[h2][color=gray]B.?.102, The School Room[/color][/h2] [@Squirrel98] [hr] A certain squiggles hadn't gotten very far before the water started down the hall. [i]Bath time?[/i] He thought, but then a cheerful, "Whee, slide!" Escaped him as the rushing water reached him and carried him down the hall. With the water's strong odor and his sudden bout of happiness, the worm completely forgot the Amanda human was even in the room. All sounds he made, however, sounded exactly like a replica of Nigel's voice. Even if unintentionally. Would Amanda notice the familiar giggles within the hall? Would she? The words repeated in Zuzu's mind's eye, [i]I wish my childhood had been[/i] happy... The ponycorn had heard all sorts of last vocalizations from wounded, dying, [i]scared [/i]parents. Had a bit of a soft spot for the more repentant ones. However, as a chaotic neutral, the ponycorn didn't try to comfort the woman. And the minute Amanda finally turned around, cried out, "Mommy!" with Nigel's distinct tone of voice. Zuzu was competing with Wormy's vocalizations. The pony wanted the mother's attention, for good or for worse, and knew full well that the worm would only attack her... Cherish, "I love you," what you have before it's gone, "Mommy!" [i]always[/i]. The unicorn was now sitting next to a fresh pile of sandwiches, as if beckoning the woman to eat before she perished. But the top sandwich, though appeared at first glance to be strawberry jelly preserves... was actually filled with [i]blood[/i]. Blood that oozed over to cover smooshed spiders. Hmm, tasty. [hr] [h2][color=gray]B.?.108, The Polkadot Pool Room -> P.G.107[/color][/h2] [@Ocelot79] [hr] Upon entering P.G.107, Lucas would see six little stuffed platypuses. Two of each color. Two, two, and two identical stuffed animals. Replicas of themselves. The stuffed animals did not move upon the human's entrance into the room. They had finally solved the mysterious puzzle and wanted to assist him. So they sat frozen in time. On the floor. Three separate colors of the six. One pair of three sat quietly before door number one. And the replica trio sat before door number two. But both trios of the stuffed animals were placed rather particular. One lay against the door longways. The short little body extended itself to the best of it's ability. The other two? They curled in on themselves as they sat close together. Against the door as well. So close, close enough to touch. It looked almost as if the two were hugging, but there was just the tiniest gap between bits of fuzzy fluff fur. The three eggbutts and their zombie copies laid silent, not wanting to give any verbal clues to Lucas. If the man got on his hands and knees to examine the eggbutts, he would hear soft little quacks. First the long stretched out one, a moment of silence, and then the two cuddly ones in quick secession. One quack each. One quack per puppyduck. [color=gray]Visual Clue:[/color] [color=gray] __________[/color] [color=gray]|[/color] [color=black]door way [/color] [color=gray]|[/color] [color=gray]|[/color] [color=black]door way [/color] [color=gray]|[/color] [color=gray]|[/color] [color=black]door way [/color] [color=gray]| Quack? Quackquack?[/color] [color=gray]|[/color] [color=black]door way [/color] [color=gray]+`[/color] [color=gray]|[/color] [color=black]door way [/color] [color=gray]|[/color] [color=gray]|[/color] [color=deeppink]__[/color] [color=gray]__[/color][color=darkorange]o[/color]o[color=gray]__ |[/color] [hr] [h2][color=gray]C.G.114, The Swan Room[/color][/h2] [@Xandrya] [hr] Michelle's outburst affected the three stuffed animals in the room. Being told to shut up, was an automatic silencer for Wilbur and Winston. The floating duo suddenly became stationary. At a quick glance, a human would probably assume they hung from the ceiling from clear string. But there was no string, no support. The pair lingered in the air, as if frozen by time itself. The calmer tone the mother took, pleased a frustrated Angelica. If the bear had been able to move it's facial expressions about, it would have changed from a frown to something a bit softer. The bear pondered, "A clue? Well, in order to give you a clue, a key is needed." A sighed, "A [i]magical [/i]key is needed in order to get the clue you seek." The bear paused a moment, calculating it's next words, "But I can give you a clue to find the key." The room echoed with the bear's normal dapper English accent. The words spoken, were a poem. A riddle of sorts... [color=gray]Key Clue[/color] [b]"[/b]Mother One way or another Nice or Naughty Yes or No To or Fro Magically clever Father [i]Acilegna[/i], esaelp[b]"[/b] [hider=part 2] [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D3CgwV3o7AM[/youtube] [/hider] The bear waited silently, intently, for Michelle's answer. Did the mother teach Leila her manners?