When one meets with royalty, one usually does so in a throne room or place of great historical meaning. Typically, this does not include poorly lit, slightly dingy medical labs. Of course, the lab itself was less like a hospital and more like a mausoleum.
"Pass me that scalpel, if you would, Professor."
PB had been halfway through an important experiment, and she refused to leave any project unfinished, even temporarily. Too the disgust of her guests, this experiment required a body, specifically a dead pudding candy-person. However, she was still listening as intently as possible, despite neglecting to turn off the recorded classical music blaring from behind her. After all, how could she not listen, when this had been the same team that first introduced her to the works of Dr. Strauer?
Perhaps "the same team" was a bit of a stretch. Most of the team was missing, she assumed killed in a squabble over some minor trinket, by the vampire who had yet to hear of "personal hygiene," whom was watching her intently from across the table. Other than that creature, the only returning member was the Rainicorn professor.
"We were on a dig, m'lady, in the Shining Empire of Rainicornia, when we discovered a sort of hidden metal room."
She lined up the needle for injection directly into the aorta.
"That was where we found the tapes."
She gave an involuntary shudder, either of excitement or fear, and the needle rammed into the patient, tearing apart a fair amount of flesh. Suddenly, it's eyes opened, it's limbs flailed, and it began screaming in pain and fear and confusion and rage, before finally falling back into the comfort of death.
"The room. What. Was. It. For?"
The Rainicorn Professor thought over his next words carefully, not in order to manipulate her, but deciding if it was right, especially after the spectacle he'd just seen, to tell her .
"It was a science lab, m'lady."