Bittersweet Candy Bowl

Would you boys mind helping me preform a small experiment?

“What Kind of ‘Experiment’.”

A simple gathering of our surroundings, that’s all.

Oh, feeling up for another round?

*Stares with suspicious eyes*

This experiment… will eet result in le drama?

“No i don’t mind,i also need to know which room is mine.”

*Walks out into the garden with Luciferd*

Perhaps, It depends on what I spy over the wall.

If it’s another gate, I’m going to challenge McCain to another duel.

Ilch… Le master insists I entertain you regardless… What is it you wish, for us to lift you over le wall?

Hush and give me a lift up not over, boys.

Humph*, watch the heels love.

“Alright.”

“Whenever you’re ready..”

Oh please Mike, when have you ever known me to wear heels. On the count of Three then, 1. 2. 3.

Very well, madame. No one look up now.

*Helps lift Luciferd up*

What? What do you see?

*Stands there*

*Thinking:Hmm,i could run up and jump and grab the ledge without any help….*

Err…..panties. (Blushes heavily and looks back down)

I see a labyrinth of walls. This is all the more interesting still… Oh and do not fear Abraham, I am wearing slacks under my dress.

A labryinth,… See any fire dancers?

“Labryrinth of walls??”

*Thinking:What the hell..*

Yes Clark, a labyrinth, and I do not- Fire dancers?

*slightly elbows Mike*

Mind yourself, monsieur!

Madame, do not be alarmed. Le master has a hobby for le mysteries.

Still a wall is technically a gate….(Drops Luciferd, goes upstairs pulls off glove and smacks McCain out of bed) I challenge you to a duel.

“And what would that be”

“Woah,How did you find his room! There are so many up there.”

Oh and fire dancers are from Jim Henson’s labryinth.

Oof! (Rubs butt.) Thanks a lot Nicopolis! And I am not alarmed Abraham, just intrigued.

(Mike, McCain is sleeping, i.e. not here and should not be disrupted.)

Madame, if I may escort you to your room…

To Abraham, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before, though I’m a chivalrous man. So I apologize for the peek.

(Drags Mike out of McCain’s room) You can finish this tomorrow. Now where did that maid I saw earlier go to?

I know McCain is asleep, he slept through my slapping him out of bed, probably overdosed.

We won’t be sure till tomorrow.

I don’t know….she snuck off through a secret panel earlier, I was going to say something, but then we had a lovely little quarrel.

*Annoyed from being ignored*

…I take it my offer is declined?

You choose a time like this to keep to yourself?! I do not believe we are in Europe any more Boys.

Oh Abraham! I’m sorry, no I will not be heading to my room just yet. There is still much to do.

*Runs upstairs and into one of the rooms*

Such as? I must warn you, I was told by le master to keep an eye on our guests.

Uhmmm…..you can’t stop dragging me now, my back is starting to…….never mind mmmmm….(carpet acts as a good back scratcher).

Sir. Clinton! You wouldn’t deny a beautiful lady such as Luciferd and myself now would you?

(Drops Mike and uses hand to scratch chin) There is something extremely odd about this place. And I wish to stay and survey the other guests.

Where are the other guests anyway? I’m starting to believe this trap was designed to resolve the relationship between you and myself in another universe.

You do as you wish… I’m merely here to ensure that Madame Luciferd does not, I shall say, come to harm.

(Rolls eyes) What would possibly make you think that I’m in trouble? I can take care of my self. I’m sure the other guest are around here some where…. And where did Clark disappear to?

*Quirks a brow as the American reporter suddenly barges into the room, the maid in the middle of replacing the sheets on one of the beds*

Mister…. Clark? A little lost sir? *smiles a bit* Your room is the second on the left from here.

It is only le master’s wishes, Madame. More accurately, no guests should be coming to any harm.

I can vouch for the lady, she saved me from 10 thugs armed with flintlock pistols and knives, though they were bad shots and blind.

Not helping Mike. Why do I feel like you are leaving a bit off of that statement, Abraham?

*walks out*

“Uh thanks..”

Ow…(wasn’t able to dodge slap).

(Points to previous statement) Our old benefactor friend has set us up for a reason…most likely revenge.

*Is eager to change the subject*

In any case, I believe Madamoiselle Brynt was in the upstairs bedrooms