"Would someone start making some sense?"
OOC: Never gonna happen, Blade.
-==IC: Zamz Bade==-
"No, no, Isabella, the butler. It's always the butler. No need to get...this..." Bade trails off as he sees Carrie's face. He is obviously (and comically) smitten. He quickly regains his composure...or at least, as close to "composed" as he ever got. "Sorry about that, Sugar Lips. The rookie's a bit new to this business. Doesn't understand the rules of the case. But you...someone with a face like that could never be a killer. And I gotta say, Sugar Lips, it's quite the face. You've got my Soul Energy racing, if ya know what I mean."
Shiza: "Soul Energy? What level are you at?"
"I dunno, kid. But they're risin' faster every second I stare into her deep brown eyes..."
EDIT: OOC: changed for clarity; they're Carrie's eyes he's looking into.
-==IC: J==-
As J and Lloyd crawl through the air ducts, they move as quickly as they can. Thus, they don't see the loose grating beneath them, and they don't have enough time to grab a hold before they fall through.
"Aaaaaaaaa--!"
They land in the kitchen with a
splat and a
poof. When the dust clears, J's head is covered in chocolate cake batter, and Lloyd is so covered in flour he could pass for a ghost. J quickly wipes her face clear of the brown goop and drags Lloyd underneath the dessert cart before any of the chefs can come to investigate the noise. A waiter comes and begins pushing the cart into the dining room...
