❖~Come, Little Children~☾

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Mood: Interesting ⇎ Location: Dream ⇎ Current Personality: Leon ⇎ OOC: ⇎​

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After the meeting with the Dream Maker and the appearance of the butler, Leon didn't know what to think about the current situation that they were in. The fact that they were in a dream was easier to grasp than everything else here. Still as the group started walking, he kept his distance by at least a couple of steps. Away from them was were he felt comfortable.​

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As the butler gave them a tour, his eyes looked around. He wanted to make sure that he could recognize any key features if he was ever venturing on his own. He doubted that it would be impossible to get lost in this place, but he didn't know for certain. Really he was just going along with all this, not showing too much nor too little interest in everything.​

 

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Ainsley looked down at Samantha who came to stand by her. She hugged herself and sort of looked away from the smaller girl, hoping that maybe she would go away. She didn't like to talk and- ​

"H-hi, my name is Sammy, what's yours?" ​

The girl straightened and looked back at the girl. She was surprised that someone actually introduced themselves to her; it really threw her off guard. She hunched her shoulders and kicked at the ground, trying to find a voice within herself to use. ".... Ai-Ainsley," the eleven year old whispered to Sammy as if it was a secret. ​

THE TOUR​

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Spoiler: Map: Floor One

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Charles shows you around the mansion, saying that mostly everything is available to them. He shows you the Game Room, the Dining Room, the Chicken Kitchen (though it's off limits when the chef is cooking, and it's all themed after a rooster for some weird reason, the Living Room/Music Room, where the bathrooms are at, where you can change into your swimsuits to go swimming in the pool room, where someone can exercise, and the library. The door within the library is locked. "Please do not open this door," the butler says with a smile. "Also, please stay out of the Servant Quarters. Though we like to please you, we need our privacy as well. Also the basement and the attic are off limits, everything else is open and free to you." ​

He shows you the telephones around the house that could be used to call rooms or any of the servants at any given time He then escorts you to up the main stairs and on the second floor, there is a large space and two doors on the left, and one door on the right (will upload Floor 2 Map soon). He shows you that there's a girl's room and a boy's room. "But if you would like company with each other, there's a spare room behind that third door." He hides a chuckle and then claps his hands together. "You may do whatever you want. If you want to order me around, that's fine to. I am but a butler after all."​

 

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Such a beautifully haunting sound: “Come, Little Children… I’ll take thee away…” It all seemed to flash by. Between finding herself where she was, surrounded by unfamiliar faces…-No. Some of them were barely familiar, but she had always been to paralyzed by fear to ever meet them face-to-face…- and the strange house she followed into, she wasn’t sure if it was real at all; hadn’t she been sleeping just before? She had chosen to go into the eerie house and listened inventively to Charles the Butler as he spoke. She did not listen because what he said intrigued her, but rather because she was being guided by a man and she did not perish at seeing him; or any of the other boys for that matter. Such was as she had never felt before, because such was the moment without even the threat of fear in the air.

Also the basementand the atticare off limits, everything else is open and free to you.

That sounded odd. She dared not speak, lest she lose the ability to stand once she uttered a single syllable in the midst of some many others. She was so used to not talking, she was almost certain she’d forgotten how to properly without speaking to nurses and old people.

"You may do whatever you want. If you want to order me around, that's fine to. I am but a butler after all."


“Why is the basement off limits? As well as the attic?” She asked less meekly than she ever thought she’d be capable of. She sounded so confident in her questioning that it scared even herself.

 

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"The attic and the basement are off limits because those rooms belong to the Mistress alone. She does not wish for her privacy to be invaded. It will be best to leave her be and let her come to you."Charles bows slightly and then gestures to a large window. Through that window, a large, lighted courtyard could be seen. "You may go out into the courtyard as well." There was a pond with a little bridge over it and a fountain, a swing set and slides, benches under some trees, and a lovely garden full of different plants and flowers. "Dinner will be served in a few hours, so you are free to do as you wish."​

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CHANCE TRACKER WILL BE UNLOCKED SOON​

 

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He listened as the "Dream Maker" told them off for being rude. He snickered, hardly caring if he hurt her feelings, when suddenly a wave of golden butterflies flew around them. They dropped things for the other two near him, but he only noticed the mp3 player with his black and red wired headphones. He caught them before they could slip out of his grasp and looked on in disbelief. Whatever this crazy bitch was cooking up, he was actually starting to enjoy the benefits, and that made him genuinely happy. He held onto his items like they were his lifeline, and listened intently.

