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[howigothired]

[It takes him a minute, but Foreman definitely notices when he wakes up in his room, and he's not alone. He frowns a bit, rolling over to see who's next to him, and his eyes widen slightly when he realizes it's -- ]

Remy?

[He blinks for a minute, trying to remember how drunk he would have had to have been to pass out, completely clothed, with

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[destructivetype]

[She would have woken up if it weren't for the sudden violent shaking of her arm back and forth. Oh, and there's the fact that cold metal kind of hurts. So she slowly lifts her head and sorry about that drool on your pillow, Foreman.]

What are you-

Foreman?

[howigothired]

[turns back to her with a slight sigh, dry in tone]

The castle decided to amuse itself and handcuff us together.

[destructivetype]

[Watch her expression go from shock to anger to annoyance within a few seconds and then she starts thinking.]

Any hope of finding a key?

[howigothired]

[shrugs] That's what I was trying, but no luck over here. Anything on that side of the bed?