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She hadn't wanted it to come down to this. She hadn't wanted to pull out the big guns, to cause trouble for anyone - especially not for Kibby, who seemed to have a really weird fondness for the Queen... but drastic times called for drastic measures.

Lovejoy knew what she had to do.

It hadn't been hard, snatching a crystal. They were everywhere, after all - people ate them, for goodness sakes!

Finding fabric from the Queen's attire, though, that had been a little more tricky. A little tear here, a little tear there and Kibi wouldn't even know that LJ had swiped some of the cloth from one of the gowns in the closet (oh gods, she hoped it was the Queen's, at least...).

Secluding herself to a corner of one of the vacant rooms in the castle (because doing it in her own room would clearly look suspicious to her roommate), it had taken all of ten minutes to fasten together a makeshift voodoo doll, though the resemblance to the Queen was.. questionable, at best.

But that didn't matter. All that mattered was finding a way home, where her bed and dinner was surely waiting her.

Desperate times called for desperate measures.

She was so caught up in her crafting that she hadn't heard any noise coming from the bathroom, not until a voice called out, clearly addressing her. The sound that came out of Lovejoy was nothing short of a squeak, the teenager clearly startled by the sudden question.

Oh gods, she hadn't checked the bathroom to see if there was anyone actually in the room - she'd simply judged by the immaculate state that no one had bothered to occupy it... darn those crystal servants, darn them and their cleaning skills.

"It's... not my room," she said cautiously, as if trying to make sense of it all in her own noggin, "So... it's the right room. Because I don't need to be in my room to be doing this."

Her hands rose and she displayed her project, as if any and everyone who saw it should automatically know what she was making.

"I'm Lovejoy. Or LJ, if it's easier."

Dark eyes returned to her shoddy excuse for a doll, fingers trying to tie strings together to make it look more presentable. What should she do first? Crack its head off? Snap the crystal in half? Could she crack it in half, even?

She didn't want to torture the seemingly innocent Queen, especially if she was truly innocent... something quick and fast would do the trick, yep.

"Kissling," she reiterated the name as if attempting to store it in her memory banks for later usage. If she was lucky, she'd remember her own name by the time everything is said and done. "I'd say it was nice to meet you, but under the circumstances..."

She paused.

"Well, I guess it's still nice to meet you, I just wish it was under better circumstances!"

Nodding her head, the white haired senshi got back to her task. Legs crossed themselves as her eyes squinted and fingertips went to work. If only she had her tools with her, this would have been so much easier! Ugh - just a little bit more... there!

Her concentration was thrown off when Kissling started asking her about the doll. Whoops. Guess it didn't look as much like a voodoo doll as she'd hoped it would.

"No I don't like crystals," she scoffed, almost offended, "I used to think they were cool, until that's all there was to eat. Just a bunch of mysterious crystals and not a french fry in sight."

She'd even eat a cold, stale fry at this point.

"It's... kind of a gift. For me. Or you," Gesturing towards the senshi in pink, she offered a smile. "You wanna get out of here too, dontcha Kissy?"

"Kissy, Kissy..." her tongue clucked as she shook her head. One hand moved up to tug the other senshi down to her level as her voice lowered, as if she were confiding a secret with her new companion. "Haven't you ever read any fairytale books? Horror stories? Beautiful castles are never just beautiful castles. There's always something dark lurking around."

Setting the doll in her lap, she started counting off on her fingers. "Dragons. Monsters. Ghosts. Witches. Vampires. The list goes on and on - it may feel like a dream, but there's always a catch."

And LJ simply hadn't found the catch yet.

Attention returned to her doll and she glanced down at the pitiful looking thing.

"Kissy - can you keep a secret?"

"You'd be amazed at what could be lurking around any corner," she whispered, eyes darting around like the crazy person she apparently had become. True, she hadn't seen any vampires or dragons roaming the hallways but that didn't mean that they couldn't be there, somewhere. Or, gods forbid, doppelgangers running around sharing the faces of those she knew!

His questions gave her pause as she tilted her head. Yes, they did have magic... or at least she supposed they still had magic. But were they technically witches if they only knew one or two spells that didn't tend to differentiate?

"I only know one, so I don't think I qualify for witchhood," she muttered, sounding actually rather disappointed at the concept. Kissypoo here had a point about being subjected to the lack of tasty food, but she didn't think that was exactly a punishment. No, the punishment probably came when crystals started sprouting out of people's limbs as a result from eating too many. Crystal monsters, even.

"I'm making a voodoo doll," she finally explained, shoving the creation into the boy's hands. "See? Doesn't it look like the Queen, sort of??"

Hey, Kissy didn't have such a bad idea - LJ bet she could convince someone else that she was a witch.... but as fun as it sounded, it didn't really help her out. Not now, not when she needed math homework to do itself or the snooty girl at school to get a bad case of the acne.

Nope, pretending was fun and games but it didn't help.

The boy seemed genuinely shocked at her revelation, causing the teenager's eyebrows to furrow. "Why wouldn't I want to do that?"

One hand rose and her fingers moved, as if assisting in her explanation. "If the Queen knows of a way to get us out and she's not telling, we gotta figure out a way to make her tell. I'm not saying we stick pins and all that nonsense in her, y'know, torture wise..."

She paused, then looked harder at the boy.

".... unless you have some pins on you, Kissy?"

She frowned, clearly sulking from what the older senshi had to say.

Deep inside, she assumed he was right anyways - crystal was a booger and a half to break, so trying to stab things into it would prove fruitless. Even if she had been able to snap the crystal in half, who was to say that it would even work, since she lacked any real hair or skin from the person in question?

"Yeah, yeah," she muttered, sounding more defeated than anything else. The hand on her shoulder received a pitying pat in return, dark eyes turning to look at the pink clad young man as she sighed. "I guess if we are destined to die here that it'll be pretty epic, huh?"

Pushing down with both hands, the teenager slowly rose up from the carpet she'd dedicated as her sitting space for the past few minutes. It hadn't struck her until just then that she was still occupying an already claimed room and Kissy was probably in preference to having not-strangers taking up space in his room. Right. Right.

"Anyone can die, Kissington," she pointed out, moving to offer her hand to the young man she'd tugged down to the ground only minutes earlier, "It's all about going out with a bang. With a good story. No one wants to be known as the kid who got hit by a bus or died choking on a cracker or something."

Eyes glanced down at the doll in his grip. Maybe the guy was right, maybe the doll wasn't the right way to go about things. She'd have to think harder, deeper, better.

"Keep the doll, Kissaroo. I'll figure something else out, just you wait and see."

Nodding her head to no one or nothing in particular, she twirled around, skirt whooshing in the process as black boots made their way out of the other senshi's room.