"More awaits for you inside, my children. If you so choose to stay out here, go ahead. But I wouldn't if I were you. Though this is a dream realm, the wolves of the night still prowl around in these woods."

He then heard her introduce her butler, Charles, and wish them all farewell. As much as he wanted to defy her, getting eaten by wolves hardly sounded pleasant. Charlie bowed to them and beckoned them all to come inside. Before they could go, however, two of the younger girls ran up ahead and began introducing themselves to each other. The one with the stuffed bear seemed a bit out of place, but Kyle's attention was more focused on the other one. It was the blonde girl from before. He went ahead and moved toward them just in time to catch her introduction. She called herself Ainsley. He'd have to remember to talk to her later, but for now he followed the man servant through the house with the rest of the group. The only part of the tour that really caught his attention was the "Chicken Kitchen." For some reason, it gave Kyle the creeps, and at first he'd questioned whether the ornate painting on the cabinets and counters wasn't blood. He'd hate to be stuck in there in the dark. Before he knew it, the tour was over, and they were all told to, essentially, kill a few hours until dinner. He looked back down at his beloved player and stuffed it into his pocket before walking over to Ainsley. He figured they needed to be properly acquainted sometime, and he hardly gave a rat's ass if anyone else saw it going down.

"Hey. You seem, um... tense."

He was hardly the master of conversation. Even the crazies could make better small talk than he'd ever managed.

"You, uh... wanna play some pool? Might be fun."

 

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Ainsley was brought to attention once more when she felt someone come up beside her.​

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"Hey. You seem, um... tense."​

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It was Kyle, the one who saved her from the wrath of Trevor. The girl put her hands behind her back and looked to the ground. How was she suppose to respond to that? So she just nodded her head, letting Kyle know that indeed she was feeling nervous and tense.​

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"You, uh... wanna play some pool? Might be fun."​

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Ainsley wrinkled her nose and looked up at Kyle with a confused look on her face. "How do you... play pool?" she asked in a soft voice. She was thinking of the swimming pool and not the pool table. She never saw a pool table in her life, and thus didn't know the terminology or what in the world Kyle was talking about. She didn't realize she spoke up though, right in front of everyone else if they were listening. She didn't feel scared to talk at the moment, not like she did back at the hospital.​

 

“Well you didn’t give a straight answer” Alicia said to herself as the dream maker called them rude and such. She let out a soft sigh as she mumbled to herself about why she should just be quiet when her favourite book appeared, she was distrustful now with the bribe but decided to remain silent and make it look like she was enjoying her book as she followed everyone into the mansion. After the butler showed them around and told them where they could and could not go Alicia went to the girl’s bedroom and picked out a bed for herself, she laid down on her new bed and made it look like she was reading her book, but in truth was wondering how to figure out what was really going on, and seeing if the medicine she took before was connected ‘The Attic and Basement would be the best place to start’ she thought to herself ‘Better wait until everyone goes to sleep’ she added, she then paused and put her book down “Go to sleep in a dream world? Seems kind of redundant” she said quietly to herself.

 

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Although it was possible no one noticed it, Xyloh's usual jumpy and obnoxious self was rather, quiet.and disturbed. She went along with everything just because she was afraid. She didn't speak to anyone, she didn't acknowledge anyone. She just... was there. Everything felt odd to her everything didn't seem the way she expected it to be.​

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Why wasn't she in heaven?​

Why was everything so dark and gloomy?​

Where was her grandmother?​

And why didn't she feel... dead?​

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⌈Do you notice anything different about everyone?⌋​

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Xyloh realized she hadn't been paying attention to anything at that moment and she let out in a stutter, "I-I-I don't know... I-I wasn't..." Xyloh looked away from Leah, even though she had only looked briefly at her. Xyloh wandered slowly up to the butler and spoke, "U-Um excuse me I... why aren't... how are..." Xyloh couldn't let out the question, it was caught in her throat. Instead she held back tears and shook her head, "Thank you for the tour and warm welco-" she couldn't finish her thanks either, instead she looked straight towards the ground and didn't look up.​

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Samantha was trying to figure out what to do, she wasn't sure what she was meant to do in a place like that, when someone approached her. Wonder why she didn't say anything before the tour she thought to herself, but pushed the thought aside. How was she supposed to respond though? Once again, she was in a situation she wasn't very experienced in. "Hi Analise, my name is..um..Samantha" she responded. She hated the fact she had paused as she had spoken, now it seemed like she was somebody that couldn't even remember her name. How stupid did she look now?

