[center][i][h1][color=00aeef]Nico Jensen[/color][/h1][/i]
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Nico laid a hand on the door, not really knowing what to expect. The 'houses' provided for them looked like hollowed out trees, not even big enough to accommodate a bed that could fit a man of his height. Would he end up sleeping sitting down on wood and maybe dried up leaves? When he thought about it, he didn't really mind but he doubted it would be very comfortable. [color=00aeef]"Howell, when I get back from this... illusion of sorts, I'll kick your sorry ass,"[/color] he shook his head, still convinced that everything was an elaborate hoax played on him by the camera crew's point guy. But all thoughts about Howell and pranks disappeared when he finally pushed open the door and laid eyes on the guest house he was to stay in. 

[color=00aeef]"Wow,"[/color] he whistled low. Although it looked so small from outside, the [url=http://i.imgur.com/W7M8Mpm.jpg?1]interior[/url] was impressively spacious and designed to his preference: rustic and laid back. It looked a lot like the rest house he just had his architect friend design for him. He walked in, the door swinging shut behind him. The living room was definitely impressive, with a hearty flame burning brightly in the hearth. He proceeded to explore all the rooms like an excited child and he found himself completely impressed. Everything was in place and specific to his needs. [Color=00aeef]"Wow,"[/color] he repeated to himself. He slowly walked back to the living room and settled down on the couch, amazement still apparent on his face. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled his senses and he grinned when he saw a steaming cup on the coffee table, right beside a pot full of the same dark liquid. Without hesitation, he took the cup and drank the coffee.

Halfway done with the cup, he heard a trumpet sound outside. He thought of staying where he was and maybe getting a book to read with the coffee. But curiosity got the better of him and he soon found himself back on his feet and heading towards the door, the half empty coffee cup still in his hand.

As soon as he stepped out of his house, he looked up, just in time to see a pair of fairies twirling around in the air, red and black glitters raining down from them.