<strong>Marie, Moving from the Playground up to the Front Lobby, Leaving Kissinger ... For the Moment </strong><br/><br/>"What did you do? You played one of my favorite songs, silly boy," Marie said with a smile. She gave Kissinger a soft kiss on the forehead. "I thought you knew that. And yes, we probably need to play a duet of some kind, later tonight. Perhaps after Lee Chang formally welcomes everyone?"<br/><br/>"And if you want to see what I do with the watermelon, well ..." Marie gave her shapely derriere a saucy little shake and grind, before heading away from the piano. "My quarters, perhaps. Or yours. Or you can see if you can ferret that out of my darling Roxanne or Charlotte, they've seen the act before."<br/><br/>"Until then ..."<br/><br/>She headed to the stairs, going up to the front lobby.<br/><br/>Marie heard Kissinger's song - she knew it, but didn't particularly care for it. Not that it wasn't a good song, and Kissinger certainly played - and sang - the tune quite well. Extraordinarily well, as a matter of fact. But it was a little somber for her tastes. She hoped for a song quite merry, instead. And mad. Oh, definitely mad.<br/><br/>So she sang softly, under her breath, as she vaulted the stairs two at a time.<br/><br/><em>Oh, there's no earthly way of knowing<br/>Which direction we are going, <br/>There's no knowing where we're rowing,<br/>Or which way the river's flowing,<br/>Is it raining?<br/>Is it snowing?<br/>Is a hurricane a-blowing?<br/><br/>Not a speck of light is showing<br/>so the danger must be growing,<br/>Are the fires of hell a-glowing?<br/>Is the grisly reaper mowing?<br/>Yes! The danger must be growing<br/>For the rowers keep on rowing,<br/>And they're certainly not showing<br/>any signs that they are slowing!</em><br/><br/>Giggling madly, she entered the Lobby in search of Tom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89490.msg3979450#msg3979450), making sure everything upstairs was running as smoothly as it was in the Playground.