She was still thinking this as, to her surprise, Mr Bear started squirming around in her arms. Samantha's eyes widened in shock. "M-Mr Bear, stop wriggling around, you're making it hard to cuddle you" Samantha exclaimed, as Mr Bear succeeded in freeing himself and leaped down onto the ground. Without a word, the stuffed bear began waddling away from Samantha and in Kyla's direction. Sammy looked up at Analise. "Sorry, Mr Bear is usually a good boy" she said quickly, and then she hurried after the bear.

Samantha caught up to Mr Bear rather quickly, especially since Mr Bear had walked into Kyla and tripped over her foot. Sammy quickly helped Mr Bear to his feet, which was a little awkward because despite being nine years old Samantha was still quite a lot bigger than Mr Bear, and then she noticed who Mr Bear had bumped into. "Um..sorry about Mr Bear bumping into you..Mr Bear is usually very still, and quiet and..and he doesn't usually move by himself at all" Samantha apologized to Kyla, the fact that her stuffed bear now seemed to be moving on his own only now just sinking in.

 

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"Hm?" Charles looked to Xyloh, seeing that the poor girl seemed distraught and scared about everything around her. It was perfectly normal though. The butler knew that these children were not use to a strange place like this. The older they seemed, the harder it was to accept such changes. He could see the younger ones were adapting quite well to everything. Now it was time to cater to the older folks. "It's no problem at all, madam." Charles said with a bow and then straighten, smiling with warmness to Xyloh. "Is there anything I can do to make your stay more comfortable? Tea, ice cream, chocolate, something else entirely?" ​

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"Hello everyone!" sudden voices sounded off at the head of the room. It was two girls, each of them looking different from the other, but they seemed close and they were holding hands and both waving to everyone at the same time.​

"We are Callie."​

"And Allie."​

"And we are your maids! Yay!" The two girls even talked simultaneously as if they new exactly what to say.​

"The mistress has asked us to-"​

"Invite you all to dinner in five minutes but-"​

"If you don't-"​

"Feel hungry-"​

"She says you may eat up here and rest if you would like."​

Callie raised her finger and wagged it in the air. "But I would recommend eating with her tomorrow at breakfast."​

"For the mistress loves company,"

Allie said.​

Both girls hummed and nodded in sync. ​

"We hope we can serve you well!" The girls both giggled and grinned at everyone, and then curtsied together. Then they waited to see who would come down for dinner and who would not.​

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Ainsley blinked at the two strange maids, finding it weird how they talked and how they moved as if they were connected somehow together. She fiddled with the sleeves of her shirt, wondering what she should do exactly. She didn't want to disappoint the Dream Maker, but she didn't want to leave anyone else either. She didn't want to be alone in this big place. "Are you hungry?" Ainsley asked Kyle, biting her lower lip. She didn't want to push him to go eat if he didn't want to, but she was the most comfortable with him. If he didn't want to eat, then she wouldn't eat with the Dream Maker either. ​

 

OOC: It is suggested to read the post first and then watch the video.

Kyla was just listening to a conversation involving pool and was intent on watching a game, when she felt, all at once, a light thump on her foot and the stroke of what felt like wool across her calf. She looked down to discover a teddy bear had fallen at her feet. She remembered a time when she had very few friends of the child sort, due to her fits and odd way of reacting to music, and resorted to very happy days spent having tea with a plentitude of stuffed animals. Eventually, she had grown up and inanimate objects became pitiful substitutes to the human company she just couldn’t stand to be around. What intrigued her was exactly how the bear came to her feet.

"Um..sorry about Mr Bear bumping into you..Mr Bear is usually very still, and quiet and..and he doesn't usually move by himself at all.

Kyla raised a thin black eyebrow towards the small girl. The girl was strange to her, but she did not feel endangered. It was not the fact the girl was a child that her alarms didn’t go off; she was often most afraid of children, as that was the stage of her own life where she’d felt most rejected by her peers who could not understand her. “It’s alright.” She found the words had escaped her mouth without her thinking about them. She had to catch up to what she said for a moment, but it only took a moment to arise at the fact no actual harm had been done. Wait… that voice… She looked down to that bear and scooped him up gingerly in one hand to offer to Samantha. She was sure this was the girl from Saint Rose… the pitiable voice. “Mr. Bear, right? He’s yours, right?” She asked kindly. “Would you and Mr. Bear like to hear some music?” She had heard the maids and their talk of dinner. “I’m sure no one will mind if we’re just a little late.”

"Um..sure..I guess so."

