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“It’s all very well,” muttered the red-headed writer (aka la Raconteuse), as she continued to stare at the wonderful vista for a while, then turned to little Moxie, and said, “it’s not real, is it… there’s no ocean by the roof top garden, it can’t be that.”

“Aha, you’re right,” as Moxie began to do a couple of pirouettes, then said: “I’ll show you another place instead; we’ll go back to the usual dumbwaiter, I just need to find a particular vestibule, and then we’ll walk to a larger room, it’s called The Blue Room.”

So, la Raconteuse did as she was told, although she was almost desperate to get her big bag back, since she needed to write all these strange things down.

“Here we are, we’ve made it,” grinned Moxie, “you’re going to like this immensely… come on, you can look at all these excellent objects and even people and animals; and I’m going to run a quick victory lap to show how happy I am.”

It was alluring and also weird – there were three fat ladies who would dance with a moment’s notice, lifting up their thunder thighs and doing their can-can several times; then further over la Raconteuse saw a huge snake, and said, “wow, that looks dangerous?” – “nah, that’s Daisy,” grinned Moxie, “she’s a pussy cat, and not venomous, by the way.”

“All very interesting,” said la Raconteuse to Moxie, “but I really want to go back to Room 215, and kind of now.”

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“So who’s overseeing this place now, eh?” muttered the red-headed writer (aka la Raconteuse) since it was now rather busy in the Room 215, as she looked across to the tall, thin man, then to that small strange four-foot bellhop, all so known as a dumbwaiter, and then to the sweet sprite; plus two made-up people who had just arrived from the closet and now were sitting at two rather nice wingback armchairs.

“Aha, Frank, how lovely to see you,” grinned la Raconteuse, “it’s definitely a crowd now; but, sorry, it seems that I need to follow that little sprite, and I must remember she’s called Moxie, not Honeybun, it seems that she has a plan for me.”

“Come on, be quick,” said Moxie to la Raconteuse, as she pointed to that wonderful clockwork machine, “see, the time… the six bells by the owls will chime very noisily.”

Moxie jumped across several shelves, then scampered down to the floor, while la Raconteuse watched her, then both of them looked at each other, grinned, then stepped across to the closet, since it was free at that time.

La Raconteuse pouted and said: “I have to get into that contraption… really?” – “you can definitely do this,” said Moxie, as she jumped up; “I’m pulling it down again, and all you need to do is sit in it, since it’s a dumbwaiter, and the usual kind.”

So both went up, “what a vista,’ grinned la Raconteuse, “I can see the ocean from here!”

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“I need to charge my phone,” said the red-headed writer (aka la Raconteuse); “if for some reason that strange door would not open for our friends outside, I will be able to talk to them at least, unless you have yours,” as she looked up to the tall, thin man… “well, do you have yours, your phone?”

But the tall, thin man had not commented about that, he had other thoughts about things, like that four-foot bellhop.

So, la Raconteuse had decided to move a little further away, since she still found that very short person, or whatever he was, was rather hostile she felt.

La Raconteuse put her charger on, and then put both of them by one of the shelves, it was the one with the excellent many clocks and stuff; it was lucky, she thought to herself, that she hadn’t left the charger at home, since she often did.

She continued to look at that large steampunk clockwork machine, it was so interesting, but then she suddenly saw a rather tiny… what? a fairy perhaps? but certainly a little female person and it, sorry, she, was moving quite quickly as she was pirouetting along the clocks.

La Raconteuse peered at the little person, and then a moment later the pirouetting stopped, and the tiny person peered back at her, and said: “my name is Honeybun, and I am a sprite, by the way, and also I don’t like my name, I prefer to be called Moxie…so there.”

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