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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Best Exotic Hotel
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Everyone in the area of the goat, the goat and the hotel
[b]Time/Date:[/b] Late Afternoon/August 1st, 2016
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When he’d returned to the hotel, Marc went directly to his room to get some fresh, non-wet clothing. He stuck some music on and danced around as he changed and cleaned his room up from the random pieces of roof and wall that had crumbled off and dusted his room with fine and chunky particles. It was because of his music that Marc was unaware of what was happening in the hotel.

Downstairs was a different story. Having had a rough day and thankfully being brand new cleaned. Cera had changed into a dry white tank top and some khaki shorts, her stained, wet clothing lay on her floor at the foot of her bed. She was debating what to do when she could suddenly hear Ananya and Areum outside her room and… was that a [i]goat[/i] that she could hear baying?! Hesitation struck her then, the anxiety of what she might be facing if she opened that door hit her. Maybe she’d just stay in her room?

By the time that she had made her mind up on what to do, the noises had moved on from outside her room. Her shoulders relaxed and a sigh of relief followed their descent. That made things easier. Wandering to her kitchen area, Cera began pulling out her baked goodness that she’d made for everyone. It was a wide assortment and she moved to place the boxes on her bed. Right as she made to set them down she heard Tas shouting from somewhere outside of her window in the courtyard. Fumbling the boxes, Cera’s bed was then covered in cookies, cakes, brownies, doughnuts and, most importantly, crumbs. 

Groaning, Cera walked to her bedroom window and opened it up to see what was going on. No sooner had the warm gentle breeze began to filter in than a goat jumped in through her window! It bounced off of the window sill and knocked into the side of Cera, sending her flying into the side of her armchair where she read at night. [color=9B6EB3]“What ‘eh hel-!?”[/color] Bewildered, Cera watched as the goat bleated in her direction before running rampant in her room!

It discovered her coffee covered clothing on the floor and began to chow down before it realised there was [i]actual food[/i] on the bed! It ran around the room, gathering momentum for itself before bounding right for the baked goodies strewn over the bedding. With a quick skip and jump it was on the mattress, bouncing between mouthfuls of delicious treats. [color=9B6EB3]“How in ‘eh heck did a goat get in the hotel?!”[/color] It was clear that Cera was completely out of her depth and in a panic. Her screams could be heard from all around the courtyard, corridors and neighbouring rooms both around and above.

Marc wasn’t sure exactly what he had heard as he was dancing around but he decided to turn his tunes down and that’s when he heard it. What in the hell was going on downstairs? Marc quickly made his way down, dancing around Cander standing at the bottom of the stairs with a weird look on his face, and knocked on Cera’s door. [color=2B942B]“Yo Cera! Open up! What’s going on?!”[/color] His fist pounded on the door as he listened to Cera switching from screams to whimpers.

[color=9B6EB3]“Marc! There’s a bloody go—“[/color] Her words got cut off when an almighty [b]BAAAAAAAAAAAAH[/b] rung out and a thump could be heard inside the room. [color=2B942B]“Why the hell have you got a damn sheep in your room, Cera?! Hold on, I’m coming in!”[/color] Marc stepped back and readied himself to kick the door in. He’d seen this done on TV and in movies hundreds of times. It couldn’t be that hard, right? He ran and kicked at the door, just below the handle (granted he’d been aiming FOR the handle) and the door caved into the room, banging loudly against the wardrobe that was situated behind it. 

The scene inside was ridiculous and it took all that Marc had not to laugh. Curled up on the chair, her legs tucked up and her face buried in her knees was Cera. She was watching on in horror as a goat was bouncing on her mattress, eating a cookie of all things. There was chewn up clothing half hanging off of the bed at the corner and everything on the bedside tables had been knocked over on the surface or was now lying on the floor. [color=2B942B]“Why ha-have you got a goat on your b-bed?”[/color] His words stammered as he tried to control his urge to laugh. 

The goat was having a rare time and looked like it was dancing. Which made Marc smile even wider. Cera glared at Marc and pointed at the goat. [color=9B6EB3]“This ain’t a laughin’ matter, Marc! Get this god damn Mr Clops out of here!”[/color] Her face was red and her voice was stern but it only lasted a second before she slumped back into the chair, hugging her knees. [color=9B6EB3]“Please jus’… jus’ get it out of here! It’s god damn cloppin’ and bleatin’ is gonna drive me insane. Please Marc, help…”[/color] Her eyes were dry but it was clear she wasn’t comfortable being in such close proximity to the goat.

[color=2B942B]“Okay! Okay… Lemme think…”[/color] Marc had a half-eaten protein bar in his pocket and his phone in the other. A stupid, but fun, idea crossed his mind and Marc grinned. He turned on Spotify and found a [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9bZkp7q19f0]song[/url]. It had nothing to do with what was going on, but he hoped the beat and movements would entice the goat to follow him.

Readying himself as the beat built up, Marc began dancing the signature dance of Gangnam Style and got closer to the goat before waving the protein bar near its face. The baked goodies were all gone at this point so it didn’t take much convincing to get the goat out of Cera’s room and into the corridor and back out to the courtyard before the song had ended. Cera hesitantly got up and followed them out of the room, unsure how to react to the ridiculousness of what Marc was doing. The goat bounced along after him, seeming to be enjoying itself? She was just glad to have it out of her room and she knew she now owed Marc one for helping her out. She closed the now busted up door over and made her way out into the courtyard just behind them.

Right as Gangnam Style finished Marc’s Spotify randomised the best song in the world for what was going on in the hotel right now. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JcNhDstL4-k]Benny Hill’s theme tune[/url] rang out in the courtyard and Marc fell to the ground laughing, tears falling down his eyes as his fists pounded the ground at the utter hilarity of the situation. The goat was now running around the courtyard bouncing off of anything that it could as it avoided capture. 

Cera couldn’t help but laugh as the song began and she watched what was happening, it was just completely ridiculous. Just as she walked further in Cera noticed Tas laying on the ground of the courtyard and wondered how the goat had managed to floor her. She walked forward, laughter still causing her shoulders to shake, and leaned over Tas. [color=9B6EB3]“Goat get ye too, huh? Here, lemme help.”[/color] Cera held her hand out to Tas to help her get back up off the ground.

The goat was still content cleating as the little bastard continued to bounce around. Marc was not going to be helpful anytime soon. God this was going to be fun.
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