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The first thing to be observed about the room is that the walls, floor and ceiling are cherry blossom pink. It's absolutely haunting! It's hard to differentiate between the dimensions of the room, is it small, or is it big? Is the room getting smaller the further into it gets? What? It really is? Luckily it seems to stop around 5ft so just watch your head.

To make it worse there are dozens upon dozens of white picket fences, rakes and a couple hats scattered across room. It looks like there was some really funky party here, and to top off the cake there is a set of plain brown doors with two statues in front of both of them at the end of the room that look like a set of, yes, pink pigs with curly mustaches drawn their faces. Upon seeing the group, they speak in unison:

“We are the guardians of the way onward.”

They fall silent. Then the one on the left speaks, “Both of these doors lead somewhere.”

“But it all depends on what you’re looking for,” the statue on the right chimes in, “If it is the way forward -”

“Oh! I know that one!” The one on the left interrupts. “It’s behind my door!”

The one on the right shakes its head. “No, it isn’t. You just want them to go through your door for your own amusement.”

“I am not!” The left statue retorts, “I’m only trying to help! You’re the one who is insisting on confusing them! Besides,” the statue turns towards the group. “Why don’t you lot pick?”

“It is your decision, after all,” the right statue adds with a nod. “Though you may wish to discuss it amongst yourselves; you must agree on one door, and must go through that door and only that door.”

“And we can’t tell you what’s behind the doors, either,” the statue on the left chimes in. “So don’t get any ideas! Just let us know which door you pick. And you can’t ask us any questions, either.”

The right statue says nothing, and watches the group expectantly.

Tybalt had stopped two feet into the room.

It was pink! So much pink in fact that it was almost blinding! It covered everything from floor to ceiling! Disgusting! He had never seen so much of it in his entire afterlife! Seriously! Who in their right mind would paint... everything such a nauseating colour?

To top it all off, there were statues at the other end of the room. PIG statues. Giant ones. With mustaches. Curly ones.

Now, Tybalt was not really an artistic creature by nature, but maaan! If he ever found the artist responsible for making those, he was gonna' have to convince him to choose another career. They were awful!

"Think we got team Pig's room by mistake?" He asked with a slight grin, only for it to fade slightly when Ren turned around heading for the door again.

"Pfft! Don't tell me your giving up already?" He asked. Not that he could blame him. He seriously wanted to leave this room. It was going to make him go crazy. In fact, he swore he was already starting to hear voices!

Wait no. That was the pigs.

Wait.

What?

"Oh c'mon! Flying pigs maybe, but talking pigs?" Tybalt gave a disappointed sigh, waiting to see what the others made of this.

Pink.

Everything was pink, and despite the fact Gabrian had a distinct affinity for cute things, there was a line, and this room had clearly crossed it. Specially as his eyes landed on the guardian... pig statues. The guardian pig statues with mustaches; there was a moment's pause and then the nix grimaced very clearly, a hand reaching up to rub the bridge of his nose, "I swear to Jack, if those pigs get up and start dancing or singing, I'll scream bloody murder. This is like Christmas all over again with that horrible pink mecha," he lifted his hand off his eyes and peeked at the pigs; nope, they were still there.

In fact, they were not only just standing there; they seemed to be talking to them, asking them to chose a door. Before he could say another word, the griffon turned around, clearly objecting the whole charade and bumped into him. His arms instinctively came out to steady his friend, but his eyes never left the pigs until Ren spoke up again, "What? Me?" he looked down, almost bewildered, "While it's true I'm quite smart, not to mention logical," as well as modest, apparently, "This is far beyond the realm of intelligence, Ren. These statues remind me of that... 'One door leads to safety, the other leads to a horrible death - one of us lies, the other always tells the truth' puzzle I'd seen on skellyvision before," a pause, "But there, you're allowed to ask questions; here I'm not entirely sure whose telling the truth just from what they've said to us. You're asking me to make a wild guess, and last I checked I wasn't psychic."

That said, he turned towards Coralie, almost hoping the witch was indeed psychic and could figure this one out, "My mind can only come up with... wanting to take the right hand side door merely because it is 'right' and thus the 'right' choice," he rolled his eyes, clearly aware of how stupid the logic sounded, "Knowing my luck with fieldtrips, both doors will lead to a horrible death," he turned to Tybalt, "I don't wager you can cheat and check what's behind the wall or anything, could you?" his eyes slid up to the statues, "They didn't say anything about that."

"I never give up," said Ren, with as much dignity as humanly possible, despite the fact that they were standing in a room as pink as Alessa's skirts (except a much more sickening shade) and were looking at a pair of talking pig statues with mustaches. His eyes flitted towards Coralie - who's hat was...talking...

