[For Denzel Crocker] Oh, what a tangled web *I* wove...

[blackjewelledmale]

One morning, three days after his peculiar encounter with a peculiar but kindly older man, Crocker might awaken to find a parchment envelope slipped under his door, written on it in a neat if spidery hand:

Greetings, Master Crocker,

I promised I would show you something marvelous: if you go up to the third floor corridor, you will find a large red wardrobe standing against one wall. Open the doors and step through, and you will find the answer to your request.

S.

If Denzel follows the instructions, he'll find himself looking at a tall, ornate cabinet...

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[pointdexter62.livejournal.com]

Denzel flips out and falls out and falls off the unicorn, "OW! Since when do unicorns speak? ... And in a familair voice." Staring into your eye.

[blackjewelmale.livejournal.com]

The form of the unicorn may flicker, and then Saetan is just suddenly *there*, kneeling before Denzel, smiling at him as if this is the biggest and yet most affectionate prank ever. "It was I, all this time," he says. "But we can walk the rest of the way, if you prefer."

[pointdexter62.livejournal.com]

Denzel jumps a bit, one would think after all of this time in his world he'd be use to this by now but no, he's still high strong, "WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT?! Trying to make me think I'm crazy, which I am but that's besides the point..." There's a pause, "It is impressive you're able to do that. I'd rather walk, don't really know how to ride a unicorn... Where are we anyways?"

[blackjewelmale.livejournal.com]

"It's no more difficult than riding a horse, though my daughter could tell you more, since she had several friends who were unicorns," he says, gazing across the valley. "This place is meant to look like a place I'd read about in a series of books by a gentleman named C. S. Lewis. But as to *where* we are, I bent a pocket of space and substance, using a spell which we call a web."