[Paradisa, Paradisa, Paradisa. What ever are we going to do with you? Why, you are just asking to be messed with, somehow. Newt has had enough of your cute little pure ways, so therefore, he's decided to strike back.]
[WITH MOUSE TRAPS.]
[That's right. For now, on every square inch of the floor on the lobby is a mouse trap, loaded and ready for hurting. Newt is sitting on a chair in the middle of all of them, twirling his golden hat pin with a a very smug grin on his face.]
Hope you didn't like your lobby too much, Paradisa! Thought I decided to decorate it a bit. My, my, hope you don't hurt your toes or anything- that would be horrible, wouldn't it?
[And he tries his best to laugh evilly. Somebody sounds like they're having fun. And maybe not realizing that he's essentially stuck in the middle of them all. Oh Newt. When will you learn to have common sense?]
I hope you enjoy it. It would be a shame to let it all go to waste...
[ooc: Yep, Newt Pulsifer also has one of those nice
shards of darkness in him. And he thinks he's as cool as James Bond now and is going by the title of the Man With the Golden Pin. Somebody knock some sense into him. :I]