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2004 May 02
| Idlewild |
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May 2 (Part B)
The first to arrive at the ball are Sarete and Lotte with attendant Steven and Twyll. Sarete is ravishing on the dainty-chested side of things in a gown that matches her shading hair and a golden sunburst mask. Steven bears a matching mask of more masculine mien and orange-gold clothes sewn with tiny orange sunstones. Lotte and her date Twyll (who is at least a head and a half taller than she is, with orange hair flaming straight down to his shapely elven arse) match in greens and blues, with masks feathered on opposite sides, polished leather and turquise on the other. Twyll has on very tight pants and boots up to his thighs.
The ball itself is much like a mirage of heat and light. As soon as the doors open to the ballroom, sound pours out and seems to bring light with it. No one's costume is completely bare of things that glint and glitter here... and the great ballroom is thickly scattered with clots of vibrantly colored elves, none showing more than half a bare face and many wearing tiny gems or paint on all their exposed skin. A few have chosen to expose a great deal of that skin-- but still, never more than half their actual face.
Steven is worriedly wary as he enters. Part of him is worried, of course, about what's going to happen here. It's all but walking into a trap. A much smaller part of him is worried about what Sarete might be thinking.
Lotte stares openly at the ballroom and all of the beautiful elves within, forgetting herself. For just a moment, she lets herself think she is at the ball to have fun, before remembering the peril they could all be in. Her face goes serious and she studies the room again for familiar faces.
Sarete seems to be smugly thrilled to have Steven at her side. She's also not much concerned about staying close to Lotte once they arrive, though whether it's lack of caring or an assumption that the part-human girl can take care of herself isn't clear. Sarete guides Steven cheerfully off onto the dance floor and appears to want him to dance.
Twyll appears still fascinated by Lotte's cleavage as he speaks more to it than to her mask, while she's searching the room for friends. "Wouldst care to dance, my lady?" He smells of citrus and ginger whenever his hair stirs in the air. Lotte does spot Clairchiare's pink hair quickly across the room. He has an elven maiden on each arm. One has no visible hair, the other has long dark hair.
Steven obliges Sarete, trying to at least pretend he's enjoying this, though dancing will give him an excuse to look around at a lot of the room. If nothing else, it will let him get a better overall view of the room, and he can always explain his looking around as gawking at the beautiful room.
Lotte keeps her eyes on Clairchiare, clearly jealous of the two elf maidens. She nods absently to Twyll and startles a bit as they begin dancing. She keeps her eyes on the room and waits for the orange elf to make small talk.
Steven notices quickly that there are far more elves here than there were at Clairchiare's little party. There must be hundreds of them scattered about the ballroom-- some even perch or float in the trees overhead and what must be a magically created starry sky, for it lacks a moon and the stars are far too many colors to be natural...
Twyll's smalk talk is light, courtly, properly flattering (and still addressed to Lotte's breasts). Lotte notices as she watches Clairchiare that the elven maidens with him are very familiar heights and shapes despite those dresses. As the dance takes them closer, the taller elf-maiden next to Clairchiare turns to wave to Lotte.
Lotte peers at the elf-maiden waving at her and tries to figure out who she is.
That six-foot elf maiden looks a lot like Soleil.
Shadowed invisibly by Zhi and dressed to kill in deep, dark green and black, Lauren follows her guide bird to a dead end. It alights on something dark in the corner, which turns out to be a slight, slim elf in a lovely outfit that matches Lauren's. He has masses of dark green hair waving down his back over the black brocade; as he lifts his own mask, he reveals the least pretty elf Lauren has yet seen, sharp-faced and too serious-- with the prettiest eyes she's seen here to contrast, clear and a perfect pale emerald. He bows to her, silently, and smiles. His mask, like hers, has black leather horns.
Lauren goes the appropriate shade of deeply embarassed purple, and nearly trips over her pile of skirts while trying to make a deep curtsey. She tries valiantly to let her expression match his--all serious and knowing, and ends up looking VERY young, VERY inexperienced, and in a word virginal. Hard to say if she meant it that way. She probably didn't.
"Meh," says Lauren.
Rathskeliad takes her hand and introduces himself with a gentle smile and brush of lips across skin. He is wearing thin, supple black gloves. "A pleasure, Lauren, my frond." He grins narrowly, showing perfect white teeth. "I confess you have made me quite curious about you."
