hundred extras. So unlike the customary wooden supports commonplace during the silent era for gargantuan sets, The Phantom of the Opera’s set for the Palais Garnier became the first film set ever to use steel supports planted into concrete. Basevi, Gibbons, and Florey’s work is glorious, with no special effects to supplement the visuals. The seventeen-minute Bal Masqué scene – which was shot in gorgeous two-strip Technicolor (the earliest form of Technicolor, which emphasized greens and reds) – is the most striking of all, unfurling its gaudy magnificence to heights rarely seen in cinema.

Universal’s Soundstage 28 was an integral part of the VIP tour at Universal Studios Hollywood for decades. Though the orchestra seats and the stage of the film’s Palais Garnier had long gone, the backside box seats of the auditorium remained. Stage 28 featured in numerous films after The Phantom of the Opera, including Dracula (1931), the Lon Chaney biopic Man of a Thousand Faces (1957), Psycho (1960), Charade (1963), Jurassic Park (1993), How the Grinch Stole Christmas (2000), and The Muppets (2011). The soundstage was also supposedly haunted, with individuals claiming to see a caped figure (Lon Chaney as the Phantom?) running around the catwalks, lights flickering on and off, and doors opening and closing on their own. In 2014, after standing for almost ninety years, Universal decided to demolish Stage 28 so as to expand its theme park. However, the historic set escaped the wrecking ball, as Universal decided to disassemble the set, place it into storage, and perhaps someday reassemble it. It is a fate far kinder than almost all other production design relics from the silent era.

Unlike what was coming out of Weimar Germany in the 1920s in the form of German Expressionism, American horror films had no template to follow when The Phantom of the Opera arrived in theaters. There would be no codification of American horror cinema’s tropes and sense of timing until the next decade. But without 1925’s The Phantom of the Opera, Universal would never become the house of horror it did in the 1930s through the early ‘50s (including the Dracula, Frankenstein, Mummy, Invisible Man, Wolf Man, and Creature from the Black Lagoon series). So, unbound by any unwritten guidelines, 1925’s The Phantom of the Opera – a horror film, but arguably also a melodrama with elements of horror – consumes the viewer with its chilling atmosphere and, from Lon Chaney, one of the best cinematic performances ever, without any qualification. For silent film novices, this is one of the best films to begin with (outside the comedies of Charlie Chaplin, Buster Keaton, and Harold Lloyd). Regardless of one’s familiarity with silent film, The Phantom of the Opera is a cinematic milestone.

My rating: 9.5/10

^ Based on my personal imdb rating. My interpretation of that ratings system can be found in the “Ratings system” page on my blog. Half-points are always rounded down.

For more of my reviews tagged “My Movie Odyssey”, check out the tag of the same name on my blog.

This is the twenty-third Movie Odyssey Retrospective. Movie Odyssey Retrospectives are reviews on films I had seen in their entirety before this blog’s creation or films I failed to give a full-length write-up to following the blog’s creation. Previous Retrospectives include Dracula (1931 English-language version), Oliver! (1968), and Peter Pan (1953).

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Scene - Amusement Park - Main Area

Employee “You can finish up if you’re able to do that. Thank you for your hard work!”

Alice “Eh? There’s still work to do in the venue, isn’t there? I’ll continue!”

Since the horn sounded, all my tasks had revolved around preparing the banquet hall and stage. My usual duties are in public relations and equipment management, so it’s only natural.

Alice “Besides, I just stepped out of my work a little while ago.”

During the preparations, a storm hit the clock tower, and I was allowed to go check on the situation. I ended up having a terrible experience of being caught in a tornado…

Alice (I should expect something to happen in this territory, too. Gowland said that, didn’t she?)

I think that way too. Along with the tension of everyone changing, the anxiety about an unknown natural phenomenon is significant.

Once again, I dreamed of the mysterious eggs. I couldn’t help but wonder about how they happily stated, “A storm will soon come to the amusement park.”

Alice (That was a dream. It might just be reflecting my own anxiety, but…)

Alice (But for some reason, it also feels like it’s not just that.)

Anyway, for now, I can only do what I need to do. Gowland is determined to carry out the event no matter what happens.

