Printed in Jean's delicate and neat handwriting, there were two columns in her notebook. It rested on her knee as she sat in the hallway outside from some administrative offices on campus. She had some time before her lab section and she liked this building and its seats. With her free time, she decided to map out the good and the bad of her relationship with Logan with one objective in mind: ( to figure out if the recent troubles over the last few months were indicative of whether her relationship with Logan could have a future or not. )

Marie-Ange Colbert and Alison Blaire's party planning came into fruition Saturday night, with the help of volunteers to get decorations up and food brought from the restaurants. Tables were set up around the ballroom with long tables with food lined one side of the ballroom. Mistletoe hung in dark (and not-so-dark) places and the holiday lights were hung up over the dance floor to cast a low light.

The doors to the ballroom opened promptly at 8:00 PM. Ali (with the help of Mark Sheppard) handled the music, mixing a playlist of holiday and popular music for the residents and guests of the hotel who mingled on the dance floor. And somehow over the course of the evening, the punch was ceremoniously spiked.

The party would go on until the music stopped and the food ran out, late into the evening.

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When the dwarves Paige and Monet journeyed from their tea time in Wonderland, they had hatched a brilliant plan of breaking not only the princess's curse, but also her hold over the fellow dwarves. They couldn't nor wouldn't wait for just any old prince to show up -- who knows how long that would take and the prince rumored to be traveling the lands, rescuing various damsels and fair maidens, must have been otherwise preoccupied. No, they couldn't wait; they would break her out of that diamond coffin themselves using good ol' fashioned elbow grease and team work. The lady dwarves hurried back to their cottage, hidden deep in the forests of the Savage Lands to tell the others their plan and stop this nonsense over Emma White once and for all.

In another part of the Savage Lands, the Crown Prince Scott of Summerisle was found on his latest adventure. He had been on the hunt for years now, searching for his beloved fire-haired princess. This entailed rescuing various damsels and fair maidens across fabled and dangerous lands. Whenever he'd hear of the latest lady in distress, he'd gallop to the ends of the earth only to be greeted by disappointment when they failed to be Briar Rose. He would depart from those very ladies he saved, leaving them in a somewhat better position than they had been before he arrived. His latest adventure led him to a modest castle hidden behind bramble and thorn, kept underneath shadow. As his heart swelled in his chest, he dared to hope that this was the place.

Over the cabin and the castle, a bright moon shone to aid the hopeful rescuers in their intentions. ( Tonight was the night the sleeping princesses had been dreaming of, the night they would wake up. )

He appeared as if from the walls, bypassing the thorns and brambles that kept his princess locked up safe within the deteriorating castle. She was isolated from most of the chaos within the Savage Lands -- and particularly the wolf that hunts in the forest, unable to save the redhead -- because if she or the blonde telepath were to wake, everything would start to break down.

He moved beside the bed, sitting on its edge and scooping the Princess closer to him with one arm. Her head fell back and his other hand traced her jawline, his thumb passing over her parted lips. He shouldn't be here -- his sisters would laugh. ( But how could he resist Jean? )