...why did Ren not remember that from their previous meeting.

But no matter - he was actually sort of entertained by the hat, since it added a lighthearted air to a situation that was otherwise frustrating and slightly irritating, since the riddle they had to answer was not even really a riddle and more like an obnoxious question.

"Dull indeed," Ren grumbled, in agreement with Cora. He eyed the cat on her shoulder as it reached out a paw to bat at Tybalt's arm, and stifled a smile when the ghost boil almost leapt away.

"Yes, you," he said, as he turned his attention back to Gabrian. "Which, by the way, you can add egotistical to your list as well - but I think you might be right when you say its not really intelligence. It's just a guessing game."

His tail flicked out, batting Gabrian's leg as Ren folded his arms across his chest, scrutinizing the two statues with an expression of great dislike. It wouldn't do them any good to just stand here and hem and haw for ages, but at the same time he did not want the horrible death to happen either. Their chances were split right down the middle, a fifty fifty odd that they would choose a good door.

Then he turned to the one person who had remained silent this entire time so far.

"Well, little brother?" he said. "What do you think?"

Gabrian's gaze slid to look at Coralie's cat, and before he knew what he was doing, the tall boil crouched down on the floor and attempted to lure the feline over with a soft sound and a small hand gesture. When he hand had been right about ready to reach the small creature, Tybalt spoke up and the demon turned his head to look at him, "Hmmm... true enough, though then again, I'm not sure it's cheating when you take into account that one fourth of the population in town has more or less the ability to do so. I'd wager they'd specifically point out we can't do that; it's less cheating and more... ahhh... making use of what we have at hand," his fingers attempted to reach the cat's head as he spoke, "Though then again, that's a good point you have there. Better be safe than sorry," that said, he shrugged.

His fingers passed through the cat's fur, and then he made an attempt at grabbing the feline in order to pick it up into his arms, "I don't recall a moment where I was particularly egotistical," a pause followed as he rose to his feet, the small cat crawdled in his arms, "At least not today anyhow; at least I didn't turn around at the sight of the err.... strangely mustached pigs, Turkey," he offered his friend a small smirk, trying to figure out what the griffin might've done if he'd been faced with the pink mecha.

It wasn't until Ren's tail batted against his leg that Gabrian startled out of his reverie and turned his gaze upon Jove, whom seemed to have chosen the right hand side door, "Well, it appears to me Jove here agrees with my astounding logic... or rather, lack-there-of, and has picked the Right door," pause and turned towards Coralie, all the while stroking his hand through the cat's fur like it was the most normal thing to do when stuck in a pink room, faced with mustached pigs, "What do you think, sweet thing? Do you want to toss a coin and leave it up to chance, or do you want to pick a door?" he was still very much in favor of the door on the right, though for no particular reason other than the one he'd mentioned earlier, amusingly enough.

Ren let his tail flick back and forth, first knocking again against Gabrian's leg, then switching sideways to curl around Jove's. The nix was standing with Cora's black cat looking as content as a kitten with a dish of milk. Rolling his eyes, he reached out and scratched Luka's head.

"You're such a girl," murmured Ren, giving Gabrian an amused look. Then he turned back to the little pig statues standing with their mustaches. He wasn't quite sure what was going to happen when they decided, but there was no use in just standing around and waiting.

"All right," Ren said, clapping his hands together. "The right door it is!"

There was absolute silence from the two pig statues over the duration of the group's discussion as they decided which of the two doors they thought would lead to the best outcome. The group may have made their way toward the doors, but the statues stood, well, like statues. They were unmoving from their positions by the doors, however, they had not been completely still as both of the pig statue mustaches seemed to lift off of the their face to curl and then uncurl.

Did you just see that? Wasn't that? What? It really was the cake topper.

It was at the same time that the right door opened as if on command. Perhaps it was the mustaches? How horrifying would that be? The students would probably never know what caused the door to open but what they would know is that what was behind the right door was so astonishing it was like you just walked into a wall. In fact, that's exactly what it was: a brick wall.

With it, there was a clicking noise from behind the other door. It seems it just locked from the other side! There is absolutely no way to open any of the doors from this room and you are now faced with the reality that you are stuck inside this room.

"Do you think they like painting?" The right statue chimed in.

"I think the walls could use another coat of pink." The other statue announced.

They looked at each other, and then they went silent again. There was no need for them exhaust themselves talking right away, after all, their new friends were stuck in there with them forever now since they couldn't open the doors from inside this room!