After setting up the signboard for the performance on the stage, I moved to the entrance of the amusement park. I was going to set up a sign here as well to announce the special event.

Just placing the signboard would cause it to blow away in the wind. I managed to secure it with weights and tied it tightly to the nearby streetlight with rope, when I was told it was time to finish.

Employee “You went out to check the situation at the clock tower, right? That’s not a break; it sounds like you had a tough time.”

Employee “It’s fine. We’ll be finishing up once we put away our tools, and another team is taking care of the venue.”

Alice “Is that so? Then, what about the banquet hall?”

Employee “That’s also being handled by another team right now. You can take a break.”

Employee “You’re still such a hard worker. If you overdo it before the main event, you’ll be exhausted later.”

Employee “You got swept up in a tornado and were feeling dizzy, right? It’s better not to push yourself.”

As they tidied up the tools and leftover rope, the surrounding employees showed their concern.

Alice “...Ugh. Well, that is true…”

The storm is finally approaching this territory. I didn’t expect to be able to take a break at this tense stage.

The tornado incident was certainly shocking, and if anything, I am grateful for the concern. However, I can’t help but wonder what I should do.

Alice (It’s not like I feel like leisurely reading or taking a nap. If anything, if I can...)

Alice “...I understand; I’ll take a break. Is it okay if I go to the sound booth for the stage?”

Employee “Eh? Does that mean you’re going to practice?”

Employee “In that case, it’s not really a break! Please make sure to rest properly; the owner has also said not to push yourself.”

Alice “Is that so?”

Alice (I thought they were unusually eager to recommend a break, so that’s what it is.)

Alice (Gowland… I’m not so fragile to need that much fuss.)

That said, it’s true that the schedule is demanding. When I think calmly, even though I’m energetic now, I might accumulate fatigue later.

Alice (But a little practice with the mixer should be okay, right?)

Since I'm not used to it, I want to review how to use the sound equipment as many times as necessary. However, another employee nearby suddenly interjected as if remembering something.

Employee “Oh, the sound booth is currently being used by another team. It’s for the magic show!”

Alice “A magic show? Ah, by Boris’s team.”

Alice (I see. I won’t even be able to touch the sound equipment.)

Someone from the same group might be practicing even with a small number of people. Should I look for them and join in…?

But then, I might get scolded by Gowland for not resting properly. Even if I visit Boris’s team, I might just be a nuisance…

Alice (It’s probably best to give up and truly take a break.)

Alice “...I’ll take a break until the time changes. Is it alright if I return to help with the venue after this?”

Employee “Yes, please do that! See you later!”

Alice “Yeah, see you later. Thank you for your hard work.”

We exchanged words and parted ways. As I walked back toward the mansion, I started to think about what to do next.

Alice (Even if I stay in my room, I’d probably just end up checking the script for the musical...)

I had already looked over the script so many times that the pages were starting to bend. It would be a waste to spend time just increasing my anxiety without doing anything.

Since I decided to take a break, I should properly refresh my mind.

Alice (I need to come back when the time changes. I don't have much time, but… should I go out?)

Speaking of refreshing my mind, going out is the best option. Although everywhere else already has storms approaching, so I can’t really take it easy…

Alice (Things are pretty intense everywhere. It might be good to check the situation again and brace myself.)

Alice (...Yeah, I’ll go take a look.)

Deciding to go out, I turned on my heel. As for my destination…

Alice (...I should definitely avoid the Heart Castle. Peter might say something.)

I thought he might complain when I lost the go-kart race, but he surprisingly acknowledged his defeat and went home.

However, if I run into him now, the topic will likely turn back to the musical.

Hatter's Mansion

Clock Tower

Hatter's Mansion

Alice (I'll go visit Hatter's Mansion.)

This is the Hatter's territory where the storm was the second to arrive. It’s been a while since I visited right after it hit.

Alice (I wonder if Blood is still in that lethargic state that’s more pronounced than usual? I hardly see him in such a state, and it’s interesting… I mean, it’s concerning.)

A few hours have passed since the storm arrived, and I’m curious about how he’s spending his time. There’s a chance I might be turned away, but I’ll go ahead and visit anyway.

