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Alirin continued to run away from the little house with the dead rabbit until she realised where she was. The sight of the mad tea party made her realise she had run back the way she came from. She was about to turn and go back but then thought otherwise. “That evil mouse is dead, so I don’t have to be worried about him. I also never had the opportunity to speak with the other two, they seemed much nicer. Perhaps I’ll stay” she said to herself as she walked up to the table. The first thing she noticed was that they were now on the opposite side of the table as “the teapot”.
“No room! No room!” the March Hare yelled out when he saw her.
“No, but she is the one who was here earlier, we have room for her!” the Mad Hatter replied, pulling back the seat beside him for her to sit.
“No no, that’s not her at all.” the March Hare argued.
“I assure you it is. I’d know him anywhere!” the Mad Hatter replied with an odd giggle. So Alirin sat down.
“What day of the month is it?” the Hatter asked her, he was holding up his pocket watch to his ear, looking rather concerned. At this moment the March hare was pouring tea into a cup with no bottom.
“The twelfth.” Alirin responded.
“I knew it!” he exclaimed. “Two days wrong! I told you butter would do no good!” he said to the Hare.
“But it was the best butter!” the Hare responded before his spoon distracted him.
“Why is a raven like a writing desk?” the Hatter asked her, as he started dipping his pocket watch into his tea and occasionally holding it back up to his ear.
“Oh, well I’m not sure.” Alirin said after a few moments of thought. “What is the answer?”
“I haven’t the slightest idea!” he answered as he took a sip of tea.
“Well, I think you might do something better with the time, then wasting it by asking riddles that have no answers!” Alirin told him, rather put out.
“If you knew Time as well as I did,” the Hatter responded, “you wouldn’t be talking about IT, but rather HIM. I dare say you’ve never even spoken to Time!”
“And you do?” she asked, extremely curious.
“Why yes. Or, at least before last March. We got into a quarrel, right around the time that he (pointing at the Hare) went mad. It was at the great concert of the Queen of Hearts, and I had to sing. Well I was only into the second verse when she screamed out ‘He’s murdering the time! Off with his head!’”
“How dreadful!” Alirin responded, though she had become rather accustomed to violent deaths recently.
“So it was. Now he does nothing I ask, and it’s always 6 o’clock.” he replied, rather mournfully.
“The time for tea!” she concluded, now understanding why the tea table was so scattered with dishes.
“Indeed, it’s always tea time here!” he said, suddenly joyful. Just as she was starting to enjoy herself, this is when everything got terrible again. It all started when she asked a simple question.
“What is the number written on your hat?” she asked the Hatter.
“Oh, that is the price I’m selling this hat for.” he answered, looking sad again. “It’s my last one, that’s why I wear it. You see, I’m a wolf man.”
“A what?!” she asked, rather alarmed.
“A poor man.” he responded, clearing his throat. The March Hare was now pouring from a three spouted tea pot into three different cups (one of which was already full, the other with a large hole in it).
“That isn’t what you said before. You said wolf, not poor!” Alirin said, getting concerned and remembering what happened last time she was at this tea party and someone said “wolf”.
“No, no, no, I didn’t, no, no.” he responded, in the midst of giggling, crying and biting on his tea and butter flavoured pocket watch. As Alirin started to back away from the crazy Hatter there was a part of her that was slightly concerned for him. By this time he had his entire pocket watch shoved into his mouth, and he was biting and knawing and even foaming at the mouth, just like a rabid dog!
“Perhaps you should take a breather!” Alirin told him, reaching to pat him reassuringly on the back. But it was too late; he had already begun to choke on the two day late watch, and was face down in his gigantic tea cup.
The March Hare was still obliviously pouring tea into various cups when Alirin once again ran as fast as she could from the dreadful tea party.
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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
Izzy - White Rabbit - Ordinary - killed Night 3
Glirdan - Mad Hatter - Wolf - lynched Day 3
Alive
Nogrod – Cheshire Cat
Wintywinty – Tweedledum
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 4.