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[Teresa's been in Paradisa long enough to expect something on Valentine's Day, but she didn't expect to go from walking around in the woods to suddenly standing in a room.

... a very pink and rose-smelling room. HEARTS. There are hearts everywhere, and Teresa can only blink for a moment. It's so saturated it--wait, this isn't her room, is it?

And then she notices that she's not alone.

She sees what you're doing, castle. SHE SEES.]

No.

[She's already turning around and heading for the door.]

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[Oh yes. Geoff sprawls himself across the heart-shaped bed, a grin on his face. At least someone's happy.]

My dear Teresa. Whatever is the matter?

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[Sorry, she's busy trying to open the door. She's putting her strength into turning the handle, pressing her shoulder into the door... but no go.

She thought as much.

Fuck you too, Paradisa.]

We're trapped.

[He sighs and sits up, leaping off the bed. He walks over to the door and tries the handle. ~~Because, you know, a lady who picked you up can't handle a door, Geoff.~~ He frowns and jiggles the handle.

Oh, well. That's life. He shrugs, strolling over to a table. He picks up some rose petals and sifts them through his fingers.]

Saint Valentine's Day. The castle's really outdone itself.

[She watches him go about, very unimpressed.]

I thought that wasn't for a few days. [She sighs and weighs her options. What to do...]

As did I.

Well, we might as well have our own fun. We could play a game, watch the television, make sweet love...

[Geoff is obviously joking, a cheeky grin on his face.]

We'd better not be in this room for days.

[Teresa actually looks alarmed. So alarmed she doesn't process Chaucer trying to be cute B( ]

[Chaucer's grin slides off his face like ice cream sliding off a cone. He would be sulking that she wasn't paying attention to him more if she didn't look so alarmed. He walks over to her.]

For days? What's wrong? Why's that so bad?

[There are only a few people she can handle in large doses, and Chaucer is not one of them.]

It's not a good thing. You can't be that happy about this situation.

[Looking for her journal...]

[There is now a wound in his overdramatic heart. His face is all disappointment and devastation for a few seconds, until he tries to collect himself.]

...Right.

What are you looking for?

[Aha. There it is. Teresa lifts her journal.] This.

I want to make sure it's not just us.

[She sits on the edge of the hideous bed. Flip flip flip. Oh, good. Other people are stuck, too. She shuts the journal before the noises get too annoying.]

That's something, I suppose.

[Geoffrey hesitates, then walks over and takes a seat next to her. He was a bit curious about the journal, but she shut it too quickly. He wonders faintly where his is, but he doesn't feel like searching for it.]

Er...yes. That's something.

...So what are we going to do?

[She won't bite. Looking at him, she shrugs.]

I don't know.

[A smile returns to his face.]

Well, you're helpful, aren't you?

Are you hungry or thirsty? We could wish something up. Or we could play some sort of game.

I suppose I could eat. [It's been a few days, and she might as well pass the time... she sure hopes the ghosts are still serving them, otherwise Chaucer's going to have to starve.]

We'll have time for more games than we'd like, I'm sure.

Mmm...I'm sure we will. [Congratulations. Flirty!Chaucer is back.

Knock-knock. Here are some ghosts serving a delicious gourmet meal for two. Those will just be set on a little table decorated with hearts and roses. There you go, Teresa! Chaucer wanders over to the table.]

[Ultimately, she prefers flirty over sad and depressed. :'(

Teresa sits, flicking rose petals off her side of the table.]

The disgusting thing is that somewhere, in some world, people enjoy this.

[Chaucer was going to pull out the chair for her, so he stands a little stupidly on his side for a second. He sits down quickly. He pauses, looking at Teresa with a baffled expression.]

What? Enjoy what?

The blinding colors and the hearts. It's ridiculous.

[Grins.] And you find it disgusting? That's a bit harsh. Who are you to deny people a little bit of pleasure? It may be a tad silly, yes, but who can judge people in love?

I'm not fond of it when it's forced upon me.

Well... just try to ignore all this shit.

[He scoops up a bunch of rose petals and throws them off to the side.]

And we'll make the best of it and have an enjoyable time.

At the very least, you'll try. [She's expecting her entertainment to come from his failures.]

I always try to make every event enjoyable. I do aim to please.

[Raises his glass to her.] Here's to our stay.

To our stay. [Said with a small sigh. She raises her glass, but doesn't take a drink.]

I take it that loss of yours is over?

[He takes a big swig of the wine and smiles triumphantly.]

Over and done with, thank God. I don't know how long I could have lasted.