Scene Change - Hatter Mansion - Blood's Room

Blood was, as expected, lounging in his room. He was sitting at his desk, but there was no sign that he was actually working.

He was sitting up straight, but it felt more like just for show. There was no vitality visible on his face.

Alice (Well, he usually doesn’t have much spirit to begin with…)

The lethargy hanging in the air was definitely more pronounced than usual. His mood didn’t seem good either.

Alice (Still… It seems there are surprisingly few people whose appearance visibly changes that much.)

It appeared that there was no obvious change in Blood. His appearance was as usual.

However, he looked quite lethargic. This had been the case even before the storm arrived…

Alice (I guess it might have been better not to come. Is his mood bad…?)

Facing him, I lightly regretted my decision. Fortunately, I wasn’t hearing any accusations about being a nuisance.

Blood “Welcome, Young Lady. I’m glad to see you, but I didn’t expect you to visit during this time.”

Blood “Especially since a storm is approaching your territory next; it’s quite calm of you… You’re a composed Young Lady.”

Alice “Thank you for the welcome. …Although it doesn’t really sound that way.”

Alice “If it was a bother, you could have just told me, you know? I could leave early.”

Blood “If it were a bother, I wouldn’t let you in. Since you went out of your way to come, I’m expecting you to make it a fun time.”

Alice (Ugh… Don’t put pressure on me like that…)

Alice “...I won’t be leaving early, but I’m not planning on staying too long either.”

Blood “Hmm… I believe the wind blew at the amusement park a few hours ago; did you notice?”

Blood “It's certain that the storm is approaching the amusement park as well. Soon, the entire nation will be engulfed by the storm… and I, because of it, have become even more gloomy.”

Alice “I know about the wind. It’s a sign of the approaching storm, isn’t it?”

As I was prompted to sit on the sofa, I asked while sitting down. Blood nodded, but he also showed a slightly surprised expression.

Blood “Oh, so you know about it. I thought you might have been outside completely unaware since you decided to visit at a time like this.”

Alice “Did you think I was just hanging around outside the whole time? Believe it or not, I’m quite busy despite how it may look!”

Blood “You intentionally chose to visit a mafia mansion while being quite busy? Hmm… you must really like me, don’t you?”

The lethargic expression on his face softened just a bit. It seems this sarcastic way of speaking is still intact.

Alice “At the amusement park, we have a special event on stage and a banquet just before the storm hits. I have practices and preparations for those, but I’ve been told to take a break since I've been moving around so much.”

I decided to gloss over his comment about me liking him and calmly continued my explanation.

Alice “But even when I have free time, I can’t seem to calm down, so I thought I’d distract myself somewhere. That’s why I came here.”

Blood “I see, so you chose me after all. Should I be thanking you, Young Lady?”

Alice “You don’t have to say anything. I’m not confident that I can provide you with engaging stories anyway…”

Alice “...If anything, I came here to enjoy myself a bit.”

With the latter part, I showed a mischievous grin, curling the corners of my lips. Blood raised an eyebrow slightly, as if wondering what I meant.

Alice “I came to observe the lazy mafia boss who’s become pitifully listless. I was curious about how you’ve been faring since the storm arrived.”

Alice “Thanks to the storm, you can see something wonderful at night. Aren’t you excited about it?”

Blood “Why would that be exciting? At first, I thought it would be night all the time, but it wasn’t.”

Blood “If it’s not going to be night forever, then that shooting star shower is nothing but a nuisance to me. I prefer quiet and subtle nights… I have no use for bright nights.”

Saying that, he let out a deep sigh. How wasteful not to enjoy something as magnificent as a meteor shower.

Alice “Don’t say things like that. Compared to other territories, it’s a wonderful phenomenon, isn’t it?”

Alice “It’s probably something special just for now; you should appreciate the stars.”

Blood “Ha, you’re being overly optimistic and in bad taste… …Young Lady, aren’t you starting to resemble your lover?”

Alice “Eh!?”

The lover he refers to is, of course, Gowland. Blood has known about our relationship for quite some time.

