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wilwarin538 · 04-10-2010, 08:36 PM

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Alirin walked further and further from the mushroom and continued down the garden path. After a time she could hear some voices and was curious at whom she would meet next, hoping the conversation would not be cut short due to fatalities.

She turned a bend in the path and came upon an odd house all covered in fur and with chimneys shaped like ears; the two windows and the door also looked like a face. Beside the house was an extremely long table scattered with dishes, and saucers, and cups, and teapots. Even though the table had many seats the three people sitting at it were all crowded close together. In the middle was a dormouse fast asleep, on one side was a hare and the other a man wearing a large hat, and the two were resting their elbows on the Dormouse as they spoke.

“No room! No room!” they cried out when they saw Alirin approaching. “There’s plenty of room!” she responded, rather rudely, and sat down at the head of the table closest to them, without waiting for an invitation.

They sat for a time without saying anything, which Alirin thought odd since they both seemed like the types who would like to chat. Just as she was about to start a conversation (though the weather would certainly not be the subject) the Hatter and the Hare began to sing together.

Twinkle, twinkle little bat!
How I wonder what you’re at!
Up above the world you fly,
Like a tea-tray in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle - -

This is when the Dormouse shook himself and began singing in his sleep, “twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle...” and went on so long that the Hatter had to pinch him to stop.

Another moment of silence occurred and then the March Hare decided to speak. “I’m bored; perhaps the young lady will tell us a story.”

“I don’t think I know any!” Alirin responded, feeling alarmed at being put on the spot.

“Then the Dormouse shall!” the Mad Hatter decided as he pinched the little creature awake.

So the Dormouse awoke and began to tell his tale, with curious Alirin interrupting with questions all the while. “There were once three sisters who lived at the bottom of a well...”

“What did they live on?'

“Treacle.” after a moment of thought.

“But they couldn’t have, they’d have been ill.”

“And so they were. Very ill.” the Dormouse responded.

“But why did they live there?” the curious little girl asked.

“Because it was a treacle-well. And so the three little girls were learning to draw.”

“What did they draw?”

“Treacle.” he said, without hesitation.

“I need a clean cup!” the Hatter announced, “move a place over!” And so they all got up and moved a place over. Once they were settled the Dormouse continued.

“They also drew things that began with the latter M, like mouse-traps, and the moon, and muchness – you know, you say things are “much of a muchness” – and memory, and mobility, and mirrors and wolves.”

“Wolves doesn’t start with an M, it starts with a W.” Alirin interrupted.

“Yes, well a W is simply an M upside down; just as if you take the word “mouse” and turn it upside down you get the word “wolf”. So upside down I am actually a dorwolf.” He replied, as he started to dose off again.

Before Alirin could say anything about how little sense this made, the March Hare spoke up. “Well, I didn’t know that about you!” he exclaimed.

“Neither did I!” the Mad Hatter said. And so the two grabbed the sleeping Dormouse by the tail and held him upside down to see what would happen. After merely moments the little creature’s white fur began to turn brown, and large fangs were growing out of his mouth. Feeling afraid the Hare and the Hatter stuffed the transforming Dorwolf into a nearby teapot all full of tea. After holding down the shaking china for a few moments it quickly stopped.

Alirin got up now from her large chair and ran down the path, feeling quite alarmed by the evil dormouse and its sudden demise, and starting to think that perhaps she’d like to go home now.

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Dead
Fea - Red Queen - Cobbler - lynched Day 1
Boro - the Caterpillar - Shirriff - killed Night 2
Sally - the Dormouse - Wolf - lynched Day 2

Alive
Glirdan – Mad Hatter
Nogrod – Cheshire Cat
Wintywinty – Tweedledum
Isabellkya – White Rabbit
Mira – March Hare
Agan – Queen of Hearts
Inzil – King of Hearts
Shasta – Knave of Hearts
Lottie – Duchess
Nerwen – the Dodo
Legate – Jabberwocky
Morsul – the Mock Turtle
Nienna – White Queen
Skip – Humpty Dumpty
Lommy – the Gryphon
Greenie – White Knight
Brinniel – Tweedledee

It is now Night 3.

