[h3]Charles Balderdash[/h3]
Charles was caught in a small fit of ‘the giggles’ and took him more than a minute to calm down enough that he could actually speak between gasps.

“Nah, nah mate I’m fine.” Charles kept his face against the mercifully cool desk. “I just need a um…. a thing that is uh…a pizza!"
Charles then burst out into another fit of giggles over forgetting the name of a very tasty food.

“My room is a mess too.” He continued, still face down. “Underwear every like, absolute-OW!”

“At least give me the safe word first!” Twain’s ‘pat’ had been a little bit painful. “This is why the sparkler left; you tried flirting and it went badly”

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[h3]Shannon[/h3]
“I Monster.” Shannon said in a manner suggesting it was a well-known fact, and then in a much quieter voice she mumbled. “Gargoyle not Monster?”

A hand on her back sent a freezing chill running up her spine and her hackles rose. One of her eye turned towards Zesiro, her hackles lowering upon seeing it was his hand that was touching her.

“Bad place fishies float.” She turned to face him gestured, using her free arms, to the air around her.

Shannon was about to continue when smell, one that was floating just beneath the rancid stench, caught her attention. Her snake of a tongue wriggled out between her claws to taste the air.

“I smell good smell.” Waving her tongue to-and-fro Shannon strode forward after the smell. “Good Smell come from here.”

Shannon was all too glad to leave the rancid smelling hallway. Proceeding on all limbs she followed a route down a few more corridors that was more left’s than rights. IF the others followed her they too would soon be able to smell the mouth-watering scent of freshly grilled burgers tease their appetites.

The room that Shannon loomed her way into was fairly large though it evidently had once been a much smaller one. On one wall was a large television where a news anchor was declaring this month’s lottery tickets whilst on the other side of the room was a minimalist kitchen with a frying pan soaking in the sink. It what was in the centre of the room however that held Shannon’s attention; two TRIDENT members sat at a metal table, the man still with his thumb in his mouth after cleaning his plate and the woman midway through her own greasy burger, both sharing the same perplexed look.

“I like good smell.” Shannon grinned from the doorway.

Denise held her burger closer.

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