Pool. Dead.

"Something told me you'd be on board with that plan," Hercules said with a laugh. "And I'm Hercules. Demi-god, general strong guy, yadda yadda. Nice to meet you." He started to carve his own pumpkin and then pulled the seeds out by the handful, dumping them onto a pile of newspaper. "Have you ever baked these? They're delicious, even if it's a ton of work to clean them first."

Deadpool gave his a thumb up. "I knew you'd see my point, buddy." He gasped loudly, the shock on his face evident. "Whaaa- No. Fucking. Way. Zeus is your daddy then? Man, those are hard shoes to fill. But I bet you're nicer than he is, am I right?" He elbowed the other on the ribs. "Nah, not really. My girlfriend- She used to bake all that kind of stuff. But not me, nope." He choked a little when he thought of Vanessa, but snapped out of it quickly. "I'm always mainly in charge to gut these things out, and then when all is done to cut them in half, like you saw me doing."

"Well," Lion said gruffly, and he cleared his throat. "As long as this is reciprocal in some way." He gave a wink before sliding down to his knees. He worked Deadpool's cock out of his costume and wrapped his lips around it immediately.

Deadpool grinned. "Trust me. It'll be totally reciprocal, you wild thing." At that point he was more grateful than ever of switching to the two-piece costume, because now Lion had easier access to his cock, which was his main goal. He groaned when he felt the warmth of his mouth and pushed his hips forward a bit.

Deadpool scratched his neck. "Look, I'm sorry for cutting up your pumpkin. Let me get you another one and we'll do it together, yeah?" He looked around. "I see your point there. Should it have a wicked face, or a nicer one?"

Hercules shrugged and tossed the two remaining pieces of his pumpkin into the grass off to the side. "Works for me," he said, going to sit down at an empty table while he waited for Deadpool to bring them new pumpkins. "How about we do one of each? I'll do the nice one, and you can do the wicked one."

Deadpool grabbed the two biggest pumpkins, one on top of the other, and as carefully as possible he put them on the table where the other was sitting. "That sounds like a good idea, man! Kuddos too for letting me do the wicked one. I don't do good with nice." He sat beside him, this time choosing one of the carving tools they could use and begun with taking the top off. "I'm Deadpool by the way. I know, kinda late but better than never, right? And I think I might have an idea of your name, over those two impressive guns you call arms, but I'd rather you tell me."

As Deadpool pulled his hand away, Lion lapped out with his tongue, wrapping it around one of his fingers as it was taken away from him. "You going to return the favor if I agree?" he asked, and he took a purposeful look down between their bodies while licking his lips.

Deadpool look down and up again the body now standing so close to him. "Most likely. Or maybe we could try something else too." He reached around Lion waist and squeezed his ass.

Hercules jumped in surprise when someone chopped his pumpkin in two right in front of him. "Well, paint or carve," Herc replied, looking between the two pieces of pumpkin that he was still holding out in front of him, seeds dripping down onto the ground at his feet. "Though I guess that's another way of carving. Not sure a t-shirt would make much difference though?"

Deadpool scratched his neck. "Look, I'm sorry for cutting up your pumpkin. Let me get you another one and we'll do it together, yeah?" He looked around. "I see your point there. Should it have a wicked face, or a nicer one?"

"Ohh!" she cheered in excitement, bringing the key over to the door. "Wait, this can't be it right? Like, that felt too easy," she said, pushing the key into the hole and giving it a turn, hearing the lock pop before opening it. They walked into the - if possible even smaller - room connected. "What is this, a broom closet?" she asked, turning around to face Deadpool and ending up crashed against his body. "Oh, sorry. Small quarters it seems."

Deadpool tapped his chin. "Yeah... Nothing is ever that easy." He followed her inside, and he almost hit the top of his head with the ceiling because the room was so small. He caught her in his arms when they bumped into each other and chuckled. "If you wanted us to get closer you should've just asked, Your Majesty." Even with the mask on you could tell he was looking at her intensly. "Should we find our way out of this, or do you have a better idea? I'm all ears, even if I don't look like it."

