'Don't stress it, Quinn. They're just enjoying their secret freedom. You can worry about it in the morning." *WAIT! You're giving him 'till morning? Do you KNOW what he could do in that time frame?* 'Exactly! Just give them time together, it will work out!' *Don't listen to her! Our girl's probably in deep trouble if she hasn't come back frustrated by now!' * 'Maybe she's through playing games and is having a genuine, good time on the forced date! Wait, that came out wrong...' "WOULD BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP!" Unfortunately, just because my head is full of imaginary characters doesn't mean I'm exempt from the normal argueing voices. So I decide that the best way to ignore them and just let all lie, I would have to drown them out somehow. I stalk off in search of something (ANYTHING) to end my quarelling mind.
*MEANWHILE:* "Is she gone, Quill?"
"Yeah, she's gone."
"Good. Now, I need your help with something. It shouldn't take long..."
" I don't think that'd be a good idea, Mister."
"It's alright, Quill. It's for her own good. You want to see her happy, don't you?"
"I...well...she...yes."
"Good. Then listen closely, it's very important..."
INTUITION. I shudder involuntarily...someone is up to something I'm not supposed to know about. Boggit, that usually meant someone was up to no good...Hey, don't judge me. If you lived around his tightness 24-7, you would swear by things like glitter and the bog and chickens, too. However, I soon forget about nearly everything, as I find the usual balm to my confusion. Music. More specifically, opera...Now, I'm not going to lie to you. Partially because Kingy HATES lies, partially because I don't like 'em much either. I am an extremely reckless, strange, infuriating person. I have been told so on many a fine occasion. However, as wild as I may get, is it ever true that music does indeed tame the savage beast. Unless, of course, the savage beast is a masked angel of music himself...but wait, I was trying to describe my self here, in an off way.) I will, quite idiotically, run straight into a lightning storm to dance, just because its dancing in a lightning storm, but when I (or anyone else, really) approach the resident Phantom, the proper response is to walk normally so he knows you're there, sit down a relatively safe distance from the organ, and LISTEN. Just...listen.
He doesn't mind an audience, exactly, if you shut up, (something I rarely do) sit down, and appreciate the music. Unfortunately, not too many people do that anymore. But, I do. Hence why I have not died by punjab yet. That and it would tick Kingy off. Not that that would at all bother OG...When the tormented soul stopped playing or a moment, he turned to look at me, which as all good little fangirls know, is an extremely compelling experience. He opened his mouth and his gilded voice summoned beautiful words...
"Well, then. Seeing as that glittering fop is gone, and you are here, I think it's about time we had a conversation regarding your choice of hospitality." Well, this doesn't sound promising at all. He's very irritable, and now has a fine set of abandonment issues, thanks to a certain prima donna. If someone ticked him off so much he wanted to talk to me about it instead of insantly punjabbing them off of the rafters, this could end very badly for him, me, or the person in particular. Possibly all three. I adress him in a tentative tone...
"Alright, I've got some free time. What's up?". Yeah, screw tentative. I'm still edgy from whatever's going on. His lips curl slightly in distaste. He prefers more formal language, due to his time period. Oh, well. If he really cared all that much, he would be somewhere else. He filled me in on the situation. Apparently, some idiot had DARED touch his organ. Not only did they TOUCH it, but there was circumstancial evidence that they had attempted to PLAY it! All this led to an offense worse than death. I did a quick inspection. There was slime here and there and a distinctly fishy scent. I picked up on who it was pretty quick.
"I'm sorry, Erik. I've got no idea who would be stupid enough to touch your organ. Now, if you don't mind, GK has gone on a date with Sarah, and I'm concerned. I need t check in on them."
"You mean to tell me that that sop actually managed to get a date with her?" His expression was priceless. Well, half of it was. I nodded an affirmation. "How?".
"What can I say? I am good." This of course resulted in laughter, as he came to the conclusion I had done something evil. This is how I left him. I decided to give Gk and his (unwilling) date a little longer, and go back to base. Strangely enough, it's very dark. As in, ominously creepy dark. Oi. "Quill? Skeetch? Hop? Skip? GK? Anyone besides the creepy demon from Paranormal Activity or the Pale Man? Please don't be the Pale Man or the demon from Paranormal Activity. That would really be bad." Dark, sinster laughter filled the room. Then it was abrupty stopped and replaced by severe coughing. Apparently, no one told whoever the heck this was not to laugh maniacally in a place frequented by chicken loving goblins. However, I was feeling slightly less than sympathetic. "OK, if this is you, Erik, I am SOOOO taking your punjab privileges."
"What? NO! I'm not that stupid angsty musical maniac! I am for more evil... I am your worst nightmare!" . This didn't exactly sound like my worst nightmare, but I went through a brief check list to make sure.
"Are you the demon from Paranormal Activity or the Pale Man?". They aren't my worst nightmares, but they were creepy as all get out. "NO! Grrr... why do you assume that? Are those even your worst nightmares? HA! I am the most evil, terrifying being in existance!". Oh, crap. That could only mean one thing. "You mean...you're...you're... A middle aged female Twihard with a severe case of fangirl crushing Team Edward?". This may or may not have been said in a tentative scared voice, with mild cringing. Hey, I may be surrounded by misunderstood villains, but even I've got fears. "HOLY-NO! Oh my God, no! That just...NO! That's horrible! How could you even think that? I take it back! I'm the second scariest thing in existance. Yeesh...thanks for the nightmares!" Well...it's good to know that there was already something I liked about this guy. His apparent taste made me feel better already. "Ok, then. Who are you?".
"I am Dr. Horrible. I have a Ph. D in horribleness." *GASP* I'm not proud of what happened next. It involved sudden tears. When he got confused and asked me what the heck was going on, he got a simple response. "That tool killed Penny." Which involved a stricken, sad look, and a mutual agreement that Captain Hammer was the biggest, most disgusting tool in the world. Then there was sweet tea and a heart to heart. "Why are you even here, anyway?".
"Plot twist. Sorry." An apologetic look, followed by knockout thought plagues me as the darkness closes in. 'Wait...we have a plot?'. Another day in paradise. Oi.