"I-I know the frond thing sounded so horrible," says Lauren, bupping another short curtsey. She's still at full flush. "I wasn't sure what else to say...and I'm really not that interesting. I promise. I wanted to know about YOU."
Rathskeliad smiles and says, "I am one of the most boring people at court. No one likes me, everyone is afraid of me, and my mother tortures people. That's probably why."
Lauren thinks this over. "So I suppose pretty much everybody tortures people," she says. "Let's just avoid your mother."
Rathskeliad laughs and tilts his head at Lauren. "I can quite cheerfully agree to that. Walk with me?" He offers his arm. "You are a delightful frond, young mage. I would enjoy more of your company."
Lauren tucks her arm into Rath's and tries to glide along next to him. She tries out a smile. "You're much more interesting than pretty much everyone back home," she says quite truthfully. "But I'm not a mage. Just a...er. I used to be a waitress."
Rathskeliad laughs softly again and leads them on.
The elf-maiden that greatly resembles Soleil pokes the elf-maiden greatly resembling Kip. Deep brown eyes look at Lotte through the ornate pastel-pink mask on Kip as she gets closer yet. Sol beckons for her to pause.
Lotte pauses in her dance with Twyll and says, "Oh, there is Clairchiare. I must go say hello. Do you mind? I'll be right back." She gives him her most gracious smile and bounces over to where the "girls" stand.
Across the floor, Sarete is reluctantly stopped by Ilirith, who murmurs something. Steven catches the word "Linden," before the women finish and Sarete pulls him back into the dances, pressed close and slinky.
Steven blinks a bit before he's swept back up into the dance. He wonders how to ask, and realizes he just can't. "No problems, I hope?" he asks conversationally,.
Clairchiare's eyes suggest that he is still in bad shape this evening, but he makes a very good show of pulling Lotte into a quick embrace and then looking fascinated by her presence. Sol says quickly, "Aiden's scared... not hurt, I'd know, but really scared, Lotte. What can we do? Where's Steven?"
Lotte nods over her shoulder in the general direction of Steven and Sarete. "Sarete is dancing with him. Can you tell where he is?" She tries not to look worried, and smiles flirtatiously at Clairchiare.
Clairchiare smiles and nods; Kip says "I'll get him. I see him," and moves off.
Sarete is just saying to Steven with a slight frown, "Rathskeliad never comes to these balls, he hates dancing... so Linden doesn't go either. Ilirith was going to bring her, get her to come out anyway... but now she won't go. Says Rathskeliad is going to be here without her and she'd rather stay home."
Steven nods a little as he continues dancing with her. "So Rathskeliad doesn't often come to these, er, functions?"
Steven wonders, then, what Lauren is going to be doing with him if he won't be here.
Kip slips up in elf-maiden garb and mask to murmur in Steven's ear-- "Join us soon, Sol's worried--" and away again. Sarete's eyebrows rise. "He hasn't been to one in fifty years or so. Who was that, Steven?"
Steven blinks alarmedly. "Fifty years? Wow... long time to not cut the carpet... uh, it's a friend of... Clairchiare's, I think. Sarete.... please excuse me, for just a few moments? I need to meet with the Prince." He figures that's a bit more professional and official-sounding, and hard-to-avoid, than just 'Sol.' He steps back from Sarete and bows slightly to her, smiling. "This shouldn't take long." Then he goes and follows Kip, wondering if he's even going to be able to recognize Sol.
Soleil is not immediately apparent, but his voice comes out of the taller elven maiden beside Clairchiare- the one that isn't Kip. "Steven. Have you-- AAAH!" He screams.
Steven gives a start, looking at the woman --- er, Sol. "Sol?! What is it...?"
Lotte jumps as Sol screams and fears the worst.
Sol whimpers and says, "I'm not bleeding. It's Aiden. Something's gone wrong!" He grabs his skirts and heads for the door. People are turning to watch the group with varying degrees of alarm, disdain... curiousity. Clairchiare stiffens and freezes instead of following.
Lotte quickly returns to Twyll and apologizes. "I'm sorry, but my friend needs me. Thankyouforalovelyeveninggoodbye." She spots Sol and runs to catch up.
Steven frowns as Sol gows out, then shakes his head. "Come on!" he says urgently, taking gently hold of Clairchiare's arm.
Clairchiare moves as if coming out of a daze, looking helplessly at Steven. "Where? We let him walk into... we don't know where he is!"
