<div class="floatleft">(https://image.shutterstock.com/image-vector/man-silhouette-icon-question-mark-260nw-192704531.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>The Mayor<br/><strong>Location</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Time\Day</strong>1st December, just after midnight<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>All<br/><br/>The room was dark, the only light was a small desk lamp that sat beaming it's light onto a black old fashioned telephone, beyond the desk light and up into the night sky sat the moon big and round filling the sky. In a way the moon was being rather unhelpful it was the type of moon where shadows come alive where the mind plays tricks on a person? It was a howling moon that was certain if a person says so inclined. However the person with their back to the light of the moon did not wish to Noel and despite the moon's brightness the features of the person behind the ornate desk were cloaked in darkness. All that could be seen was a hand with nails painted red and sharpened with deadly accuracy.<br/><br/>The hand held the cradle of the phone and a voice spoke, deep masculine and yet alluringly attractive "That's right Miss Liddell I wish for you to take care of it? Don't worry I have seven of the very best helpers available. I'm sure they will be ...." there was a pause as eyes green as diamonds and surrounded by golden eyes shadow came into the light to stare intently at seven branch men who were all bound and tagged but still managed to mod vigorously non the less. "Delighted to help you!" the voice concluded before ending the call and dialing again " My dear Miss Waldeck, it's that time of year my dear! I simply must insist you help organise the winter festival!. You will?! Excellent!" another number dialled Mr Locksley! With your face and fashion on show alongside that darling Mr Deville who could refuse?! Be a dear and whisk up a storm with him."<br/><br/>Throughout the late night people were women from their sleep by the ringing of the telephone. Some people were kind and gracious and would have done their bit for the winter festival without the call such as the darling Ariel who's voice was from another world while others needed a little push...just a bit of a threat the mysterious mayor had had to practically threaten the owner of the Voodoo Lounge. "I have Friends on the other side as well"  she said after several tense moments. Still all was done and the dogs where turning to get everything underway. The last person upon their list was a very difficult man to get a hold of but something told them that Jafar wasn't very far away. "Your disguise does you credit Jafar. Had I not have seen Doc's head rolling earlier today I never would have known.,"