PARADISA LOST

[GUESS WHO. It's been far too long Abel. No, really. A whole week oh wow. And he's not wearing a hakama anymore. Cry about it.

So, at the very least, you should be used to this by now, Abel. There's a flicker of purple light, and... tada! And he's holding something!

And it's not cookies. ... It's a box with little air-holes in it.]

Abel! Good afternoon~!

[As the ball for Midlands savior starts to fire up, the unfortunate four trapped in their room might notice something.

For one... their journal. It's there, sitting on the bed maybe, or sticking out of the dresser, or simply in the middle of the floor.

For two, the door suddenly slams wide open, as if some powerful force gave it a nice sharp kick, and there's a pointed draft in the doors direction. The voice wants you out now, and he does suggest you take it.

Unless you are Paul Smecker. Then, just to be a prick, Paul is rather violently chucked out of his room, and yes, he was aiming to have you hit your head.

Pauls journal is tossed out just a second after]

[[ooc:YOU'RE FREE. Feel free to post escapes here, but don't forget to make journal posts! You know, because you've gone three days with no food, hardly any water and sleep... Might... want some help getting down them stairs jkasdhf]]

Such a mess.

[[ooc: And Xellos is off locking the rooms of the four chosen in the OOC post! That's: Cordy, Roy Harper the younger, Smecker and Lucy Saxon! Feel free to reply to this post, but as far as the room locking/torture goes, those who are to be trapped craft their own posts and own reactions to it, and Xellos will be there.]]

[Science must have originated, out of any place, at any time, in the kitchen at night. In the hands of a hungry insomniac.

Granted, though he's hungry, it's not for a double turkey bacon sandwich with cheese, though that's exactly what he's munching on right now.

So he found these bottles guys. Bottles full of wonderful things. There's bottles of wine, bottles of beer, bottles of rum, bottles of ketchup, bottles of olive oil, bottles of corn syrup, bottles of chocolate syrup, bottles of maple syrup, bottles of milk and water and juice and smoothies. Bottles and bottles and bottles of it.

... And turnips. Lots of turnips. And let's not forget sprite and bananas. That's got it's own separate table. But never mind those, there's an interesting punch bowl that's now a lovely sort of strange bubbling rainbow-esque shade. Looks like he's already sampled from that, there's an empty cup with an odd residue inside it.

Doctor Food Science here has yet moved on, feel free to try that punch bowl though. He's currently hovering up near the topmost cabinets with a bottle of coke, rummaging around in the highest shelf for something. Care to ask just what the hell is going on in here? Don't worry, he's normally this weird, hasn't lost his mind. ... Yet.]

[... Yeah okay he might be a little bit bored. Maybe. Just a little.

Just... a little. Harassing Alucard wasn't nearly good enough for him, and he's got so much free time he wants to die and while happily being followed by a loud, obnoxious squawking parrot parade seems like a good old time to him, it's still not nearly enough.

So first, yeah. The parrots. They seem to like him. A lot. People of the eighth floor might want to put any noise canceling devices to work, because they're gathering near his room and not going away.

Also, people of the eighth floor... He's not sorry.

It takes some serious squinting and careful attention, but if one peers down the hallway, they can see someone has been rather busy. There's an intricate pattern of tripwires set up across the floor, but the hallway seems otherwise pretty clear... Maybe he didn't get done yet?

Well whatever, there's a parrot at the other end of the hall nibbling on a little gold ring and squawking about being a pretty polly bird.

[[Xellos has set up a nice Rube Goldbergesque trap. It's not deadly by any stretch of the imagination... but it is smelly. And he did cheat. Any who can see past a well placed illusion spell and strategically placed plant decorations might be able to make out some suspect looking buckets and trays. Go on. Hit a trip wire. It can't be that bad.]]

Furbaal

Close.

Feerbill.

Getting warmer.

Farblitz.

Oh, back to cold.


[And lo, in the hallway, with the journal open, is Xellos and baby Noah. Pay no attention to the child with the pointy teeth and gold cat eyes. He's completely harmless.

Xellos is trying to fix this.]

Friarbell

On the right idea now.