Sure! Everyone ready to try to get out of the Caprice?

Mike: Yes!

Peter: I'm scared! :o

Davy: I am! :P

Micky: Definitely. :P

(We open in a dark, bare room. It's damp and moldy; there's little furniture beyond a rickety table, two chairs, some rusted tools, and a huge boiler. Peter and Mike are both slumped in the chairs, unconscious. Peter's eyes begin to flutter first.)

Peter: Ooohhh, my head...

(Mike groans on the other side of Peter. He slowly pulls himself up on his elbows, then puts his head in his hands.)

Mike: Damn. Whatever hit me hit HARD. My head feels like it was run over by three busses.

Peter: *nods* I feel the same way. *pauses* Where are we?

Mike: (Looks around) I'm guessin' we're probably in the hotel's boiler room.

Peter: I don't like this, Michael. The vibes are even more horrible down here.

Mike: Pete, what's wrong with you? Ever since we came in here, you've been freakin' out!

Peter: It's this building! It's so...it's afraid and angry at the same time!

Mike: But how can that be?

Peter: It's afraid of being torn down or simply ignored. But it's mad that it even ended up in its current state. All it wanted was to help travelers. :(

Mike: I just... (sighs) ...I guess I can sorta relate, but I just don't understand how a buildin' can feel that way. Although, I probably wouldn't be if most of me were suddenly ignored after almost sixty years of catering to the upper classes of Southern California.

(wouldn't be happy either if most of me...)

Peter: It's such a shame, too! Michael... I really think we should buy the hotel, to make her happy again if nothing else.

Mike: I wanted to anyway. The nightclub's the swankiest place in town. I'd bet it would still make a mint if it were reopened...and would be a great place for us to play exclusively, like we used to at the Club Fairview.

Peter: That would be wonderful! *pauses* I wonder what happened to Micky and Davy?

Mike: If they put them together, we'll be lucky if they're still alive.

Peter: *frowns* All I know is there's something that doesn't quite feel right, but I can't put my finger on it. I'm not sure if it has to do with them or not.

Mike: Yeah, there's somethin' wrong all right. Mick almost killed me and hurt himself a month ago.

Peter: *shakes his head* I haven't felt any different vibes from Micky since you told me what happened.

Mike: I dunno. He's always been weird. Maybe he just decided to pick me to let it all go on.

Peter: *frowns again* His aura still looks the same as well, but he's never tried to hurt any of us before. Micky always take the role of peace keeper any time there's an argument and he doesn't tend to hold grudges. *sighs* I wish I'd been there that night.

Mike: No, you don't. He might have turned on you, too. I don't know what got into that boy. We weren't doing anything we don't usually do.

Peter: Maybe, but I could've seen his aura then. It would be easier to figure out what was wrong with him.

Mike: (Gets shakily to his feet) We've gotta find a way outta here. (Puts a hand on his stomach) I've got the warnin' signs.

Peter: *nods* I do, too. *stands*

*Alex appears in a black light. He appears to be favoring his left shoulder.*

Peter: Alex!

Mike: (Growls) You son of a bitch! (He concentrates...or tries to, but only ends up holding his head) Ow. Man, what's wrong with my head?

Alex: This hotel apparently has some occult magic built into it.

Peter: Occult magic!?

Alex: *holds his shoulder* Yeah. It doesn't like your powers, so when you try to use them, you're gonna get a headache.

Mike: Swell. What did you guys do to the Caprice?

Alex: We didn't do anything to it. It started out this way. That's why I like this hotel.

Mike: It...what? It's been here sixty years like this?

Alex: *rotates his shoulder and winces* Of course. You know who designed this place?

Mike: One of your relatives?

Alex: *shakes his head* I can only wish. But you do know his work. He created the Hotel California as well.

Peter: *whimpers* Oh dear.

Mike: Shit. I knew there was somethin' familiar about the California's lobby.

Alex: *evil grin, though he winces again* There's something else familiar here.

Mike: I'm almost afraid to ask what.

