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Marcus blinked, "You're doing all this for a donut? You could have at least held out for a sandwich and a donut, or something better...." he said, helping the intern up. Why he was feeling sorry for the guy now, he didn't know, but seeing him starved and sad kinda pulled at his heart. Plus, this would be giving that demon Audio time to get free.

osnap, Scott's getting briiiibed! XD ...though I will lol greatly if Demy goes to a donut shop, fills a box with donuts, then takes the donuts out and leaves a crust or two to give Scott a box that smells like donuts, but has jack innit. 8D

Chef was about to reply to Spence before he recalled they had already been through that before. He shrugged, and focused on Chris. At least it wasn't hot. If it was and Chef pulled it out, Chris would have a smooth shave, and he knew Chris enough to know that he believed in 3 o'clock shadow or bust. "Hm, let's hope there isn't anyone in there, then," he said, offering to pick Chris up and carry him there. Poor distraught host!

I can throw her in again when it's my turn -- though keep in mind that I'm currently at work, and I believe next hour I'm going to be at a desk that's watched... so no chance of getting onto Gaia for me 'til the hour after next. ^^

Hehe, it's no worry Maru ^_^ I don't mind waiting, but someone does XD




Marcus looked between the two, then at the Audio tied to the tree, "Wait, you're a rockstar?" Honestly, first the squirt-gun wielding chef, the crybaby marshmallow-gooped wimp, the starving intern, and now a rockstar?

DUDE that is scary. xd Well, as long as he won't lace the donuts like Spence's special brownies... o3o

Chef scooped up the distraught host and rocked him for a bit, trying to soothe him as he walked towards the kitchen. Poor Chris. He was going to be like this for at least a week (if not more), and Chef would have to listen to it. 24-7. He really, really needed to by some aspirin before going back to camp, or send out a camera crew to get one. If he used an intern, the little brats would either take them for themselves or use the money to get a cab and flee the country. And guess who'd get to track them down? All though, that would be a nice vacation... but then he'd return to a worse for wear Chris. No, he'd better get it himself.

Opposite to where Chef, Chris, and Spence were came the loud slightly-off key singing of an audio no stranger to karaoke. She sang with confidence, familiar with the words... And currently she was in her own little world. "Whoa-oh whooa, whooa, whooa, whooah! It's got to be this way! Whoa-oh whoa, whooa, whooa, whooah! Note that shines on me!" Clariss sang, dancing her way to Marushii's office. In her hands she held a box that clinked and clank with each erratic movement of her dance, if it could be called that. Anyone that looked at her could see that her dance moves looked more like the jerking of a puppet on strings, and any moves she did happen to pull off were stolen from MTV.

When at last she made it to the room, Clariss juggled the box into one arm and reached out, pawing the door open before nudging it open with her foot. She stepped in and hummed along to her music, which came through loud and clear to those gathered in the room. Still oblivious to them, she made her way towards the tree and set the box down, standing straight to stretch.

"Oh! What are you doing there?!" She demanded, placing her hands on her hips at Demy. "Look, you've gone and tangled yourself in the tree! You ruined it! Though... Is that comfortable?" She asked, reaching out to poke the rockstar.



Whoops, gonna change desks. xO be back in an hour, 'less I have a superior-less circulation desk next. <_<;;;

Clariss' singing was drowned out by the repetition of two words in the little intern's mind. Jelly-filled. Casting a quick nervous glance at the door to be sure Chef wasn't there, he dashed over and quickly began undoing the knot in the lights.

"PFFT," Spence snorted as the odd pair left, one in the other's arms. What a pair of whack jobs. He glanced back at his phone, shoving it into his pocket angrily. When he got his hands on Demy.... Jumping up, he hurried off to find the little no show.

Chef hurried to the kitchen. What did his momma tell him, again? To boil lemons and -- no, that wasn't it. Once in the kitchen, Chef put the distraught host down and began digging in the cabinets. Mayonnaise was good for getting rid of sticky things, and -- peanut butter! Peanut butter smelled in his opinion.

After glancing at it, he put it back with a sigh. Damnit. Crunchy peanut butter wouldn't help him now, and he couldn't exactly fix Chris something to munch on while waiting, not with his hands stuck on his head like a guilty bank robber.

"Ah...?" Clariss tilted her head to one side, staring at the trapped demonic curiously. What did he -- oh. She reached up and began twisting part of her headphones, turning the music down so tha-- "Eeek!" She squeaked as Marcus hugged her, before dance-jerk-wiggling out of his grasp. "Oh! Hi! Sorry, I couldn't hear."

When Demy slid free of the tree, she looked at him. Unconsciously, she stepped back and skittered to one side so that Marcus was between them. "What's been happening?"