“When I was about your size, my Grandmother taught me to play the piano. I’ve wanted to go to the Music room since the Butler showed it to us, but I’d rather not go alone.” Kyla explained her reasoning, because she felt the need to; she was unaccustomed to speaking to others, after all. In fact, not wanting to be alone was new to her as well; she was all too happy to be alone almost all throughout her life. It did not take long to reach the piano room, as Kyla guided the youth behind her to the majestic instrument. “Do you know how to play?”

"No..I've never had a piano"

“I can teach you. Sit by me.” Kyla patted the leather stool upon which she sat. She was quite spare with thin hips, which left plenty of room for a nine year old frame to fit onto the rectangular pad. She lifted the wooden cover away from the keys and placed her fingertips at a rest like she had when she’d before had the freedom to do so. It struck her just then, and tears welled up in her eyes. This was the first moment she had been free in time immemorial; here at this piano, surrounded only by silence and the listening ear of a child, she was free from the world and horror she had known before. She quickly recomposed herself and explained the basics of the names of the notes, which led to keys. To concrete her brief lesson, she played the same melody twice, in two different keys. A#4, C#4, D#4, F4, F4, F4, G#4, G4, F4, D#4, F#4, F4, D#4, C#4, C4, F4, and she repeated the same sequence exactly, except she played a C4 rather than an F4 at the very end. Next, she played D#4, F#4, G#4, A#5, A#5, A#5, C#5, C5,A#5, G#4, B5, A#5, G#4,F#4, G#4, F#4, F4, A#5, like wise repeating the same sequence, but replaced the last note with a D#4 rather than an A#5. The ultimate curiosity of the lesson was that she recognized the melody, but had never played it before. She removed her hands from the keyboard and smiled down to Samantha.

“Would you like to give it a try?” Maybe she would remember where she’d heard it if someone else played it, and Kyla was actually enjoying the ability to share a similar musical moment with someone else that she’d had with her grandmother so many years ago.

OOC: Thanks to Dr_Wigglz for collaboration.

 

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“Would you like to give it a try?”

Samantha paused. She had never played the piano before, had never even been offered a lesson. The girl had always had an interest in piano, but her parents had never wanted her to go down that path, fearing she would abandon any hopes for an education in favor of a musical career. Samantha nodded slowly though, she most certainly wanted to try.

Sammy carefully tried her best to play the notes, just as Kyla had done. She got about halfway before she made her first mistake. She panicked, trying to focus too hard on the rest of the notes and messing more than half of the remaining ones up. She stopped and simply stared at the piano. Tears began to well up in her eyes; apparently The Miracle had not cured her of her childish reactions. "I messed up" she said. She took a deep breath, however, and began to play from the beginning again. However, her mental focus simply wasn't there now, and she found herself unable to replicate the majority of the notes. She began to cry a little more freely now, not quite sobbing but not full blown crying either. "I-i'm sorry, I messed up your pretty song.." Samantha apologized, unsure of what else she could say.

 

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He looked at her, more than a bit surprised by her response.

"How do you... play pool?"

He wasn't particularly prepared for that response.

"Uh, well..."

He was having trouble explaining just what pool was.

"You, er, hit some balls into holes with a stick... it's more fun when you actually play. I'll show you."

Just as he was about to lead her into the game room, he heard two voices call out in unison.

"Hello everyone!"

He sighed, not in the mood to deal with any more of these freaks. They told them all that dinner was ready and they could either eat with the Dream Witch or lounge around with everyone else.

"Are you hungry?"

He looked down, surprised that she spoke up, and didn't take long to respond.

"Yeah, but I'm not sitting with that crazy bitch."

He smiled, trying to lighten the mood. He still had plenty of doubts about this place, but for now they didn't have anywhere else to go.

 

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To say that Elton didn't like or trust the boseul-achi who he would never, evereverever in a million years! like. It didn't help that the woman looked a lot like eomma – though the more Elton stared, the more imperfections he found in the woman that were less like the face he was so fond of.​

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{ ◖ ❀ Eomma is the most beautiful in the world. ◗ }​

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Even when she said things like they already knew her, he still didn't like it. Really, it was dumb that he was asleep in the first place because he never slept before. He eyed her warily as she waved her hand and then golden, glowing butterflies splayed out from her fingers and began to dance around them. His eyes widened in surprise and he took a step back, biting the inside of his cheek. His eyes grew even larger when his bare feet could feel the familiar, soft texture of flowers growing beneath them.​

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And then the pens were suddenly everywhere, and he didn't know what to think. There were so many nice ones! Shiny pens, or longer, thin ones, and even the fat ones that he once tried to choke a nurse with. It was a dream realm right? Before, Elton's dreams hadn't really ever been so lucid { the ones that he did have during his extremely rare spells of a restless sleep }, so why was it so vivid now?​

