Bittersweet Candy Bowl

Thank you Abraham, Mike stop with the theories. I’m going to go question that maid. (Runs up stairs)

*Thinking:Finally my room…*

“Geez.”

*walks inside*

Do you mind? I’m undressing!

“What the…how did you teleport from downstairs into my room!?”

Madame, you should not be so hasty!

*chases*

It’s a long story: Its my thing…….yeah sooooo I’m gonna leave now. Sleep tight hehehehe

*Slams door shut*

“ugh…”

(Barges into room with the maid) You there! Where were you at the time dinner was served?

Teleports back onto Abraham. Ow….(thinks maybe I should have pulled my pants up first).

Madame! Such prudeness! Who are you, Monsieur Holmes?

*glares, then gets crushed by Mike*

S-s-sacre bleau! What just happen- Monsieur! Decency, SI VOUS PLAIT!

*Rushes Mike to the hallway*

*Thinking:Finally i can get some sleep! Been up for two days thinking about what happened…*

There is something going on around here and I think the helpers are in on it!

*tired*

Madame… Oh, nevermind, le master doesn’t pay me enough for this…

(Sherlock comes out of the closet sorry to intrude. Pardon me sir.) Hey aren’t you?.. (Why yes….Bye!) that’s right go back to my Guardian story responses where you belong… Anyway(notices pants are still down)…….excuse me

*Gives the lady a slightly confused look, having been dusting off the dresser, almost done cleaning this particular guest room now which… would likely be occupied by the next guest to arrive*

Uhhh…I was bringing up the last of luggage m’lady….? My job?

*Thinking:Crap,It’s still fresh in my mind,I need to forget it..*

This man here(points to Mike with his pants down) Said he saw you enter a hidden panel in the wall. Care to explain?

*Thinking:I guess i’ll see what they’re up to in the morning..*

Forget what Augustus?(Teleported onto wall above bed so that looking him in the eyes)

*gets an even more confused look now turning away as she notices Mike and his serious lack of pants*

Why is that man not wearing any….*looks away*… hidden panel..? What? I took the stairs like a normal person would. What is this about?

Care to explain Mike-(notices he is gone again) Damn it! Nicopolis get your ass back in here now!

“Its not polite to intrude upon people when they’re trying to sleep,also i didnt say i needed to forget about anything..”

How can Monsieur Nicopolis even hear us from here?

*Ignores the more obvious question of how the hell can he teleport?*

(Ignores Abraham and storms out) Stay here! I’m gonna figure this out if it’s the last thing I do! (Foreshadowing….? I hope not!)

Paulo Martinez comes sauntering into the main lobby where the guests are currently meeting. With a bottle of fine wine in his hand (bought and imported using his parent’s influence, of course), we flashes a smile across the room and starts eying the pretty women in the room.

Bored by Augustus’s response, teleports back: you know what you did Lady Sue!

(you’re late to the party,literally)

“I wonder what that was all about…”

*Jaw is dropping just a bit at this non-sense… finally letting out a sigh, and sinking just a bit when the Lady looks away*

Why is every noble in this city an ‘eccentric’? Also known as freaking crazy

If… you need my help with anything Lady Luciferd….. and… she’s gone again.

Well at least I can get my work done now…

*Turns to Sue*

Ah, mademoiselle, what have we both gotten ourselves into this time, hm?

(Stomps back into room) Stop doing that!

Yeah late guest is Late, but that’s more than can be said than the other idle guests.

*Falls asleep*

(i swear if i die in my sleep…i swear&hellip

(Lifts a fist to Mike but doesn’t hit, just sighs and turns to Sue) What is going on in this house?

Paulo Martinez pours himself a glass of his wine. He sighs, refreshed, and says, “Sorry for the late entrance, my friends. But I was caught up with some of the fine women in the nearby town where me and my servants stopped for a drink.” Paulo pulls out another bottle of wine.
“Where is our host?” he asks. “I have brought him a gift.”

((I’m very busy at the moment. I still plan on playing. My posts will just be… scattered.))

What makes you think we know, Madame? As I’ve said, le master has a hobby for the mysterious… Even we are unaware of his secrets.

*Sighs, and gives Clinton a nod at that* I need to find a new job….

*does glance over at the mention of a new guest quickly announcing* I’ll have to bring his luggage up here then. If there’s nothing else you two need..?

Oh hi Lucy, and it’s too much fun, bye now, teleports next to Sue and Abraham: yeah I had fun when your boss was my benefactor too. Bored of teleporting goes back to Lucy.

*wakes up*

“Huh,i sense a rather perverted presence”

I see David van pelt has not been chosen yet, so I guess I’ll join here as him

(Turns to Mike and sighs) I’m done making accusations for now.

And then everyone dies from a mass bomb explosion and no one ever told the story ever again.. No one survived no exceptions

There is no way to make anything exist ever again cause EVERYTHING DIED

(Hahaha sorry but Augustus that was perfect for MiwAuturu to mention something about David. God this thing couldn’t be better scripted.)

*Gets up*
“Well i guess i won’t be getting any sleep..”

*Walks out the door*

“Ah!” said Paulo, noticing a pretty young maid. “Miss, if you please! My luggage is waiting in the main hall. If you need assistance, I shall help you. Then, afterwards, I shall share some wine with you, perhaps.” He flashed his smile once more, his perfectly straight teeth brightening the room, however perverse the smile may have been.

Nag, nag, nag, nice try though: restores all and sends narrator to troll someone who cares.

(You people post too rapidly!)

@Lucy
My boss is well… eccentric. I’ve learned not to try and think about it too much….

*Proceeds to go downstairs after that though to fetch the good Mister Martinez belongings and bring them to the recently cleaned room struggling with them just a bit*

Really need to find a new job…

*Carter walks inside, his muddy shovel in tow* Looks like the rain’s startin up. No more work for Carter today. *He notices Paulo Martinez eying the women* Mr.Paulo, it is good to see you. I’m hoping you’re not thinkin of a certain Lady here, ya know she’s quite taken, even if she doesn’t like to admit it.

I’m sorry I’m so late everyone, but i’now that I’ve arrived we can really start the party, I brought some of my, er, stock with me for us to enjoy.

(I’m gonna go ahead and ignore that one.)

@ Luciferd: As well you should. Now if we could all reconvene at the living room?

(Cringes at the sound of Carter’s voice) Oh god no….