At an event, Blood once invited Gowland to a tea party. I was present at that time, and he teased me after figuring it out.

Alice (Come to think of it, Gowland got really jealous back then…)

Because I told Blood that he looks just like my ex-lover, it made things even more complicated. Now it’s just a bad memory, not a good one…

While I like Gowland, being told that I resemble him puts me in a strange mood.

Especially coming from Blood. Before thinking of it in a good way, bad thoughts come to mind.

Things like I’ve become carefree or that I've gotten boisterous… …That’s how Blood likely evaluates Gowland.

Alice “Stop it. I’m not starting to resemble him!”

Blood “No, no, you really are resembling him. It’s good to see you being lively without any waste.”

Alice (Ugh… even if you’re feeling weak, you’re still like this. …Such a man who doesn’t forget to strike back.)

Even though he looked lethargic to the highest degree, Blood was, after all, still Blood.

2. Clock Tower

Alice (I think I’ll go to the clock tower.)

It has just recently experienced a storm. I’ve met Julius at that time, but I wonder how he is now.

Alice (I wonder if he’s still immersed in his work? He doesn’t seem like he wants to go outside; is he not even concerned about his own changes?)

Alice (…No, he probably is concerned more than I expect. He might not be brooding alone…)

Even if I had been a inhabitant of this world from the beginning, I would still prefer having someone by my side.

Being alone and not worrying about the situation where something seems off about oneself, while that sounds rational… it likely wouldn’t be easy in reality.

Alice (I might be seen as a bother for coming again… But I think I’ll go see him one more time.)

In fact, it seems Julius doesn’t want anyone to see how he has changed. If I’m going to check up on him, now is the best time.

Scene Change - Clock Tower - Julius's Room

Julius “Back again? You just came here a little while ago, why do you keep coming here?”

I visited Julius's workspace. As expected, he was going about his usual routine without any change.

He was seated at his workbench, wearing glasses, carefully repairing a multitude of broken clocks.

Even though his appearance had changed, his dedication to work remained the same.

He seemed more exasperated than surprised at my arrival. Even so, I expected him to be direct, but his first words were excessively curt.

Alice “You don’t have to say it like that. I came all this way to see you.”

Alice “I barely got to thank you for your help back then…”

Julius “Who asked you to come? I don’t need your thanks. Rather, it’s more of a nuisance if anything.”

Julius “I heard the wind blew a few hours ago. You must have been told by those staying at your place; that wind is…”

Alice “Oh, yes, they taught me well. It’s a precursor to the storm; it’s a windy omen, isn’t it?”

Alice “The storm will arrive in a few hours, right? I can’t tell, but everyone at the amusement park is saying the presence has gotten really strong.”

Julius “Well, it seems you’ve been listening, huh? So you knew and yet you were still wandering around… truly, it’s beyond eccentricism.”

He said with his usual unreserved tone as he placed his tools back on the workbench.

The fact that he paused his work might mean he isn’t as bothered as he claims. If I don’t fall for his words, he’s actually quite easy to read.

Alice “Why is it such a problem that I’m out and about now? Is it because of that tornado after all?”

As I tilted my head to ask, Julius furrowed his brows again.

Julius “Yes, there are disturbances not just here, but in other territories as well. The likelihood of getting caught up in trouble is far too high.”

He sounded as if he was scolding a daughter for what would happen if that occurred.

Alice (Or rather, he’s acting just like that… …Even though I’m not his daughter.)

Alice “Oh, so Julius was actually worrying about me.”

Alice “I’m fine with tornadoes; I’ve learned that they won’t come close unless they’re provoked. The other territories are relatively peaceful compared to here, so there’s no need for concern.”

I approached the workbench with light steps. Julius looked increasingly displeased as I drew near.

Julius “Worry? Who said anything about that!? I’m saying your actions are reckless!”

Alice “I can hear you without you needing to raise your voice. …My apologies for being reckless.”

Alice “But I wanted to meet you one more time since I had some time free. You’re here alone, so I was worried.”

Julius “...!”

His stern expression transformed into one of indescribable surprise as he let out a breath. It was clear he was embarrassed.