04-10-2010, 08:36 PM	#449
wilwarin538 Fluttering Enchantment Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: Canada Posts: 2,508	Day 2 - End ~~~~~~~~~~~ Alirin walked further and further from the mushroom and continued down the garden path. After a time she could hear some voices and was curious at whom she would meet next, hoping the conversation would not be cut short due to fatalities. She turned a bend in the path and came upon an odd house all covered in fur and with chimneys shaped like ears; the two windows and the door also looked like a face. Beside the house was an extremely long table scattered with dishes, and saucers, and cups, and teapots. Even though the table had many seats the three people sitting at it were all crowded close together. In the middle was a dormouse fast asleep, on one side was a hare and the other a man wearing a large hat, and the two were resting their elbows on the Dormouse as they spoke. “No room! No room!” they cried out when they saw Alirin approaching. “There’s plenty of room!” she responded, rather rudely, and sat down at the head of the table closest to them, without waiting for an invitation. They sat for a time without saying anything, which Alirin thought odd since they both seemed like the types who would like to chat. Just as she was about to start a conversation (though the weather would certainly not be the subject) the Hatter and the Hare began to sing together. Twinkle, twinkle little bat! How I wonder what you’re at! Up above the world you fly, Like a tea-tray in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle - - This is when the Dormouse shook himself and began singing in his sleep, “twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle...” and went on so long that the Hatter had to pinch him to stop. Another moment of silence occurred and then the March Hare decided to speak. “I’m bored; perhaps the young lady will tell us a story.” “I don’t think I know any!” Alirin responded, feeling alarmed at being put on the spot. “Then the Dormouse shall!” the Mad Hatter decided as he pinched the little creature awake. So the Dormouse awoke and began to tell his tale, with curious Alirin interrupting with questions all the while. “There were once three sisters who lived at the bottom of a well...” “What did they live on?' “Treacle.” after a moment of thought. “But they couldn’t have, they’d have been ill.” “And so they were. Very ill.” the Dormouse responded. “But why did they live there?” the curious little girl asked. “Because it was a treacle-well. And so the three little girls were learning to draw.” “What did they draw?” “Treacle.” he said, without hesitation. “I need a clean cup!” the Hatter announced, “move a place over!” And so they all got up and moved a place over. Once they were settled the Dormouse continued. “They also drew things that began with the latter M, like mouse-traps, and the moon, and muchness – you know, you say things are “much of a muchness” – and memory, and mobility, and mirrors and wolves.” “Wolves doesn’t start with an M, it starts with a W.” Alirin interrupted. “Yes, well a W is simply an M upside down; just as if you take the word “mouse” and turn it upside down you get the word “wolf”. So upside down I am actually a dorwolf.” He replied, as he started to dose off again. Before Alirin could say anything about how little sense this made, the March Hare spoke up. “Well, I didn’t know that about you!” he exclaimed. “Neither did I!” the Mad Hatter said. And so the two grabbed the sleeping Dormouse by the tail and held him upside down to see what would happen. After merely moments the little creature’s white fur began to turn brown, and large fangs were growing out of his mouth. Feeling afraid the Hare and the Hatter stuffed the transforming Dorwolf into a nearby teapot all full of tea. After holding down the shaking china for a few moments it quickly stopped. Alirin got up now from her large chair and ran down the path, feeling quite alarmed by the evil dormouse and its sudden demise, and starting to think that perhaps she’d like to go home now. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dead Fea - Red Queen - Cobbler - lynched Day 1 Boro - the Caterpillar - Shirriff - killed Night 2 Sally - the Dormouse - Wolf - lynched Day 2 Alive Glirdan – Mad Hatter Nogrod – Cheshire Cat Wintywinty – Tweedledum Isabellkya – White Rabbit Mira – March Hare Agan – Queen of Hearts Inzil – King of Hearts Shasta – Knave of Hearts Lottie – Duchess Nerwen – the Dodo Legate – Jabberwocky Morsul – the Mock Turtle Nienna – White Queen Skip – Humpty Dumpty Lommy – the Gryphon Greenie – White Knight Brinniel – Tweedledee It is now Night 3. __________________ Comme une étoile amarante Comme un papillon de nuit C'est la lumière qui m'attire La flamme qui m'éblouit Fenris Muffin Last edited by wilwarin538; 04-10-2010 at 08:43 PM.