5th voodoo curse - locked to Iris

[beardonfire]

[LeChuck awoke with a start. Strange clothes, unfamiliar location... not again! Where did he end up now? A quick glance around reveals that Iris is in here with him. Well, not too far from Mayfield, then.Without sparing her a second thought, he leaves the bed and heads to the door. Which is locked.

He doesn't like the idea of being locked in a tiny room very much. He starts to tug on the doorknob, in hopes that applying enough force will break it somehow. He becomes more and more frantic as the door refuses to give way. Trapped in a landlocked town was bad enough. Trapped in a small room? That could very well drive him mad. And any bystander could tell it already was. He started muttering curses and slamming his shoulder into the door, which only succeeded in giving him a sore shoulder. He ignored it, because like hell was some dinky little door going to defeat him!

His increasingly angry shoving and cursing would likely be the first thing Iris heard if she awoke.]

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[knitbadsweaters.livejournal.com]

[Iris opened her eyes to the sounds of movement and LeChuck's angry voice. Wondering what was happening, she raised her head and nearly gasped to find that she was in a room she did not recognise.....what was this place? And why....was she wearing this really clingy dress?! It felt....really tight and uncomfortable.]

[beardonfire.livejournal.com]

Let me out or I'll feed yer gizzard to the GULLS!

[Apparently punching the door repeatedly was getting him nowhere, so he turns to grab something heavy to throw at it. It's then that he notices Iris is awake. Oh no what if she heard him- He puts on a cheesy smile and does his best to pretend he's not furious.]

Ah! Good morning! It seems we're in a bit of a pickle!

[knitbadsweaters.livejournal.com]

A.....pickle? [Well, Iris heard you punching so she is not completely convinced. However, she decides not to respond to that at the moment] What is this place?! Where are we?

[beardonfire.livejournal.com]

[He would be perfectly happy to forget that he was ever cursing at anything or anyone.]

Excellent question, my dear! It's rather lavishly decorated, and certainly not our home. Aha! I know! We've been kidnapped again and taken to another town! That must be it.

[knitbadsweaters.livejournal.com]

To another town?! But how...

Does that mean there's a way out?! [Of Mayfield, that is.]

[beardonfire.livejournal.com]

Brilliant deduction! If we've left Mayfield then there is certainly an exit!

There's just... one problem. [He turns to eye his new nemesis: the door.]