He usually tries to mask his expressions, so this was rare. In the end, he wasn’t hiding it well, but right now, he wasn’t making an effort to conceal it at all.

Julius “Seriously, you always… Don’t say you were worried about me; it makes me blush.”

Julius “I can’t say I’m worried, but I do care about you. That’s precisely why you don’t need to force yourself to come out.”

Alice “Eh? Really…?”

I opened my mouth in shock. I felt like I heard words from Julius that I didn’t expect.

Alice (“You’re making me blush”? “I care about you”?)

I know he’s shy and that he actually cares about me. I know that, but… he’s not the type to say it outright.

Alice (What’s gotten into him? He seems unusually honest for Julius.)

He looked quite different with just a change in hairstyle. He appeared even less like himself than before.

Alice (Maybe he’s being straightforward because I’ve come to see him twice. Is he getting fed up with my roundaboutness?)

Alice “…”

Alice “I’ll come back again after the storm passes. Uh… I’m not sure how to put this…”

I genuinely hope he gets through the storm safely. How should I say it?

Alice (I can’t find the right words…)

Alice “...Good luck? No, maybe it’s more like wishing you luck…?”

Julius “You don’t need to pray for anything. If you’re thinking of me, you should just go home quickly…”

This was also a very honest statement, clear from his heart.

Alice (…??? Could it be that he’s changing on the inside?)

Choices Converge

Scene - Amusement Park - Main Area

As the time changed while I was out, I hurried back to the amusement park.

The sky was a pale crimson of sunset. While it evokes a sense of melancholy, that’s not the case at the amusement park.

Woman “Hey, did you see that sign? They’re having a special event at the central stage just before the storm hits the amusement park!”

Woman “Yeah, I saw it! It sounds fun! Just before the storm, which means it’s starting soon, right?”

Woman “Let’s stay here! Staying at home during the storm wouldn’t be as exciting; it’s better to celebrate here!”

Man “Oooh, I can feel the energy in the air already! Come on, hurry!”

Man “You’re way too hyped up. You’ve already had quite a bit to drink… I won’t be surprised if you pass out before the storm comes!”

Man “I won’t pass out! I can still drink more!”

Alice (…Things are getting more and more lively.)

It seems people anticipating the storm are steadily gathering. For the residents of other territories that have already encountered the storm, their visit to the amusement park is something extraordinary.

For the residents, this place is recognized as one to welcome the storm and celebrate with everyone.

Alice (…………)

Suddenly, I recalled the dream I had when I slept before. That strange talking eggs, which for some reason have been appearing in my dreams more than Nightmare lately.

They were clamoring atop some castle gate, looking absolutely thrilled about the approaching storm.

Alice (The storm is coming, but they were making a fuss that the precursor has sounded, meaning it will be here soon. I wonder if that truly reflects what’s in my heart?)

However, I can’t frolic as innocently as the eggs. It felt like too much of a stretch to do so.

Alice (A few more time changes have occurred since the precursor. It must really be coming soon now.)

Our musical is nearing the latter part in the performance order. The main event will likely happen after the storm arrives.

…In various senses, there’s more tension than anticipation.

Alice (My first storm…!)

Though it’s my first time now, if I’m going to be here for a while, it’s something I will inevitably experience.

Alice (There’s a possibility of some outrageous abnormal phenomenon occurring. Will I really be able to have fun?)

Alice (…Well, there’s no point in thinking about that right now. I have to head to the stage quickly.)

There should be still plenty of things to do, like helping with the setup. I hurried through the bustling crowd toward the central stage.

Scene Change - Amusement Park - Stage

Employee “Ah, ah, testing, testing! …Hmm, no good, it’s howling!”

Employee “Which speaker is causing it? Could you move that one on the end a bit?”

Employee “Got it!”

Employee “Shouldn't we also shift the position of the speaker next to it a little? Move it a bit to the right!”

Employee “Okay, I’ll try that!”

On stage, the decorations and basic equipment were all set up. It seemed they were now entering final adjustments.

Alice (I guess all that’s left is to tidy up backstage? I should also clean the audience area one last time.)

