"Boys?"

Darkdancer's muses looked up at her, dread clear on their faces. Darkdancer had been in a rotten mood lately, haven lost inspiration right in the middle of several fics lately. Even the muses not connected to those fics had faced her wrath, and her wrath made even Jack Sparrow— wary. Now, her tone was sickly sweet and she had an evil glint in her eye. "We have a slight problem."

Jack lounged laconically on the sofa, where he was locked in an epic game of Go Fish with Tom. "And what would that be exactly?"

"We're out of room."

"Oh no, not another muse." Ichabod sighed, "Pietro's bad enough, I mean, look what he did to Elaith!"

Everyone turns to look at Elaith, who is busy sulking in the shadows. Darkdancer's eyes widened, "Why Elaith! Your hair! It's such a lovely shade of purple! How did you get it to look like that?"

Elaith's eyes were half closed and fixed on Pietro. "I didn't. My new color is courtesy of teenage foolishness." A malicious smile crossed his face, "A pity some people never grow up, I fear he won't."

"Who? Tom?"

"Hey!" Tom protested, from the arm of the couch, which he was straddling.

"No, thatwouldbeme." Pietro explained with a smirk. He dominated the Favorite Chair, lying indolently across it as he played with his paddle-ball. "And I will too grow up!I already am pretty grownup!" He shouted at Elaith.

Elaith's smile held no mirth. "So sure are we? Tell me Pietro, are you a light sleeper?"

"Whathasthattodowithanything?"

"Anyway." Darkdancer interrupted, "Yes I have a new muse, Remy LeBeau from the X-men comics."

"You already have an X-men muse." Vanyel pointed out.

"Pietro's from Evolution, they're entirely different. Anyway, the problem is there's not enough room in the box. But I came up with a solution." She proclaimed proudly. "One of you will move to this matchbox I've created. So, any volunteers?"

"Elaith will move to the matchbox, otherwise he's likely to kill Pietro in his sleep." Tom stated decisively.

"What makes you believe I won't kill him anyway?"

Darkdancer scowled at Elaith, "You better not. Else I will write you in a very bad slash story, slashing you with Danilo. And I'll make it hopelessly sappy too."

Elaith has no rebuttal for this. "Fine, at least I can get some peace and quiet in this 'matchbox'."

"Excellent! While you're moving I'll go fetch Remy!" Darkdancer skipped from the room.