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He wasn't sure what to do at first, but there was no leaving. It probably wasn't safe outside or in the house, but as Elton looked at the pens and flowers around him . . . ​

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And that was how he ended up in the strange house full of all the strange servants. They probably didn't want any of the children in the Servants' Quarters because they were hiding a bunch of dead bodies of lots of other children they had lured in with the same methods. Elton held fast to this idea even though he was supposedly dreaming.​

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Instead of mixing with the others, he wandered off to the library and plopped into one of the large, plush chairs in a corner where two bookshelves were intersecting. He couldn't be seen from the door. A blanket seemed to simply be laying over the arm of the large chair and he looked at it with blinking eyes. It was soft; he immediately wrapped himself in it and curled up in the chair like a cat.​

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//CHANCES GIVEN TO WIGGLZ, SEBAX, AND ~PHOENIX~// Two of you made a song, one of you actually had dinner with the Dream Maker.

The Next Day​

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Yesterday was quite a disappointment. Only one child had joined her for dinner. Was she really that horrible? After all she tried to do for them, and it didn't seem to be sitting well with everyone. Perhaps today would be a better day. Breakfast was ready, and the table was set. Once more, everyone was given a chance to either dine with her or alone. She could not force them after all. They were their own human beings after all. ​

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Ainsley was one of the first ones up in the Girl's Wing. She was surprised she could fall asleep within a dream, and wondered what this could mean. When she woke up though, she was still in this dreary, dark, but whimsical world. She silently crawled out of bed and put on the slippers that were placed next to her bedside and then moved as quietly as she could passed the other beds. When she glanced outside, she could see that it was lighter than it was when they arrived, but it still seemed like it was night. Like early mornings on the ranch when the sun wasn't up yet. ​

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Not waiting for anyone else, she slipped out of the girl's sleeping quarters and shut the door gently behind her. She looked across the hallway to where the boy's rooms were. Kyle would probably be in there. But she didn't want to go look. Trevor would be there too. Shuddering at that thought, Ainsley decided to venture downstairs herself to the dining room. She followed the smell of breakfast until she found a large table with many empty chairs. At the head of the table was Dream Maker... ​

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She smiled at Ainsley, grateful that someone had showed up. "Come child, don't be frightened. We can all eat together and be happy." The eleven year old glanced behind her and saw no one else was around. Nodding her head, she walked over to where Dream Maker had gestured for her to sit, right next to her. ​

 

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Xyloh woke up in a daze, and was still upset about the location she was in. Was this heaven? Was this another step she had to take? The miracle pill had to have been something to take them here, but she thought it would be heaven. Even though they told the rest they had been going to sleep and wouldn't be dreaming.​

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Xyloh hadn't eaten last night, she hadn't done anything. She went to the room and thought about what was going on and had fallen asleep doing so. Now she was really hungry. She remembered something about the Hostess wanting to eat with them, and she meant to go last night but it never happened. At least she could make up for that today.​

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Xyloh wandered around, trying to remember where exactly the dining room was, when she found it, she looked in nervously to see Ainsley and the Hostess in there. Xyloh made her way in slowly, still a bit nervous, but she didn't sit down, she didn't want to seem rude, "Good morning... I'm... sorry I didn't... make it to dinner last night.... I meant to... I'm just kind of..." she wanted to say the words still confused about everything going on but it never arrived.​

 

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Laurence was unable to join the dinner the other day due to the gift he had received. The mere moment the frilly underwear appeared in his hand Laurence began to freak out uncontrollably. Like a child getting something he dreamed of, Laurence began to spazz out and dance all over the place until he fell unconscious

He awoke the next day wondering where he was but the mere moment he realized where he was and noticed the panties before him, his heart exploded (not literally) in sheer joy. "THIS IS THE BEST DAYS OF MY LIFE" Laurence yelled as he got up from the floor that nobody decided to pick him up from and ran off.

The smell of food had been caught by his nose and he ran off to the dining room all excited like. He noticed shy little Ainsley and Xyloh, who would always cry tears of joy whenever she saw him. It was good to see them, but their radiance paled in comparison to his lovely goddess sitting by the table "GREETING MY SISTERS AND MY BELOVED GODDESS! LET US DINE ON THE WONDROUS FOOD SET OUT BEFORE US AND SING SONGS OF PRAISE FOR OUR GLORIOUS GODDESS" Laurence yelled in glee as he took a seat next to the Dream Maker with the frilly underwear over his head.