(Mike steps protectively in front of Peter, putting one hand out in front of him.)

Alex: *smirks* Afraid I might have something in mind, Knight?

Mike: The last time you got your hands on either of us, you tied me to a carriage and tried to blow Pete to hell and gone.

Alex: You got a mind like a steel trap, you know that, Knight? *winces, rolling his shoulder again*

Mike: Yeah, well, you don't forget shit like that.

(Mike stays in front of Peter, one fist curled and raised.)

Alex: *snorts* I'm really afraid, Knight.

Peter: You may not be afraid, Alex, but you are hurting.

Mike: You will be if you gotta eat my fist, 'cause we feel just fine.

Alex: I have no intentions of getting hurt more than I am already. I have a better idea.

Mike: (Clenches fist harder) Alex...

Alex: I need to know a few things about this hotel, and since the Bard can gets its vibes...

Peter: No!

Mike: You ain't goin' near him!

Alex: I want control over this damn hotel, and I wanna find out if I can work with it! *moves closer* Step aside, Knight...

Mike: Nothin' doin', Alex.

Alex: *comes face to face with Mike* Move.

Mike: (Smirks) Ok, Alex. (He moves...and slams Alex in the back with both of his fists when he goes towards Peter)

*Alex actually cries out. He was already sore where Mike hit him from hitting the bookshelf earlier!*

Alex: *growls, wincing* Dammit, Knight...

Mike: Pete, come on! (He runs for the door...but no matter how hard he and Peter try, the door is locked.)

Alex: You seriously couldn't think I'd leave that door unlocked.

Mike: (Slams on the door, then tries to jiggle at it with a wire that was on a shelf) Come on, baby, open for Papa Wolf...

Alex: *grins as he pulls out a syringe* Look at what I've got here!

Peter: Michael!

*Alex moves closer, needle poised.*

Mike: (Jiggles the wire harder) Come on, man! This always works for Em!

*Alex moves quickly, shoving Peter aside. He jabs the needle into Mike's arm and drains it.*

Peter: Michael!

(Mike collapses to the floor, his eyes unfocused.)

Mike: (Holding his arm and groaning) Maaaannn...

*Alex drags Mike over next to the wall. Chains appear over Mike in a black light.*

Alex: That should keep him out of my way. *Turns to Peter* Now...

Peter: (Pulls back) Alex, stay away...

Alex: Now, dear Bard, I need a little help.

Peter: Alex, the building doesn't want us here. I think it's gone crazy!

Alex: Meh. I don't buy that. This place has wonderfully evil powers. Is there any chance this building could be controlled? What vibes are you feeling?

Peter: It's angry...and sad...

Alex: I KNOW that!

(Mike shakes his head, his eyelids heavy and his expression vaguely dazed.)

Peter: It thinks it's been abandoned and ignored, except for the nightclub and ballroom.

Alex: Abandoned...please. *grins* Now, Bard, I need an aura update.

Peter: Your aura is blacker than black. The only person who has a darker aura than you is Sheila.

Alex: Not mine! *grabs Peter and pushes him against the wall* The building's aura!

Peter: (Gasps) Ow! It stung me!

Alex: Interesting. Anything else?

Peter: It's...god, I think it IS crazy! It's doesn't want people here anymore! It thinks we all hate it, like we hated it's creator! I think...I think it's alive!

Alex: Perfect. Now, I'm afraid, Bard... *pulls out another syringe* it's your turn.

Peter: (Screams) NO!

(Peter and Alex look up as the door suddenly blows open. Two women in red spandex suits with large "M"s on their chests and black skirts, capes, and eye masks enter. Peter grins when he sees them. Mike lulls his head to one side and sort-of-smiles.)

Peter: Girls! :D

Daphne: Looks like we showed up just in time!

Valerie: We are the MonkeeWomen, and we will NOT let you harm our men any further! In the name of the Guardians of the Light, we shall punish you, wrongdoer! (Turns to her fellow MonkeeWoman) How did that sound, Daph?

Daphne: I'm so jealous that you got to say that.