There are likely plenty of other chores as well. As I looked around for someone to ask for instructions, Gowland appeared from backstage.

Gowland “Hey, Alice! Thanks for your hard work!”

Alice “Gowland. You’re here too!”

I walked over and climbed up onto the stage using the stairs provided next to it.

There were employees around checking the microphone tests and speaker positions. We moved to a spot where we wouldn’t get in the way.

Perhaps it was also a test, but the stage lit up brightly. The spray art painted on the back wall stood out vividly.

Gowland “I was checking in with the banquet hall and moving around in order. Since things are going well, if all goes quickly, we should be able to start the first performance in this time frame.”

Alice “Yeah, I was surprised by how quickly things were progressing as well. I came here to work, but it seems like it’s almost the time; what should I do?”

I immediately sought his guidance. Gowland smiled, looking somewhat exasperated.

Gowland “You’re diving right in… you could still rest a bit more, you know? You just came back from outside, didn’t you?”

Alice “Eh? Yeah… I got a break after all.”

The suggestion to take a break possibly stemmed from Gowland’s intentions. The employees might have casually conveyed it.

Alice “I figured there wouldn’t be another chance until after the storm passed, so I thought I’d take advantage of now. I ventured out to another territory.”

Gowland “...Another territory?”

Gowland’s voice questioning back was unexpectedly deep, making me echo, “Eh?” The smile had faded from his face.

Alice (What? Why such a reaction?)

Alice (Did something go wrong by going to another territory?)

Gowland “Did you really go to another territory right before a storm is coming? You just went to the clock tower too… Well, being active isn’t a bad thing, but…”

Gowland “Everywhere else already has storms arriving, and the towns must be in chaos. If you’re going to go to another territory, at least let me know first.”

“Aren't you worried?” he said lightly tapping the top of my head with his fist. Even though I had returned safely, it seemed I had worried him enough that his smile had disappeared.

Alice (…It’s easy to read his thoughts.)

He makes his feelings clear, and even when he tries to hide them, he can’t. Worries, anxieties… those kinds of emotions.

Well, in a different situation or with a different person, he might easily hide them. Is it true that when someone falls in love, they become vulnerable? …He’s not hiding anything from me.

Gowland “Oh, but… you didn’t go to the Heart Castle, did you?”

He asked with an increasingly worried expression, causing me to involuntarily let out a wry smile.

Alice “I didn’t go there. If I met Peter now, I wouldn’t know what he’d say.”

Whether it would be an apology for losing or him clinging to me out of concern, or asking for another chance, I couldn’t tell.

In any case, it makes me feel uneasy since I’m rejoicing in Gowland's victory.

Gowland “No, but… you’d want to see the White Rabbit, of course. That guy is…”

His voice was mumbled, so I couldn't quite catch the crucial part.

Alice “Eh…?”

More than the content, I was troubled by his demeanor. He’s supposed to be easy to read, yet I couldn’t grasp his thoughts… he seemed lonely.

Alice (It feels like… saying goodbye to someone.)

Diana, back at my family home, used to have that look sometimes. Though it might not be appropriate to compare it to a lover, it fits perfectly now.

Alice (…???)

Gowland “Um… Considering it’s him, I was bracing myself for him to challenge me again, even at this last minute.”

Gowland “The presence of the storm is nearing by the minute. The fact that he hasn’t said anything at this point means that it’s probably okay going forward.”

I hadn’t realized Gowland had such concerns. I felt genuinely sorry for causing him to worry.

Even while he was concerned about Peter, he had taken steps to ensure I could rest. Even the whisper from earlier faded away.

There’s also the matter of the musical. As the owner and lord, he must have a myriad of thoughts running through his mind.

Alice “I’m sorry for dragging you around because of me.”

I feel loved, even to the extent that I could say I’m spoiled and cherished.

Gowland “Oh, so you’re aware that you’re dragging me around? That’s nice to hear.”

Gowland said playfully as he laughed heartily.

Now that I understand it’s intentional, it became clear what he was thinking. My sincere apology had been conveyed.

Alice (But there’s no point in getting serious right before this festival…)

Thinking I understood his intentions, I deliberately replied with a pout.