Sarete walks up. "Steven? Did you make her scream?"
Twyll stares after Lotte in utter confusion, crestfallen.
Steven says, "Sol will know where he is." He blinks as Sarete accosts him. "No! no, honestly, I didn't! She's ---" He tries to think of some way to explain it, then shakes her head. "Sol's -- the Prince is in trouble, I don't have time to explain...."
Sarete sighs. "Well, we have balls fairly often. Let's go." She starts off with Steven, taking his arm again. Kip stares for a moment then shrugs and says "Zhi is close. Lauren's ok. Nothing bad happened to her. --Ah. They're coming."
Lotte catches up to Sol, who stops outside the main doorway and breathes hard in the night air, looking near panic. "I don't know where he IS!"
Lauren pauses just inside the door across the hall from the one most of the rest of her friends are fleeing out of. At sea, she checks the shrubbery for Zhi--check--and the disappearing shape of Rathskeliad--check. He disappears completely from sight as she watches.
Lotte catches her breath as well. "Just try to focus on where he is without panicking. I know it's hard, but it may help you figure out how to reach him."
Zhi comes up next to Lauren after Rathskeliad is out of sight and says softly, "Kip says that Sol's hurt, or Aiden is, and Sol's run off looking."
Lauren lets out a deep breath. "Shit," she says, decisively. "I guess we ought to follow them right?"
Steven says definitively, "Yes. We should."
Zhi pats Lauren's well-dressed arse. "Definitely. Hike up your skirts and run with me." He is dressed like shrubbery, not at all ball-appropriate-- and he takes off running toward the disappearing Sol and Lotte.
Lauren hauls her poof of petticoats up above her knees, elbows Steven sharply, and gets a move on.
Sol is trying frantically to calm down under Lotte's quiet instruction when everyone else catches up with them.
The golden elf rips off his mask and flails his hands. "I can't think! He feels... he feels close."
Sol adds, "Really close. But.. he's obviously not. ARGH." His hand goes to his back. "That's... he's being cut. Not the first time." He's almost hyperventilating.
Lotte makes reassuring 'shhhh' noises and rests a hand on Sol's shoulder. "Ok, so he might be close." She surveys her surroundings.
Steven stiffens; this doesn't sound good. "A direction? A sense.. anything? OF where they might be?" he looks up quickly to Sarete. "Anything you can provide, Sarete, we'd really like to know...."
Sarete looks lost and frightened. "Cut? Who would do such a thing?"
Clairchiare whispers something.
Lotte looks at Clairchiare and says in the kindest voice she can muster, "Do you have any idea where he might be?"
Clairchiare squeezes his eyes shut and says, "Elis Shh. She has an office. It's down the hill, it's underground..."
In a small voice, Clairchiare adds "I've never been allowed inside."
Steven stiffens. Well, then. "We're going, then." he says tightly. "Show us where."
Sarete snorts. "If he's there we won't have much luck, it's locked magically. Only someone with a feather from her damn pet ravens can open that door."
Soleil grabs Clairchiare by the throat and shakes him. "Don't care. Take us there NOW."
Steven says, "So help me, I'l shove the entire damn bird through the door--" He takes in a calming breath. Focus, student.... "Let me guess, the birds are in her 'office?'"
"Eh um," says Lauren, fiddling with her mask. "Rath gave me this. We might get lucky. Black feathers, see?"
Lotte nods quickly. "Let's go then."
Lauren plucks the mask off her face and hikes up her skirts again. "Where IS her office?"
Steven nods sharply. "It's worth a try..."
Sarete says quickly to Lauren, "At the center of a maze if you're not invited... just down the hill if you are." She shudders. "I was invited once."
Sol shoves Clairchiare into motion; the tall pink elf keeps going, murmuring "This way, hurry" as if dazed.
Lauren hops on her toes and makes an impatient gesture. "Then SHOW us, dammit!"
Lotte follows Clairchiare impatiently.
Steven nods, adjusting the cloak a little. He follows, trying to gently as possible urge CLairchiare to move as fast as possible.
The group heads down the hill at breakneck speed, led by Clairchiare, and finds just the maze they were warned to expect. Clairchiare dives in to begin threading it. He hits the first dead end and spins around; he does not in fact seem to know the way through it. Sarete mutters, "It changes. This will take awhile," grim.
