Alice felt weird. She'd been feeling weird since she woke up. All fuzzy and distant, different then what she used to know with the ice, and she...didn't like it. Not one bit. She knew she'd found something, she couldn't remember but it felt right before she'd let Ale stake her, but she just-she didn't-she wanted to feel, and be and just...she didn't know. But she knew she needed something that wasn't sedate. That wasn't a routine or something monotonous.
So, Alice gave thought, who was the lest dull and monotonous person she knew. Which lead to only one answer. Which lead Alice to one question, which she hoped was the right one.
What would Vivian do?
Which is why she texted - well, voice to texted - her Coterie mates about tonight. To get their sexy on and to expect some fun. Which was followed by the address of the only club she did know.
District 30, last time she was here was a year ago. When Konrad was still here, and Alice had eyes.
Then, with the echoing thought of what would vivian do? she dressed.
Alice was terrified of the reception she'd receive with her amethyst shades, and her cane, paired with the outfit she had to borrow from her ghoul, but still she strove forward, because she was afraid.
Just that lighting struck emotion, was already miles better then the soft gauzy distance that had been effecting her.