I gotta have faith.

[up_off_thefloor]

It had been a really weird day.

Eric had been to a lot of weddings (mostly his mother's) and he was pretty sure they weren't supposed to be so, well…funereal. Oh, the wedding had been beautiful of course. Lily van der Woodsen-er, Lily Bass, now-wouldn't have anything less than a beautiful wedding. She had lots of practice, if nothing else. But

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[patriotqueen]

Guy didn't often visit the playground. He passed it, yes, and let it be what it was.

How different it was today.

The playground had suddenly been given a large disgustingly expensive looking table with food and drinks and completely unnecesary decoration. At it was one chair, with one confused looking young boy. "Did you just drop in?" Guy asked, his eyes looking over the table for an appropriate bottle.

[up_off_thefloor]

"Uh...I guess?" Confused was definitely accurate. "I mean, there wasn't a lot of dropping that I noticed, but--" He turned in a circle, surveying his surroundings before finishing quietly, "This is definitely not the Palace."

[patriotqueen]

An American accent, and a talk of a Palace; it sounded more typical than healthy. Guy arched an eyebrow as he walked along the table and took a glass. "How awful that you were brought to this place right in the middle of an evening dining with Royalty."

[up_off_thefloor]

"What?" Eric looked even more confused for a moment. "No." He laughed a little as he realized what the man meant. "The Palace hotel. My mom just got married, and..." And what? He didn't know what had happened, why he was here, where he even was.

[patriotqueen]

Guy rolled his eyes, as it seemed the boy was all-American and hence lacking every sense for sarcasm.

"And then you arrived here," he complemented as he found an open bottle of champagne. "A tropical island with a cruel sense of humour, who decided to drag you here, as it did to all of us. No, you are not mad, no, we are not the only ones and no, you don't get to leave at will."

[up_off_thefloor]

The man made all of this sound so...normal. As if this happened every day. "I'm beginning to feel like Alice," Eric muttered, picking up his champagne glass and taking a drink. He didn't really care if the other helped himself: it wasn't like he was going to drink the rest of the bottle.

[patriotqueen]

Guy took a good sip of champagne and grinned. "And I'm the Queen of Hearts. Welcome."

[up_off_thefloor]

Eric rolled his eyes, finding the stranger rather irritating in his casual treatment of the situation. "Right. Would you mind at least pointing me in the direction of the nearest police station, Your Majesty?" Maybe he could find someone that would be more helpful.

[patriotqueen]

"The nearest police station," Guy smiled and gave a short description of directions. "They can help you get 'started', as it were. And to move this table out of the way. This is a playground, after all."

[up_off_thefloor]

"Sorry about that," Eric muttered as he started away, eyeing the compound. "It wasn't exactly my choice."

[patriotqueen]

"It wasn't any of our choice," Guy assured. "It's a fucked up voodoo island, but I can see you'll be fine." He said it truthfully, but in essense it was an empty promise.