Lauren, by a miracle of luck, manages to ignore Clairchiare's false turns and gets unerringly through the maze faster than anyone. It takes about ten minutes even so, and suddenly the maze vanishes and the entire group faces a dark metal door set into a stone wall.
The keyhole is very, very slim.
Lauren, hoping to futher exploit the genius of the clueless, tickles the tip of one of her mask's black feathers into the keyhole.
Steven blinks, and grimaces, moving to the door. Well.. that was convenient. "The mask...," he prompts. Too long, too long...!
Lotte stares at Lauren with awed expectation.
That particular feather does not cause any effect. Sol shakes the door; it rattles, locked. Weeping, Sol sinks to the ground in front of it and keens.
Lotte kneels and wraps her arms around Sol, whispering "it'll be ok" and "we'll find him soon" quietly to him.
Steven says calmly and urgently, "Keep trying, as many feathers as you can." He clenches his hands, feling his nails pricking his palms sharply, staring at the door intently.
Sol gets Lotte's shoulder slobbery wet.
Lauren tries another feather with an unsteady hand. "Stop freaking OUT, Sol, it's not helping."
Kip stares at the door with a horrible expression. Zhi stands quietly near him.
Lotte continues to try and comfort Sol while Lauren works.
"Then pluck faster, bitch," gasps Sol.
Steven winces a little, though his voice is still tight. "Sol... we'll get in there. Lauren... please, go as fast as you can."
"I'mtryingallrightcalmthehelldown." Lauren chews ferociously on her lip, intent on the narrow lock. "Imeangoddamnisthatsohard?"
Sol gives Lauren's ankle a look with teeth in it.
The door clicks.
"IgotitIgotit!" Lauren squeaks.
Steven leaps forward as soon as he hears the click, shoving the door open -- and hopefully not trampling nayone in the process -- at the same time shifting into the cat, hoping that he at least lands on his feet, and the feral part of his mind hoping to have an excuse, almost any excuse....
Lotte pulls Soleil to his feet and drags him in through the door behind Steven.
As they crash down the stairs, they are greeted by a bloody scene...
Aiden carefully, carefully pulls out the daggers that pin Seodil's shoulders to the board behind him, trying to hurt him as little as possible. He ends up getting a fairly even spray of blood drops all over his face, which finally breaks him. He sobs, sinking to the floors with Seodil, laying the silver elf's head in his lap. "Come back, please, Seodil. It's over. It's done.. come back.."
Lotte's face goes white as shock crashes over her and she immediately switches to autopilot. She kneels down and lays her hands on Seodil to feel for a pulse.
Lauren picks herself up from her Steven-flattened pile near the door and slides in. Her mouth opens, but mercifully nothing comes out.
The room that Aiden and the still Seodil are in is very much a place of torture, complete with nasty implements bolted to the walls... on stands... in racks. A dark doorway leads to another room. This one is lit by a low greenish light that turns the blood on both men a dark and sickly color.
Steven feels his gut wrench at the sight, unable to do more than watch for a few moments. He knew that the elves could be brutal at times but he had no concept... no full grasp of it. Even the worst 'incidents' on the evening news never showed something like this. He shakes hismelf quickly, looking around quickly for any sign of Shh.
Lotte's fingers feel a pulse on the silver elf's pale, pale neck, but he's cooler than he should be. Considering the dark wounds on both his shoulders and the blood all over his right upper arm, he might well be in shock.
No other living or dead beings are in view beyond the reunited little family group and its allied elves.
Aiden bends his head, his forehead nearly touching Seodil's and he keeps whispering to the silver elf, begging him to come back, not to leave him. It's not clear if Aiden has any idea that the others have arrived.
Lotte quickly lays both hands on Seodil's body and hums a vibrant note, trying with all her might to heal him.
Soleil crawls to Aiden and puts his head in Aiden's lap, or as close as he can get, reaching to touch the bloody elf. Sol is still sobbing.
Zhi says, "Who was it, Aiden?"
Aiden startles, badly, when Soleil touches him. He finally looks up and over at Zhi when the Fall elf uses his name. "Elis Shh." Aiden's actually gotten the crying under control, though tears still slip down his cheeks. Other than that show of emotion he looks perfectly, completely calm. His voice is steady.
Steven thinks for a moment, tensing a little. Shh probably fled at some point. She might be back soon, with or without guards, or not. Either way, no need to rush off without the others. And besides.... With a more subdued mien, he pads over back to the group, worriedly peering at Seodil.