Alice “About wandering around without saying anything and the matter of Peter. But I’ve been sufficiently swept up by you as well.”

Even the musical, which started on his wishes, is a testament to that.

Gowland “Am I the one dragging you around? I don’t really feel like I’m doing that much at all.”

Alice “That’s not true. You’re definitely dragging me around.”

Even if I don’t reveal it, there are many moments when his casual actions make my heart race.

When I wanted him to jump bungee with me, I pouted like a child. But now, he’s showing me a caring, adult-like kindness that feels embracing.

Alice (He’s a grown-up, but also a child…)

Gowland “I see, if you say so, then maybe it is. So if we’re both dragging each other around, then it’s a fair trade.”

Alice “…Well, I suppose so. Let’s leave it at that…”

Employee “Excuse me, you two. Could you move out of the way, please!?”

Alice “Eek!!”

Gowland “Ah! Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to get in the way!”

A male employee was carrying an object that looked like a long table, approaching us. Another employee was holding the opposite side, and they were setting it up together.

Come to think of it, the first performance is a chorus. This is a platform often seen in school or church choirs, intended for those in the back row.

Alice “Uh, I’m sorry.”

Brought back to reality that I had forgotten, I felt embarrassed and stepped aside.

Employee “No worries! I’ll take care of this quickly!”

The employee, oblivious to (or perhaps indifferent toward) our awkward atmosphere, set up the platform and then left.

Alice “…………”

Gowland “Ah… Uh…”

We both pondered whether to restart the interrupted conversation. Eventually, Gowland relaxed his cheeks with a “Well, it’s fine” and said:

Gowland “...Let’s go. It seems the preparations here and in the banquet hall are going smoothly, so let’s do a rehearsal.”

Gowland “Just the ones who can gather. Even if we can’t go through the whole thing, we can manage by scene.”

Alice “...Yeah, that sounds good. Let’s do that.”

Alice (The storm is about to come to this amusement park as well. Soon the whole nation will be swallowed by the storm, and everyone will be tossed around…)

Gowland “The storm is almost here. I still don’t know what’s going to happen this time, but…”

Gowland “I want you to stay here. No matter how shocking things might get… even if you’re tossed around, stay here.”

Alice “...Of course. There’s no way I’m going anywhere.”

Alice “I’ve come this far. There’s no way I’ll go anywhere else while a storm is happening here.”

Whether the storm comes or not, I intend to stay right here.

End Event

[midnightlee25]

can you say some more about yandere gowland?

Random Yandere Headcanons: Character Headcanons: Mary Gowland

He can be a very soft and sweet yandere or a very strict and cold yandere. It all depends on his darling. 

However, getting him to that point where he is mean to his darling does take a long time to do. 

He brightens whenever his darling comes to visit his domain but when they leave, he becomes quite gloomy until the next time they visit. 

If they stay with Julius, then he will try everything in his power to get them to come stay with him. 

 He will play them songs that he wrote himself not very well but he tries his best to serenade them. 

When his darling does visit his home no one is allowed to disturb their time together. No one or else they will face a fate worse than death. 

[vermiliondreams]

Next year marks the 100th anniversary of this horror masterpiece.

The Phantom of the Opera is a 1925 American Universal Classic Monster silent horror film adaptation of Gaston Leroux's novel of the same name directed by Rupert Julian and starring Lon Chaney in the title role of the deformed Phantom who haunts the Paris Opera House, causing murder and mayhem in an attempt to make the woman he loves a star. The film remains most famous for Chaney's ghastly, self-devised make-up, which was kept a studio secret until the film's premiere. The picture also features Mary Philbin, Norman Kerry, Arthur Edmund Carewe, Gibson Gowland, John St. Polis and Snitz Edwards. The last surviving cast member was Carla Laemmle (1909–2014), niece of producer Carl Laemmle, who played a small role as a "prima ballerina" in the film when she was about 15 years old. The first cut of the film was previewed in Los Angeles on January 26, 1925. The film was released on September 6, 1925, premiering at the Astor Theatre in New York. Vaudeville stars Broderick & Felsen created a live prologue for the film's Broadway presentation at the B.S. Moss Colony Theater beginning on November 28, 1925. The film's final budget was $632,357

[lizzy-bonnet]

Austenian Dads

A recent post about mothers-in-law by @bethanydelleman had me thinking about the dads in Jane Austen. We get a lot of discourse about mothers and mother figures, who have big, important roles in the stores, but her depictions of fatherhood are interesting too. Here, in my opinion, are the dads and dad-like figures in her novels, ranked from best to worst.

