It wasn't entirely unusual for the lodgers to get a little excitable after a success. Normally they'd find some way to celebrate that ended in Jekyll having a long talk with the insurance people, or the cops, or the local pub owners. Thus far, though, things have been pretty normal!

"So, who's up for 7 minutes in heaven?"

Scratch that.

You watched intently as the bottle spun. This could be funny. You almost felt bad for whatever poor idiots got shoved in there together.

First it came to a stop on Miss Lavender. Oof. Poor thing. Hopefully she'd live. Then, it stopped on you.

Before your face could even drop, you found yourself being shoved into the nearest closet. Your protests landed on deaf ears, and you were heaped in with the resident Extremofaunic Zoologist in what may very well have been the most uncomfortable position possible.