Zhi nods. "Did she take the Princess? Where is she?"
Aiden nods, "The Princess is in the next room, sleeping.. magically." He looks around for Seodil's clothing, which should be in easy reach..
Lauren balls her hands up. "Elis Shh is probably with Rath," she snaps. "He had to run off."
Aiden shakes his head, "Maybe he is now, but Rathskeliad was never here." He takes the clothing, bunching it up to apply pressure to the awful wounds on Seodil's shoulders..
Lotte's magic visibly heals some of the damage on Seodil, but his shoulder wounds still look nasty. The bleeding on his arm stops and the would looks better-- the blood absorbs enough to show what the wound is. Someone has cut and then braided strips of Seodil's skin all the way around his arm.
Aiden's pressure on Seodil's wounds finally gets a response out of the silver elf. Seodil groans in pain.
Aiden winces, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
Steven says, "He's reacting to the pain. That's a good sign." Though it comes out as a rumbling rowl. Inwardly he tries to calm himself. He should not be wishing for the death of someone with this much desire. That is not the way his teacher had taught him.
Steven does, however, allow himself the slight pleasure of being fatally rude to Elis Shh when he sees her next.
Lotte says quickly, "Someone needs to go find the Princess before our time alone here runs out."
"I'mgonnagoseewhatsintheotherroom," chitters Lauren, sidling around the bloody mess and the stricken pair in the middle of it. It makes her uncomfy.
Zhi puts a hand on Steven's shoulder, fairly radiating comfort. Kip looks up and nods, spooked, at Lotte. He follows Lauren.
In the next room, all is dark. Moopy appears and says, "Make it brighter, Boss, I can't find her yet but there's a lot of spikes in here you don't wanna hit."
Lotte hums again with her hands on Seodil, hoping that her efforts will heal him enough to wake him.
Seodil's angry wounds visibly close further. His arm now looks long-healed, a hardened ridge of braided skin with pink scarring. His cut chest is smooth. His shoulder wounds are almost closed but still weeping and deeply purple.
Lauren reaches back to stop Kip with one hand, and flaps the other in front of her face as though to shoo off the dark. Surprisingly it works--a pale light blooms up from nowhere in particular and reveals a LOT of spikes that she does not want to hit.
Lotte is satisfied with the progress for now, and turns her attention to Aiden. "Aiden... god, I'm so glad you're alive... you need to take care of yourself too." She starts ripping strips of cloth from her dress and handing them to him, then stops and ties some shreds around Seodil's shoulders sloppily.
Kip says "eep!" and stays respectfully still, eyes wide. On the spikier wall, there appears to be a raised sort of door.
Lauren edges toward the spike-door, and stops. "You could, uh, you could open that. Kip." She swallows. "If you want."
Aiden carefully lifts the cloth that he has pressed against Seodil's shoulder wounds to take a look at them, hissing in a breath. They're not an immediate danger to Seodil's life though, so Aiden can finally looks up at the others, "Is everyone okay? No one else is hurt, right? Everyone's okay?" His voice is still surprisingly steady. He looks down, "Sol? You're not hurt? You're okay? They didn't touch you, did they?" He shakes his head at Lotte. "I'm fine, please.."
Lotte babbles, "Nononono. Take them. Please. No, we're fine. Sol's... fine. We're not hurt. Take care of yourself. Please." She keeps shoving bandage at Aiden rather frantically.
Sol falls over himself reassuring Aiden brokenly that he's fine, nobody hurt him, but Aiden's cuts need help-- he points Lotte toward Aiden's back, which bears long lines of shallow cuts that have stuck the shreads of his shirt onto the skin.
Kip looks at Lauren. "Me open? But... fine." He goes to the door and eyes it dubiously, then tugs on a spike.
Aiden takes them with one hand, then sets the stack down on his knee, "I'm not hurt.. Hardly hurt. Scratches compared to him." He wads one of the strips up and dabs it against the spot where his neck is cut.
Kip's eyes, extra round since Lauren made the magic light, go rounder yet as the raised door swings open and a woman falls out on him.
Lauren SHRIEKS.
From the floor, Kip shrieks too.
Steven looks up, bracing himself to pounce on whatever it is that's made the two shriek, inwardly rather glad that you can't tell when a cat shrieks.
Aiden startles again when Kip and Lauren shrieks, "oh god, no.. no no no." The calm exterior starts to crack, he goes ghost white and looks around the room frantically, as if expecting that they are under attack.
