<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Narration!</span></strong><br/><br/>In the forgotten square where stood the mighty Ben, thick and full and with a faint tilt to the left, the hour chimed to the shrill screams that echoed out across the streets and not one lash, not two, but three fell in full and a whole six more to mark the hour of eight o'clock and no sooner struck...<br/><br/>No sooner struck than did the darkness seem to sweep, lingering there at the mouth of every alley and just to the corner of your eye.  Great bobby hats loomed in the distance on heads too large with hands that were the same and eyes, cruel eyes that gleamed.  No one remained on the streets after dark, <em>no one</em> immune to the order that ruled Wonderland.  It was not safe.  Not safe even for the soft scurry of mousefeet, not safe even for the mighty Gryphon, not safe for the Hare.<br/><br/>Retreat, the very air seems to whisper, retreat and be safe, or stay and risk never knowing the sound of the cock's crow come morning.  Risk never waking up.  For there are men on the streets in the darkness, though no one knows to whom they answer.  Men, and not just those with sticks.  Men.  And those left behind are never seen again, never heard from.  To be on the streets after Curfew was to risk your life, or worse. <br/><br/>Remain if you will, but it had better be worth the price.<br/><br/>[Note: <em>What we'd like see started now and intend to do, to set precedent for future interactions is...switch scenes like one flips pages in a book, flashing from one to another.  Which isn't a means to see anyone's fun cut short, but spread around. Hatter, Hare and Cinnamon at the Hatter's place; Gryphon and Rabbit at the Broken Cup; Mock, Andi and Cat on the streets. That should fairly work around everyone's posting rates and schedules and of course, they can change and crash at leisure</em>.]</span>