☕️ Alice’s Mad Tea Party Presents:
🫖 Alice Spills the Tea: Chaos, Council, and Couch Confessions
Well, well, well. Welcome to my Mad Tea Paty and to the World of 4EverMore, darlings. A place where time stands still, beauty never fades, and chaos is as eternal as the immortals who live here. And let me tell you, if you think being immortal means you can take it easy, you’d be terribly wrong. Just ask anyone who was around when everything went totally sideways that one time. Oh, and did I mention I was there, fashionably late as usual? Trust me, you’re going to love this.
Picture this: total pandemonium. The witches were having a full-on meltdown over a spell that, spoiler alert, wasn’t going to fix itself. The Day Walkers? Oh, they were busy throwing shade and bickering about patrols. And the NightStalkers? Well, they were off being delightfully evil, as always. It was a recipe for disaster—just the way we like it.
Cue the entrance of Queen Sonia. Her royal grace? Gone. Her fury? Very much present. She stormed in, eyes blazing like she was ready to unleash chaos on purpose. And of course, I waltzed in a little late because… who wants to be on time for a meltdown? Not me, darling.
Sonia stood at the head of the table, radiating the "I’m about to lose my damn mind" energy. She slammed her fist down on the table with all the grace of a rampaging dragon. Goblets bounced. Witches shrieked. It was perfection.
"Listen up!" Sonia barked. "Get it together or we’ll all be swimming in this mess!"
Before anyone could even process the catastrophe unfolding, Seraphina, always the queen of timing, dropped the perfect line. “Oh great, we’re all going to drown! Anyone got a damn life jacket?”
And just like that, the tension cracked like a bad spell, and nervous laughter spread like wildfire. Me? Oh, I raised my goblet and, with zero sincerity, proclaimed, “To our impending doom! May we burn gloriously in the flames of our own incompetence!”
A few glasses clinked. People toasted. Because, honestly, if we’re all going down, it might as well be with style.
But Sonia? Oh, she wasn’t having it. The laughter died down as she gave us all a look that could freeze a dragon in its tracks. “Laugh all you want,” she growled, “But if we don’t fix this, 4EverMore won’t be here for you to laugh at.”
Uh-oh. The mood shifted faster than a vampire in a blood frenzy. Nobody was laughing now. Except for me, of course. I live for the drama.
Sonia, ever the queen of absolute control, let the silence settle before lowering her voice. “This bickering, this nonsense—it’s tearing us apart. We are immortals, not children.”
That’s when Lysander, our resident “I’m so reasonable, please take me seriously” guy, stood up and said, “Enough. Sonia’s right. If we don’t work together, we’re toast.”
Of course, just as you think we’re about to reach some semblance of order, a Red Witch from the back muttered, “Are we hugging now, Lysander? Should we sing kumbaya too?”
I swear, sometimes I think people forget who they’re dealing with here.
Sonia, taking full advantage of the fact that even Lysander had lost control, seized the moment. “We need a plan, a real plan,” she said, sounding like someone who’d had just enough of our nonsense. "Not just to stop the chaos, but to make sure it never gets this bad again."
As we all stewed in the uncomfortable silence of actually having to work together for once, the doors flew open. And there stood one of our Guardians, panting like he'd just run a marathon. "My Queen," he gasped, eyes wide, “The council’s been taken hostage in the City of Secrets!”
Now, if you think the room was tense before, you should have seen it now. A hostage situation in the City of Secrets? This wasn’t just bad. This was catastrophic.
Sonia, her face hardening like stone, snapped into action. “We don’t have time for this bickering anymore. We act, now.”
The room went from chaos to productive chaos in record time. Lysander was already orchestrating a strike force, the Witches of Westbrook were mixing potions, and even the NightStalkers—begrudgingly—were putting their shady expertise to use.
And me? Well, darling, I leaned back, sipped my wine, and took in the sight of all that delightful, glorious madness. “Oh, 4EverMore,” I sighed dramatically, “You never disappoint.”
But Sonia? She caught my eye and, oh, the look she gave me… a mixture of pure exasperation and thank God you’re on our side. We were a mess, sure, but we were her mess. And somehow, someway, we’d get out of this.
Always on the edge of disaster, but never quite falling over.
Then, just as I thought things couldn’t get any crazier, Sonia—forever the drama queen—fumed, “I swear, I’m sick of all this nonsense! First, it’s spells gone wrong, then the Day Walkers acting like toddlers, and now the council is taken hostage? What next?! Has everyone lost their minds?!”
The room went completely silent, except for one Red Witch in the back who muttered, “Well, at least it’s never boring around here…”
And before Sonia could lash out, Lysander and Seraphina, like two mischievous kittens, jumped in front of her with a "Gotcha!"—turns out, the hostage situation was all a prank.
Sonia stood there, completely stunned, her mouth hanging open as everyone erupted in laughter. Slowly, her gaze shifted to Lysander, narrowing into daggers.
“I'm Sleeping on the couch tonight,” she muttered, her voice deadly calm. “With All the pillows and all the blankets.”
And with that, she spun around and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.
Silence followed for a whole three seconds before the room exploded into fits of laughter again. Honestly, you can’t make this stuff up.
As for Sonia? Well, I’m sure she laughed harder than anyone else when she was alone—though she’ll never admit it. After all, in 4EverMore, chaos is just another day at the office.
