Another night, and a newly arrived Haunt meant that Alice was once again leaning against a lamppost, on the corner of hither and yon, blocks away from the Aboveground entrance to the diminished, but growing Deep Kingdom.
Yellow lamplight makes the Doll's pale pallor and ghostly locks gleam out as a beacon. Amethyst sunglasses were on their perch, and her prop-folding cane was held loosely in a bone pale hand.
She didn't know if Robert would be there when she came back, of if his plans were to leave and come back, and she didn't know if Longstreet would be around. She hadn't noticed his paltry Beast near the winding catacombs, or the serenity of the Caldarium, but that didn't mean the thuggish aura'd haunt hadn't passed through while Alice was busy with other things. So it might just be the Ladies of the Clan who would be Below this evening.
A mirror to the last time she'd waited here for a Cousin, the morlock hums, Zephyrus' breath runs through her hair, pulls her skirt and drags the notes out into the world...
....doing nothing to draw the kine closer.