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Iman looked dryly at Demi and repeated himself. "My practices are too unusual to allow it. The same goes for most others of my race." He held up the voodoo doll again and it swung back and forth in the air. "There aren't too many girls around that're wooed by sadism and mutation experiments. Can't be dealing with someone running around insisting that you're stinking up the house with boiling frog juice because the novelty of the activity has worn off for her." He paused and lowered the voodoo doll, taking it in both hands. He kept his eyes on it. "I would never give up my practices for a woman." Suddenly he stood up. He looked again around the room. There were actually a few things inside besides a bed, like a pair of dressers against the far wall. One of them looked like his own, from his apartment. "Strange..." he stated. He walked over to it, not giving the other dresser - it was probably Demi's anyway - much mind. He pulled it open, and pronounced, "Well, what do you know. We don't have to live in our pajamas. But I can't say I recognize all of this..." That said, he took only a few seconds to pull out an outfit (the one in his picture, actually) and exchange it for the thin pants he called pajamas. "As for being married, maybe the reality of it will really set in in a few hours."

Iman rubbed the back of his head and moved his little voodoo doll to the pocket of his living clothes. He spoke aloud to himself. "People misunderstand a lot of my analogies, don't they? I was talking about worn-out novelty and emotional neglect, I could've sworn..." Another thought came to mind. He looked quickly around the room and then smiled gently when his eyes fell on a small brown stuffed bunny rabbit in a corner of the room. He walked over to it, picked it up, and hugged it. He spoke to the rabbit, "At least my parents knew me well enough to make sure you were around." He hugged it again, and placed it on the floor. He made his side of the bed and placed the rabbit carefully on top of the pillow. That done, he approached the door. He placed his hand on the knob, turned it, and the door opened. "So, where am I, exactly?"

"Deyanira. You care to answer likewise?" Iman asked, raising an eyebrow. "More than that, you care to put away your pointy little stick of metal, there?" Odd, if I'm supposed to live here, how come the residents don't know of me? He looked the fellow over. In a few moments, it occurred to Iman that this stranger looked strikingly like himself, save his eye color and style of attire. "Why pull a knife on me, anyway?"

Iman had been seconds from asking, And where am I, exactly? but was informed just then that Gelio would be no help with the matter. He furrowed his brow. "No idea where you are? You and me both. This is supposed to be some sort of mansion?" Iman's hand let go of the door. "But I've got a good idea why I'm here. Woke up next to some chick I've never seen before with a marriage certificate practically taped to my face." Iman then muttered much lower, and to himself, "Christ..."

Iman coughed to himself at Gelio's final comment. "Is it as easy as that? We can walk right out of this place?" He started to feel a bit of hope, hurriedly stepping completely out into the hallway. "Lets certainly go check, then!" Iman took a few steps, then stopped. "Where exactly is 'out of this place,' do you think?"

Iman turned on his heel and started walking in the opposite direction. "I suppose I'll go that way then." He marched on towards room one and passed it. There was a door at the end of the hallway. In one move, Iman opened that door, it swung out, and he stepped through the frame. But then he stopped, eyes wide as he looked beyond where he stood. In front of him was a banister that railed off a sort of indoor balcony. To either side were stairs leading down, and the banister overlooked a fancy - gaudy, even - dining room that might have been fit for a king. "Good lord," Iman exclaimed.

Fixing her hair back in a high pony tail, Demi looked at herself in the mirror with a slight frown. Presentable. She tucked a few stray strands of hair back and opened the door of the bathroom, the bedroom was empty. But the other door, the one that must lead out of the bedroom, was open. She lifted one shoulder in a shrug to herself. Might as well go and see if there's anyone else in this crazy place. Voices outside. Demi poked her head out, Deyanira was going one way down a long hall, another young man went the other. WHich way? Deyanria seemed a little inhospitable, but that was understandable. And she at least kind of knew him. Without another moment of debate, Demi went down the end of the hall towards him.

keylala stops danceing and set down on the floor "that one way to get a good workout" she said as she took the eraphones out of her ears then gets up and goes and gets her self some water