Alex: *rolls his eyes* Oh brother.

Valerie: You can do it next time. (Goes to Alex and yanks him bodily off of Peter) So, what should we do with him? (Grabs the syringe) And this nasty thing?

Daphne: We could give him a taste of his own medicine.

Valerie: Do you want to go first, or shall I?

Peter: Maybe we should take him outside. (Shudders) Michael needs the fresh air, and I don't want to hang around in here any longer than necessary.

Daphne: *nods* Let’s go out. All of us who want a piece of him can take the chance.

*Alex growls.*

Peter: We have to get back in as soon as we can and get Micky and Davy, though! I need to tell you girls something!

Valerie: Tell us when we're outside, Peter. We have things to tell you, too. (Concentrates. There's a dark blue light, and the two women and three men are in the hotel's lobby. Mike is no longer in chains. Peter takes his arm before he can slump to the floor.)

Valerie: (Still holding Alex by his collar) Would you like to handle him first, Huntress?

Daphne: *grins* Could I?

Valerie: By all means.

Alex: I doubt your definition of handle is the same as mine.

Valerie: Now, now, Alex. (Shakes him a bit) Can't you get your mind out of the gutter for five seconds?

Alex: Why? It's no fun getting out of the gutter.

Daphne: I know how to fix that! *suddenly knees Alex in his most sensitive spot. He crumbles down to his knees, moaning*

Valerie: I prefer to go higher. (Concentrates. There's a black light around Alex's head. When it subsides, he's bald) Much better.

*Alex screams, feeling his head.*

Daphne: *laughs* That's a good look for you, Alex!

(Peter chuckles. Mike smiles a little.)

Valerie: And you know what, while we're at it... (She runs a finger across his throat) There. Serves you right for all the times you've done it to US! Besides, your scream almost broke my ear drum.

*Alex mouths a trade! He appears to be mouthing a mile a minute, and he's going so fast, his lips can't be read.*

Valerie: Just as well. If we could understand what he was saying, it would all be censored anyway.

Daphne: No kidding.

*Alex finally ends his trade, sticks his tongue out. He disappears in a black light.*

Valerie: Damn it! Next time, we muddle him before we attack.

Daphne: Yeah.

Peter: I'm worried about Micky and Davy (gently pushes Mike back to his feet again) but whatever Alex gave Mike really zapped him. He needs to get to Em.

Mike: (Slightly slurred) 'S ok, Pete, really...

Daphne: He looks more like he's drunk or something.

Peter: Alex gave him one of his weird drugs. He was going to do the same to me when you girls appeared.

Mike: I'm ok... (But he slumps a little again)

Peter: Michael, no, you're not.

Daphne: *shakes her head* Mike, you need to go to Em & have her fix you back up.

Mike: The guys...

Valerie: We'll continue to look for Micky and Davy and make sure they're ok, Mike. You guys take the MonkeeMobile home. I brought Rosemarie.

Daphne: Yeah, you guys go take care of yourselves. We'll find the others.

Valerie: (Gives Peter a kiss) We'll talk at home, honey.

Peter: All right...

Mike: No, we gotta help...

Peter: (Shakes his head) We're just going to go home, Michael. You need help right now, too.

Mike: No...

Valerie: And I know how to do it fast. (Dark blue light around Peter and Mike; they disappear) I imagined them into the MonkeeMobile.

Daphne: Good thinking, Val.

Valerie: Mike would have never left on his own, no matter what Alex gave him.

Daphne: He's too stubborn.

Valerie: Speaking of stubborn, let's see if we can find the other two. I hope they haven't hurt each other or the building.

Daphne: Me, too. I thought I felt some fear from Davy earlier, but then it didn't really feel right, either.

Valerie: All I got off Peter was fear, pure and simple. This building has him scared out of his wits! (Shudders) And now we know why.

Daphne: Then we better find Davy and Micky before anything else happens.

Valerie: (Nods towards the hall) Come on. (They head for the hall...not seeing the mist drifting into the lobby through the ventilator shafts...)