[b]Green:[/b] Going clockwise: One adjoining room: An office that’s almost a mirror to Luis’s in the attic. Reasonable to assume it’s Justice Carmen’s. Two adjoining rooms: A glass and steel staircase that leads directly into a ceiling. No obvious buttons to push to open it. Three adjacent rooms: A bathroom, with toilet and shower. The door to the staircase is between it and the study, implying it’s also for guards. Only one spare toothbrush, but three brands of shampoo as well. Four adjacent rooms: A narrow wine cellar with a free-standing safe in the back of the room. The room’s tiny, it’s just about two meters of shelving and then the safe. You have a terrible feeling. [b]Bondi: [/b] Unfortunately, everything here works. Luca is success by failure though. Caliban makes her offer, which Luca actually politely declines - which is a surprise in itself. Like it’s not a shitty teenager grunt, he pauses his game to look up, smile, shake his head, and mouth ‘thank you though’. Unfortunately Luis sees that and- “You’re missing out on the world. I’m sick of it. Go have fun with your family.” “I’m having fun.” Luca holds up his game. “With family.” “Go, or no screens for the rest of the week.” “Oh, fuck me, fine.” Luca puts his games console down and angrily snatches up the water pistol. It really is nothing personal. Luca has just decided he needs to be a little shit in protest of his Dad. That realization and play with Oscar, though, note perfect. He’s trying to invent a fair scoring system for this to judge by, and that occupies him completely. It’s clear he takes after his Mother at least a little bit, because his Dad’s completely lost by Oscar’s sheer enthusiasm for the argument of what is fair and unfair about hypothetical scoring measurements. Luis attention is totally captured by this, with overwhelming force - Oscar has a time limit to solve it! Otherwise? Herman is so close to the ground he doesn’t need to bend over to pick water balloons up from the pile, dutifully handing them to his sister. Isabella hucks as hard as she can at her siblings. Inside she’s laughing, but outside her face would look appropriate on Joan of Arc. For Bondi! For Ariel! Barrera takes the balloons thrown back at Isabella in an eternal moment of Get Down Mister President. He and the punk rocker Joran get into a game of seeing if Jordan can nail Isabella better than Barrera can intercept, and he can’t. In a hail-mary shotgun blast of three balloons at the same time, Barrera gets one with a knee strike, another with a backhanded chop and takes a third to the chest like a soccer goalie, all at the same time. He hits the dirt, and slaps Jordan’s secret fourth balloon while lying on his side using a freestyle stroke. Jordan pretends he’s clapping sarcastically, but he’s honestly just clapping. “See, that.” Oscar points out to his Dad. “How do we count that, because it feels like Barrera won.” “I thought Jordan wasn’t supposed to get balloons?” Luis notes. “Where did he get them?” “He wasn’t.” Oscar looks down at his scoresheet. “Wait.” Pablo gets fully into it. “Sorry I’m evil now, Sell Out,” he winks at Selena with heavily tattooed arms folded across his chest. “I’ve turned to the dark side of magic. I’m thinking a stage show in Ares with fire, and motorcycles, and-” And of course, that brings Selena fully into the moment, pummeling the everloving shit out of Pablo, using water as her medium. It’s very cathartic for her. “Should I be worried?” Luis asks himself. “Only if you’re cheering for Caliban.” Oscar marks down another note. Fortunately, the threat of Luca just got neutralized by Gwen. The shitty-mood twin’s plans to cause problems start with him going up to his sister and asking her; “What do you like about this dumb show so much anyway?” Which is the exact wrong way to open, and it takes only a few more angry words between them before it ends in a fist-fight on the ground. Gwen is winning, and screaming, and she doesn’t know why, only that she must. “Dad?” “No, that one’s my fault.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “But how do I score it?” But this is all misdirection, anyway. As Caliban uses the distraction to trap Ariel too (Gasp!) Bondi manages to free herself on her own when nobody’s looking (Except Pablo, except it’s not like he could tell anyone because he was flat on his back while he watched from Selena actively demolishing him). Just as Caliban’s actively gloating over her victory, Bondi throws her [i]own [/i]water balloon at the side of her head, revealing herself. This one goes off in a burst of glittering light, so [i]everyone[/i] sees it’s happened. Then Bondi reasserts herself with her magic glove, and puts a hand on Caliban’s shoulder. “I think I’m just going to have to take you home myself, aren’t I?” She says authoritatively. It’s a reason they need to go that at least Isabella can appreciate. Quietly, Barrera dusts himself off, noting just how much mod he’s gotten all over his summer suit. He grimaces and slides over to Luis still in the stands. “I’m just going to have a quick shower and get changed. Keep them busy before I can get back.” Luis just nods, and watches the finale, as Barrera breaks into a sprint. [Other replies elsewhere until stated otherwise]