She turned as Deadpool exclaimed, bending over to see what he had in his hand. "Circle...circle..." she chanted quietly, though chuckling at his next joke. "I mean, perhaps it could be both. And in this place, that is highly likely." She looked through the book case, finding a circle on an old book, opening it and feeling the key fall from between the pages. "Alright, so we have the key now...so now we have to figure out where it goes."

Deadpool chuckled because the Queen wasn't wrong about what she said, specially in a confined space like the one they were. He was about to make a comment about that, but remembered they were sort of a timer to get out of that place. They could take pleasentries later, if there were to be some. He inspected the walls around that particular room, and behind some old hay and cardboard he spotted what looked like a door. "Look!" he called out to her, clearing the space to expose an obvious keyhole.

Deadpool spotted the pumpkin patch and knew that had to be his next stop. Hopping his way through the ones that were still on the groun he saw the perfect one for what he had in mind. Swirling his katana in his hand, he raised his hand and with a single hit he splitted the vegetable in half. "Oh. We were supposed to paint these? Oopsie." He quickly put his katana away. "Perhaps a nice red and green tshirt with cool buttons to go with it?"

Lion took a purposeful look around the room, noting a few people who clearly had a kink for exhibitionism. "You've got that right," he said before returning his gaze to Deadpool. "I suppose that depends. What is it that you want?"

Deadpool moved his hand from Lion chest up to his lips. "These wrapped around my dick would be a good place to start. Unless you're offering something that doesn't involve any of that, obviously." He chuckled and pulled his hand away.

She chirped a laugh at his clear innuendo, shaking her head as she started looking around the room. "Really? Sounds good to me," she agreed and ventured towards the right side of the room. There was a cluttered desk she began to look through. "See anything yet? I can't say I've come acrossed anything that would be a clue yet."

Deadpool ducked under the desk and did his best to look there, stretching his hand out to see if he could feel something his eyes could miss. "Got a piece of paper here!" he said, and he stood back up and read it out loud. "Find the circle and you'll find the spot." He looked at her. "Wow. That sounded kinky. You think it's an innuendo, or simply where we could find a key or something?"

“I’m taking that as a compliment,” the blonde grinned. “I’d think that not many trained killers go around telling people they’re trained killers. Which makes you at least a little crazy. I should keep my distance.” She took a step away from him, but returned pretty quickly. “Okay, I’ll bite. Which fetishes?”

Deadpool cocked his head. "You think? I'd think it's something to be proud of, because you never know when you could use one, so I'm already there. But I concede with the crazy part. I mean, who isn't these days?" He chuckled. "Don't worry, Pink. I won't bite unless you ask. Fetishes? Let me think. Leather is a good thing for me. Knives. Fire. Sweat. Unicorns. Wait, no. Yes. Unicorns is definitely a thing. What about you?"

"New to you as well?" the queen asked as she came up to the man in red. "I suppose there's no time like the present, as they say," she agreed, pushing the door open and they walked in. When the door shut, there was an audible click to lock. "Well, I suppose we're in it now, hmm?" She looked over the room, taking in anything that might be helpful. "So I suppose we just scout around now, mm?"

"You get my point. Let's lose our cherries about this game together." He stepped aside so the Queen could step inside, then after he went in the door locked behind them. "Onwards it is. People always say go to the right when you first go in a place like this, so how about we try that?" he said, pointing that way.

“Well that was a lot of information,” Regina said, still taking in his attire. “What do you do that involves that much blood? Is it a fetish or something?”

"Just like the reason why you wearing all that Pepsobismol inspired outfit is, and yet here we are." He spun on the spot and leaned against the table. "I'm a trained assassin and mercenary. As for fetish, baby, I have a bunch."

Deadpool had been watching at Lion for sometime now. There was no way you'd miss him in the crowd. He walked up to him and laughed. "I'll tell ya, there's a lot to watch in here" he said, stretching his hand out and pressing his fingers on his bicep. "But does what I see have what I want?"