(note: I've left out deceased and barely-there dads, but I will note that Mr. Dashwood's attempt to look out for his daughters, and the amount of grief occasioned by his death, indicate that he is a Top Dad.)

Mr. Musgrove - Notwithstanding "poor Richard", Mr. Musgrove has three reasonably well-adjusted adult children, seems to love his younger children, and goes to his daughter's bedside when she is injured. His children all make Sensible Matches, and he likes kids enough to permit the little Harvilles to be brought back to Uppercross to increase its noise. He folds my beloved Anne into his family and treats her affectionately whenever she is with them. By the standards of the day, he seems pretty solid. 8/10 Least Bad Dad.

Sir John Middleton - Like Mr. Musgrove, Sir John is a people person. His immediate and unreserved adoption of the Dashwoods in their hour of need tells us that he is an unambiguously good-hearted person, which usually leads to loving parenting. His kids are young so we don't see him interacting much with them, but his desire to give everyone a nice time bodes well. He doesn't notice when his teasing goes to far. 7/10 definitely tells the same dad joke over and over.

Mr. Bennet - As a reader I love him because he's pithy, but he's honestly not a great dad, and is not modeling a happy marriage for his daughters. He shows favouritism to Lizzy, lets Lydia run wild, is hurtful towards Mary and Kitty, and fails to save up any money to bribe worthless young men to marry his daughters. 5/10 for putting all his eggs in the "having a son" basket and then doing nothing when the handle on the basket breaks.

Lt. Price - Loud, embarrassing, shiftless. Ignores his daughters but seems to maybe do OK with his sons? 3.5/10, tops.

Sir Walter Elliot - This fucking guy, am I right? He's vain, he's self-obsessed, he's a spendthrift, and he's a dreadful parent. His eldest daughter is his favourite and he basically forgets Anne and Mary exist when they're not directly in front of him (and sometimes doesn't notice them even when they are). His favouritism has damaged Anne and Mary in different ways to Mr. Bennet's to his younger daughters, but the source is the same: he has one child who is like him and others that he doesn't click with, so he basically lets them shift for themselves. In the Elliot household I'm certain this means that sensitive Anne was left to grieve her mother without any comfort from her father. It's no wonder she was ready to marry the first loving man she saw. When he sees her looking well, he thinks it's down to her skin care regimen. 3/10 merely Gowland's.

Sir Thomas Bertram - Poor Fanny, her father figures are both the pits. Sir Thomas knows absolutely zero about what any of his kids are like and can't see how bad Aunt Norris's influence is on all of them. He swings wildly between neglectful and overbearing, and then tries to pressure Fanny into marrying Henry Crawford despite his attentions making her visibly miserable. He also knows perfectly well that Fanny is shy, and yet does not give her any warning that he's throwing a ball for her coming out, plus he sends her home to Portsmouth as a sort of weirdo punishment to make her see what she's missing by not marrying Henry. 2/10 points and he really only gets these for 1. offering to free Maria from her engagement and 2. getting a fire in Fanny's grate, even if he left it until WAY too late to do her much good.

General Tilney - the closest Austen gives us to a villainous parent. The General is dictatorial to his children, oppressive around the house and occasionally creepy towards Catherine. This is made apparent by the fact that the Abbey suddenly becomes much more fun when he goes off to London. He shows himself the ultimate Bad Dad by tossing his daughter's friend out of the house without explanation and hardly the resources to get herself home. 0/10 Gothic Tyrant Dad.

[forecast-draws]

Reply or put in the tags if you have more than one answer, or if it’s someone whose name I couldn’t fit! Currently, Alice Liddell is the next one I’m working on, but beyond her, I’m not sure who I should work on next!