Joanne and Saul discussing the need for intelligence to attract great women to great female roles. #Wh13 #SyFyTour
The post-its are all over the inn. So far they have found two on the couch, one on the living room floor, one on the stool in the living room, one on the coffee table, one on the kitchen counter, one on the dining table and two on the stairs.
Pete is the first one who notices what they mean.
“I have the rocking horse, the mermaid,” Claudia reads the ones she found aloud,” the challenge…”
“The magic mountain, the curled angel,” Artie reads his and pauses for a moment. “You know these names sound familiar.”
“I know,” Pete says.
“You mean the Catherine wheel? The reclining lotus?” Leena asks and reads the last one, “The stair master?”
Pete gasps. His arms start flailing around and it looks like he wants to say something but every time he opens his mouth, nothing comes out.
Artie goes to him and grabs him by his shoulders. “Pete, calm down. Talk to us!”
Pete takes a deep breath. “Okay,” he says as he exhales. “I used to date this girl who was really into yoga and she does it almost all the time. When she wakes up, during her lunch break, before she goes to sleep and even when we have sex, she insists on…applying it.”
“You don’t mean?” Artie asks.
It is driving Claudia crazy. Why is she always the one who has no idea what anyone’s talking about?
“Pete,” Leena calls, “you didn’t?”
“Of course I didn’t!” Pete cries out. “I need a partner and do you see a strange girl anywhere?”
See? Even Leena gets it.
“Well, she might’ve left,” Leena says.
“Hey, I’m a gentleman! A girl gets breakfast after a night with Pete.”
“Maybe it has more to do with her than you.”
“Okay, that could be it but shouldn’t I remember something?” Pete asks, frowning as if trying to recall the night before. “I think I went straight to bed when we came back from Iowa. Right, Claude? Did you remember me going back out after we arrived?”
“No, you didn’t,” Claudia says.
“See?” Pete says but Claudia didn’t miss his relieved exhale. “Whatever this is, I didn’t do it.”
“What is going on?” Claudia asks before Leena could say anything in response. “Come on, Artie. I know you want to give an artifact history lesson.”
“In 1892,” Artie says, “a man named Jacob Young made it his mission to perform all the sexual acts in the Kamasutra but he had a heart defect and during one of his conquests, he was too, uh, excited and had a heart attack. He was so disappointed that his will was transferred into his copy of the Kamasutra.”
“So whoever reads it will be compelled to finish the job?” Claudia asks. “What’s so bad about that? I mean it sounds like fun, you know, if you’re with the right person.”
“They can’t stop,” Artie says somberly, “until they’ve perform all the acts. So no sleeping, no eating—”
“No pee breaks,” Claudia sighs. “That’s rough. Wait, but no one in this room is affected by it so that’s good, right?”
“Aren’t we forgetting something?” Leena asks.
“But H.G. and Mykes should be in Cleveland right now,” Pete says.
“Did anyone check their rooms?” Artie asks.
Pete immediately rushes to the stairs, followed by everyone else. When he opens the door to Myka’s room, they see that it is empty. Claudia immediately runs to H.G.’s room. It’s locked. She starts knocking but no one answers. She places her ear against the door. She hears moaning.
“They’re in here!” she yells. “They’re in here!”
Pete sprints from Myka’s room and slams his body against the door. No one dares to look inside when it opens. A few seconds later, Pete comes out with his left hand holding the Kamasutra and his right hand covering his eyes.
Artie pulls out a neutralizing bag out of his pocket and holds it out for Pete. Then Pete drops the book into it. It explodes with a pop.
“Did it work?” Pete asks.
“What worked?” Myka comes out of the room wearing a bathrobe. “And why is the door broken?”
It takes a few hours for H.G. and Myka to remember everything that happened.
They tell Artie, Leena, Claudia and Pete that when they realized that they were losing themselves to the Kamasutra, they decided to leave out notes as clues but they can’t think of anything except which position they were in. So they wrote that.
“I’m off to the Warehouse then,” Claudia says after both H.G. and Myka assure her that they are okay.
“It feels like I’m forgetting something,” Myka says as Claudia exits the inn.
“I feel the same way,” H.G. says.
A few seconds later, Claudia storms into the inn holding a post-it note with ‘the Nirvana’ written on it.
“Really, guys?!” she yells. “You had to do it in my Prius. My Prius!”
“Ah,” H.G. says, tapping her forehead, “that was where we found the post-its.”
Did you hear the one about the secret service agent, inventor, sheriff, and evil queen?
Myka will always Love HG <3
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