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Melvin frowned at the cat. "We can wash the cat too." He didn't seem too excited about that part, but was all for cleaning Jerry. He followed along before he stopped, found a place he was sure no one would take it, and hid his blue blanket.

Once it was stored, he followed after Tracey and Mass. "I can shave him if he needs it." Melvin volunteered.

Tracey gave Candace a forlorn look. "Yes. I know. Shame isn't it? He likes being under water though so I'm sure I'll have the sheer joy of bathing him a second time." She didn't look too thrilled about the prospects though.

Melvin got a bright smile. "Though I think that might improve him considerably, I'm not sure that would go down so well."

"Lets get him to a shower regardless."

Concetta flounced back in, running her long nailed hand through freshly blow-dried locks. She was now sporting a deep blue velour jogging suit that was too tight to actually be used for jogging.

"Only thing I found out is that they got a really good competitor for World's Deadliest Gardens." Cee glanced behind her as Snap joined them all as well. The green lipped woman was still silent in her black suit, hat and glasses. She was stony as ever.

"Got a little bitta miasma though." She shrugged nonshalantly and sauntered to the bar.

Serafina's eyes turned to Harrison as soon as he entered the room.

He did not seem happy. What had happened? Where had he gone? Serafina pulled at her collar, unbuttoning a button as if his very presence and anger was making the room warmer, before pondering. Should she say her piece? ... Of course she should. While she mostly preferred to speak in private, and not spread her information around, they didn't have that kind of luxury anymore. They were all fighting for their lives here, and she desperately needed to make sure she properly fought for her life. Even if that meant admitting to her theories, her reasonings, and what she had seen down in that cave.

She separated from her counter and approached Harrison, bowing her head as a show of respect.

"As you may or may not have heard, the Tower actually collapsed once... something happened. I do not know what happened, though I am wondering if it was related to the strange math riddle I did not get the chance to finish, lined on the floors on every bunch of floors." Honestly, she would have paid more attention to the math riddle if she wasn't busy dying from that damn torturous tower of suffering. "But we ended up in an underground lake that was underneath the Tower. It seemed like it had been there the entire time. There was a King chalice sitting on the bottom of the lake, and a silvery gate towards one side of the cave, swirls in it that reflected nothing." She bit down on her lip. "No one could figure out if it led anywhere, and I'm not sure if it did, though there was ... something that happened over there. I didn't focus on over there. Hopefully, one of our guys were."

Serafina paused, before continuing on, straightening her back and looking into her King's eyes confidently.

"I concentrated on the wall, where there were runes of the Kingdoms. Only seven, though. It was as if the eighth kingdom did not even exist, or perhaps ... never had, really, in the ancient runes at least. The woman next to me had an odd suggestion that might have some merit--she suggested that, perhaps, the eighth kingdom was once all kingdoms. Perhaps the eighth kingdom is what is remaining of the legends, or ... was what was left of the legends, able to merge into any kingdom and yet stay as their own as well without needing a particular allegiance to any of the seven."

Despite her own eternal hesitance at offering what might have seemed to be such a wild theory, she knew there was merit to it, and she could feel herself able to back it up. If she could back it up, it was worth consideration. She wasn't sure where the Silver Kingdom's adaptability due to having been the original King's Kingdom come into play, but if it ever did, it was important information. Anything was something they could work with.

"There was then a voice that talked to all of us, before the room was overwhelmed with miasma crystals that seemed to threaten to consume us lest we escape. But the voice spoke of the seven kingdoms--that is, blue, white, green, violet, gold, black, and red." Could she remember the relics the voice spoke of? She bit her lip. "We had a weapon, to represent protection. It was formed from the purest light, it claimed. Each kingdom had something, a relic, which once belonged to the Great King that united us all, that True King the Voice is so insistent that we return to. There was an amulet of power, a fountain made of pure water, and... I remember everything was very pure, whether it be a destructive item or a constructive item, perhaps implying that the True King was the ultimate in power."

Was there anything else she could think of? Serafina pondered for a moment, looking down to her feet, before looking up at Harrison once again, nodding her head. "The water in the lake drained after that voice talked. That is ... all I can recall, sir." She nodded her head once again, bowing it in respect, before heading back to the bar and her long island iced tea.

Tracey led the way along the hallways to one of the staff showers. It was nowhere near as fancy as the penthouse showers, but for someone as muddy as Jerry, it would do. She gave Mass a solemn look and pointed at the tiled floor. "Stay."

He looked baffled but stayed put anyway.

"Ok Melvin, you get him started, just, I don't know, spray him with hot water or something till he's presentable. Minimal shaving. I will go pick up some clean clothes for him. If you get Mass clean, its a bonus." She left with her usual brisk pace.

Mass wondered if Melvin had more hot dogs.

Olivia watched, having not moved a muscle since she arrived back. Everyone was moving, even those who were tired. Showers, drinks, blankets, changes of clothing and even just a moment to sit. All of them were tempting to her, she hadn't had any rest since she had gotten to Blue in the first place and about the only time she had sat was when she was picking flowers.

But, she had no idea how to ask for anything, she wasn't really at all assertive. She was tempted to ask Roar, but she didn't know where he was, or Candace ... but she seemed busy. Olivia nibbled on her bottom lip a little and debated her options, scanning around the room. Well, there was the the winged boy from Silver ... who didn't seem so winged anymore in his new attire. Did he convert as well, just as the other Silver girl? Huh.

He was an option though and made her way over to him, minding not to make herself look really too obvious as reports were being given. Hopefully she wasn't interrupting anything for any of them. "H-hey," she greeted with a soft smile.

While he was speaking with Jordon, a little presence suddenly appeared by his arm. “oh hey.” He smiled at her. If she looked closely she could see his horns as he turned his head to look at her. She looked like she was holding up ok, but she clearly hadn’t converted yet. He wondered if it would be better for her to make the conversion, she seemed lost. “I’m selling information; perhaps you can get in on the deal… or convert. Time is running out, we’ll have to make decisions soon.”

She heard Rep's voice and perked up. Finally! Someone she could cry to and would understand her. Po was great and all but she just didn't get it; her suit had been ruined and she hadn't so much as bat an eye, changing into a t-shirt and sweats with sneakers for their return. Sigh. Pouting her lips, Candace snuck up behind Rep and sliding her arms up his shoulders until she could wrap them around his neck and pull herself up, giving a mournful whine. "Reeeeeeeep. The tower ruined my favorite dress and shoes." She clung to him like a sad child, nuzzling him with her cheek. "Your suit seems to have fared well."