Sarete and Zhi go pelting toward the room with the shrieking. They skid to a stop, looking at the woman on Kip. Sarete says, "Oh, Kip found the Princess!"
Kip does not look particularly happy to have found the Princess. He whimpers, "GetheroffmeeeeIthinkshe'sdeeeead..."
Lotte jumps up as she hears the shrieks, then sighs with relief as she hears Sarete's voice. She sits back down, puts a hand on Aiden and says, "May I?"
Lauren crouches to haul the Princess bodily off Kip, and puts her back into it.
Aiden nods, still looking fearfully at the room that Lauren and Kip are in.
Lotte puts both hands on Aiden and hums her healing note again.
Aiden yells, "NO! Not on me! On Seodil!"
Aiden's physical wounds are all closed by the time Lotte stops humming.
Lotte says calmly to Aiden, "You need to be strong to help me with him, Aiden."
THAT seems to get through to Aiden. He nods at Lotte. "Okay.."
Lotte sighs. "I'm getting worn out, and I'm afraid I can't heal him again without losing all my energy. Let's try and bandage him up, alright?"
Kip's yelp echoes through both rooms as Lauren fumbles the Princess and lands on Kip herself. Zhi catches the Princess, looks at them, and says, "I'll be in here." He walks off carrying the Princess.
Zhi is smirking.
Lauren is scowling. "Get off me," she chides Kip.
Kip yells at Lauren, "I'm ON THE BOTTOM you daft witch!"
Aiden nods. He actually did have first aid training back in the Grey World. Sure, there's no St. John's Ambulance Kit here, but there's enough to get Seodil bandaged up for now. He sets about doing that, singlemindedly.
Lauren, still scowling, flails to her feet and helps untangle Kip out of her skirts.
Kip looks like he's seriously tempted to bite, but lets Lauren help him up and straggles back into the other room, where Zhi is holding the breathing but apparently sleeping Princess.
Zhi looks serious. "Magic women? She is not awake."
Lauren skulks back into the main torture facility. "Don't look at me," she says. "I could slap her face, but I don't think you want me to."
Lotte looks around. "Can we carry these two back to our rooms? I really want to get out of here."
Aiden looks over. "She'll sleep until the condition for her waking is met. She needs to be kissed by someone she loves. Like Sleeping Beauty, only with all of the Fairy Godmothers of the unreasonably frightening variety."
Clairchiare has not moved since he came down and saw the scene. He stands still as a statue, gazing unfocused at the room.
Lauren snorts. "Easy as walking. Somebody go get Clairchiare. This should cheer him up."
Aiden looks at Soleil, "Can you help me carry him? I don't think I'm strong enough alone.." His voice actually does waver this time.
As if swimming out of a deep and nightmarish sleep, Clairchiare stares at the Princess in Zhi's arms. He whispers, "Is she dead?"
Soleil just nods to Aiden. "Course. Which end you want?"
Aiden says, "I'll take the front, since I'm here, already." He very carefully moves out from under Seodil so he can pick him up. "Ready?"
Sol stoops to get the silver elf's feet, and moves as soon as Aiden does to leave.
Lauren leans in to squint at the Princess past Clairchiare. "Not dead, no. She's warm. Go on, kiss her."
Aiden whispers, "Can we do this when we get back to our rooms, please? I can't take this.. let me leave.."
Clairchiare stumbles forward and bends to kiss the sleeping Princess carefully.
....Nothing happens.
Zhi looks worried and says, "I've got her. Let's go. Lotte-- you shepherd Clairchiare? Thank you. Back to the suite."
Sarete goes to cling to Steven's side and walk with him.
Lotte nods. "Go and take him back. I'll come with you and the rest of you can follow..." She notices the failed kiss and stares, then comes back to herself. "Let's all just take them back to the rooms." She takes Clairchiare by the arm and steers him along, patting his hand all the time.
Aiden's already going. He's not sticking around this place. Staying here is actually starting to make him physically ill.
Moopy comments, "Boy, that was the SUCK for Chichi baby."
Steven remains alert, trying to keep track of everything at once that's going on. He looks over the group as they prepare to leave, and leads the group out warily. He has his own ideas about who can awaken the princess... but that'll be for later.
Lauren pales a bit. Uh-oh. Hello, brick in the face for Clair. "Ouch," she says. "You're SO right, little guy."
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