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We had only just arrived at the bottom of the stairs, when there was a loud bang that made the hairs on my arms shoot up. "The dinner!" Magenta yelled suddenly, dashing off down the hall and out of sight. I gave myself a minute to get my breath back, wandering what on Earth you could cook that would make a sound like that.

I hadn't yet seen the other three residents that Magenta had mentioned, and since this was now my home too I decided that I had every right to go and wander around. The elevator in the middle of the room caught my eye, and I climbed inside, sliding the grills shut with a clank. I pressed a random button, and braced myself as I went soaring upwards.

When the grills slid open again, I took a cautious step out into my new destination. The walls were made up of pink tiles, where somebody had scribbled formulas and lists with a red pen. The ceiling had been painted royal blue, and decorated with golden stars. There was a large red tank pushed up against the wall, but it was empty. This had to be some sort of lab.

"Euurgh!" A voice growled.

"What the hell?" I cried, spinning around to face the new comer.

A young man with golden hair, bright blue eyes and the best body I had ever seen stood before me. He wore nothing but a pair of shiny gold shorts and sneakers, giving me plenty of an eyeful. "Rocky" He told me in a stilted voice. Maybe he was foreign?

"Evie" I replied, offering my hand.

Rocky stared at it for a short while, but didn't actually touch it. I pulled my hand back, questioning his mental incompetence.

"Rocky? Oh Rocky!" A melodic voice trilled through the air.

I frowned, and only just noticed the whole in the wall as a girl my age crawled through it. She had the longest, curliest blonde hair I had ever seen, and a pretty Cherubic face. She wore a floral print dress that was way above the knee, a pair of white wool tights, and sparkling tap shoes. Everything about her screamed unique.

"There you are! Come on, you know you aren't allowed down here alone" She took Rocky's hand and started to walk away.

"Hi" I said quietly, wondering if the girl had even noticed me stood there.

"Hello. You must be Evie" The girl smiled, stopping.

"Yeah... Bracken?" I guessed.

"Mhmm" Bracken looked around the room with huge misty eyes, "You had better get out of here. Frank doesn't like people messing around in his lab" She warned.

I shrugged but followed her out nevertheless. "Is Frank some sort of professor?" I questioned as we descended back down in the elevator.

"Not really. He just does a lot of experiments. I suppose you could call him an inventor" Bracken slid the grills open and took a step out, "Not that its his brilliant mind behind it all" She added bitterly.

Riff Raff came out of one of the rooms, from which a cloud of pale smoke was wafting out of. He froze when he saw us, as though caught doing something he shouldn't have been doing. "Bracken... What're you doing?" He asked.

"Rocky went wondering again" Bracken explained, "Have you met Evie?" She gestured to me.

"Yes" Riff Raff looked at me for a second, then back to Bracken, "You had better go and help your mother with the dinner. I'll take Rocky to Frank" He instructed.

"Alright. See you at dinner" Bracken smiled at me and disappeared.

Riff Raff hobbled off with Rocky, and I walked quickly over to the door that he had just appeared from. I looked to make sure nobody was watching, and let myself in. The room was heavy with smoke, but it was fast disappearing out of the open window. Strange golden instruments were lying on plump cushions, and I suddenly felt very peaceful and happy. I settled down onto a large pillow on the floor and breathed in deeply. I was no stranger to bud, and this was some amazing stuff...

"And who the fuck are you?" The voice made me jump and I knocked one of the instruments off the table beside me.

Jumping up, I came face to face with the intruder. He also looked my age, or maybe a tad older? He had a striking resemblance to Frank, only he was more fresh looking, his beauty more potent. "Francesca" I declared.

He frowned at me, "You're the kid my dads fostering, right?" He asked, closing the door and picking up a flute like object. He stared to fill it with purple powder from an ornate golden box beside it.

Now he was more in my eyesight, I saw that Francesca dressed very differently from his father. He wore a pair of tight black jeans and white pumps, with an equally tight fitting band T-shirt. His own Afro wasn't as wild. He sat down and continued to eye me, sucking on the flute.

"Yeah. What is that?" I asked.

"Something we get imported from my fathers birth place" Francesca explained, "You want some?" He offered the flute to me.

"Sure" I took it from his hands and held it carefully in my fingers. It tasted sweet as it went down my throat.

The door flew open yet again, but it was only Bracken. "Dinners ready in five minutes, you had better put that done and get sober" She warned, gently taking away the flute and taking a puff herself. Francesca yawned and stretched.

"I've just come back from pizza with the guys. I might just go to bed" He announced.

"Magenta'll be offended. She made a special dinner to celebrate Evie's arrival" Bracken said.

We cleared the room of smoke and left for the dining room. When we arrived Frank was sat at the head of the table, with Columbia who was talking rapidly. Rocky was playing with his cutlery, and Frank snatched it out of his hands with annoyance. Francesca raised an eyebrow and took a seat. Bracken went off into an adjoining room.

"Sit, Evie. This dinner is in honour of you" Frank said, raising his wine glass to me.

"Erm, you didn't have to go through any trouble" I replied, taking a seat.

"Oh, it was no trouble. You're a very valued person here" Frank assured me, his eyes glittering in a way that I had already learnt not to trust.