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[Nothing happens at first. It's just a static image of one of the tea rooms.

But then, if you look carefully, you'll see something very small is rolling across the table. The Dormouse is rolling so slowly that he would probably get where he's going faster if he just walked there, but he's still trying his best.

Finally, he reaches his teacup and gently bumps into it. Stumbling, since he's now both very tired and very dizzy, he climbs over the side and snuggles down inside a cup, curling up and filling the whole thing.
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Mm...a perfect hole...no angles in the exit...strong silhouette...frictional...glass alllll the way back...

[It's not glass. This is nonsense. His babbling turns into muttering which eventually turns into snoring.]
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[For a rare moment, the Dormouse is actually...awake! He twitches his nose a little too close to the camera, lets out the tiniest sneeze, and backs up a bit.]

Hm...being awake is-- [He yawns.] Overrated. And so many of you were so awake during the holidays. Don't you get tired of it? You waste two-thirds of your life being awake, you know!

[Even this broadcast is too tiring for him. He stumbles over to the teacup, but doesn't quite make it there. Instead, he decides a bread plate is close enough and curls up in a circle in the center of it.]

I'd...highly recommend a nap. Or two. Or twelve. You might...[He yawns one more time and shuts his eyes, snuggling tighter to make himself comfortable] ...learn something in there...
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[The Dormouse, as always, is curled up asleep in one of the tearooms. Which one? Not the one you're looking in. There are tiny, tiny little snores, and then a tiny, tired, sing-song voice follows.]

Whether we be old'n'bald...or young with scabby knees...
...our heads could do with filling, with some...interesting stuff
For now they're bare and full of air...dead flies and bits of fluff,
So teach us...things worth knowing, bring back what we've forgot...
Just do your best, we'll do the rest...
...And...learn 'til our brains all...rot...


[And then, more snoring until the feed ends.]
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Trick or treat...trick'r'treat...gimme something good to eat...

[The Dormouse didn't even make it to his teacup today. He's curled up on a tearoom table, snoozing and humming a vague tune in his sleep.]

Treacle tarts or treacle pies...take 'em so...nobody dies...

[He stops for a moment, as though maybe he fell asleep of forgot the words, but with a jolt as though he fell in his dreams, he starts again.]

--Treats or tricks! Treats...or tricks...wonder which one you'll...you'll pick...

[All goes quiet again, except for the tiniest snoring. Eventually, the feed ends on its own.]
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Come one, come all...come...behold....

Mysterious mysteries, odd oddities...treaclous treacle...mmm...


[The dormouse, sleeping curled up in his teacup, seems to forget what he was mumbling mid-message, stuck on the thought of sweet treacle. The feed doesn't cut out though and eventually he speaks up again.]

...Shameful shams...s'ppose people'll pay for anything. Even what can be seen...for free....

[Then, the post ends with soft snoring.]
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[Today, the Dormouse is napping in one of the tea rooms, curled inside one of the tea cups - not broadcasting from some unattainable place, but sleeping somewhere out in the open, for now. The broadcast focuses on him from above, though no one appears to actually be there holding a network device up.

His words are muttered and sleepy and slurred, but he has a poem for you.
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Dreams...dreams don't come just from sleep...
No matter the promises...had to keep...
Deep in slumber...no one weeps
...No one...none makes a single peep
And none'll count...single sheep...
Day-mares walk...and talk...and creep
Will you look before y'leap...
Or...have you sunk too deep?
Beep...cheep...too steep...reap...veep...


[Then, there's a small snore as he falls back into a deeper sleep himself.]

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Oct. 7th, 2014 09:30 pm
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[The camera is focused on a large tea cup, somewhere in the mansion, and there appears to be something humming inside it. After a moment, there's some muttering - not truly singing but there is something of a tune trying to crawl out.]

There it goes...my last chance for peace...lay me down, but...I get no release...

...I try to keep...awake...trytoswim'neath...still...can feel this narcolepsy s l i i i d e...to 'nother nightmare....


[The Dormouse goes alarmingly quiet in his cup. Then, he hums something different, but not at all unrelated. The feed cuts out abruptly mid-hum.]
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[The tiny little Dormouse is not curled up in his usual teacup today. No, today he is napping stretched out on a long table filled with all sorts of delicious treacle treats. Treacle tarts, cans of treacle, treacle cakes, anything treaclely his heart desires

But still, he groans in his sleep.
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Not enough...not enough at all. So much treacle treacling...but never enough treacling treacled. Take and take, eat and eat, but never and ever enough...everyone wants something more. Much more with more...muchness...

...hm. I wonder...how much muchness is enough...
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Inching...

Creeping...

Closer, closer...

There! ...where? Somewhere...lost track along the way. Grew too quick...

But you can't blink if your eyes are never open...either way you'll throw your years far, far, far away...
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[For the first time in event-announcing history, the Dormouse looks directly at the camera, glaring. Of course, he’s not very threatening, being a tiny mouse in a teacup, but hell hath no fury like a sleepless Dormouse.]

How can anyone get any shut-eye with all this commotion?!

[By this commotion, of course, he means the Chess Match and the subsequent aftermath.]

Hmph. Hopefully your prize ends soon. It feels loud now, but it’s only going to get louder with all your whining and sincerity and it’s going to be maddeningly difficult to get any peace and quiet here!

Do try to go back to your celebrations more quietly, would you?

[And the Dormouse sinks back down into his cup and the feed shuts off on its own. This post is viewable to Real Side only, so only Mirrors may reply.]
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I wonder...the longest nap I could nap...what would that be? ...day? week? Perhaps a week and two days...or a month, or a year...

I won't know until I try...for science's sake
...
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Ah...what a beautiful dream. Trees...truffles...treacle...

If no one cuts, chops, tears, breaks, scars, or mars it...it'll stay that way, every day. A holiday...

I could catch up on my sleep...
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No...no, please...don't...

Anything but...but that! Not that! No, I...I can't. Please...

nononononononono

no

no...


[And then, a tiny shriek, almost a squeak, and the poor little Dormouse is startled awake.]
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Quietus...

Salvio Hexia...Protego...Prior Incanto

Point Me to the kitchens...Accio treacle tarts...

...Evanesco.
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What a nightmare...

The best cure is...distraction. Take your mind far, far away...absorb something else for a bit, something new or old. Borrowed or blue...five stars or two...

For they are waking dreams....anyone can be anyone. You can be you, or him, or her...a mermaid's a pirate's a...pan...

And when it's over...when you wake...

...you're home.
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[For once, Dormouse is...awake. And fairly bitter about it too.]

Well, aren't you all so fortunate? I'm sure you'll enjoy your sweet dreams. I remember when I used to dream, you know. Most of my life was made of precious dreams of more dreams and treacle and treacle-filled dreams! It was lovely!

[He misses it so much!]

So go, and love your precious dreams of happiness and maybes. Live there until they won't let you live a moment longer, and I'll be right over here, staring at the ceiling and counting every sheep in Wonderland.

[And then he smacks the camera with his tail and that ends that post.]

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