[right][h3][b][i][color=FFBCD9]Miss Creme[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=FFBCD9]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=FFBCD9][i][b]Location: [/b][/i][/color]  Music Room - Entrance -> Breakfast Room
[color=FFBCD9][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A 
[color=FFBCD9][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color]  3
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	Miss Creme looked on in to the events in front of her with a look of terror across her face. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. She flinched back as Mauve looked back at her, and averted her eyes. Whatever caused this turn of events, she wanted to stay as far off of the woman's radar as possible. As the woman made her remarks, and walked away, she started frantically thinking, needing to come to a decision about what to do. Taking direct action would doubtlessly put Creme on Mauve's bad side, and she couldn't in good conscious do nothing. "[color=FFBCD9]Oh dear oh dear oh dear...[/color]" She muttered under her breath. She backed slowly out of the room, ping ponging back to the Breakfast room, her hands on the sides of her head.

	She pulled out a seat at the table, and sat herself down. Part of her wanted to try to go find Blush, and get her opinion on what she should do, but who knew how long that would take? Trying to find the Lord was an option, but she knew better than to try to get the attention of a man so superior to her. There had to be somebody still down here for them, and surely they'd care about an assault in their own home, even if only out of concern for the stains left behind. That seemed like the safest path of action to her, so she stood up, and shakily walked to the end of the room, ready to search for somebody that might be of some help.