As far as bedrooms went, Adagio supposed that it wasn't the worst one she had slept in. The three sirens had been given a room together down the corridor from Gomez and Morticia's own. Gomez had called it small, apologizing and promising to have separate rooms prepared for the on the morrow, but the room was still big enough that the girls could easily park their van in there and still have space for beds.
Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on your sense of style and affection for cobwebs, the room was every bit as dark and gothic as the rest of the house.
A king size bed rested against one wall, underneath a wide window that looked out on the graveyard below. A huge ornate wardrobe stood against the opposite wall, though Adagio didn't dare look inside, and several small tables and chests of drawers were dotted around the rest of the room. Everything was either black, gray or, in the case of certain linings and fixtures, a surprisingly shiny silver. The girls' luggage had been brought up by Lurch and placed on the bed neatly.
"This place is awesome," Aria said with a grin.
"I figured you would like it," Adagio huffed.
Sonata gave the room a cursory look before sitting on the edge of the bed, her expression uncharacteristically thoughtful. "I've been wondering," she said quietly.
Aria groaned and crossed her arms. "We don't know if they have tacos in this world, yet. You'll have to ask tomorrow."
"I wasn't thinking about tacos!" Sonata snapped, sending a shiver down Adagio's spine. Sonata's mind being occupied by something other than food generally didn't end well for those around her. "I was thinking about the matriarch they mentioned," Sonata said, her brows furrowed. "I remember a lot of stuff from back then, but who exactly was she?"
A sudden desire to pull her own hair out flashed across Adagio's mind as Sonata brought up the topic she had least wanted to discuss. "You remember when I asked you to help me smuggle another siren through the Umbra Gate? That was her."
The mere mention of the old gateway to the deeps made it feel like the temperature of the room had plummeted.
"The one who wanted to see the Abyss before she passed." Aria shivered.
"I always thought she ran out of air down there and died," Sonata said quietly.
"Well, she didn't," Adagio replied, her mouth suddenly feeling dry. "I don't know how, but she managed to make it all the way down to the Hadal Deeps."
The others' eyes practically popped out of their sockets. "No way!" Aria exclaimed. "The water pressure alone should have killed her, let alone the lack of oxygen! How could she survive without our protective magic?!"
Adagio shrugged. "Beats me. I thought she was dead, too, until she turned up again a year later." She let out a dark laugh at the memory. "The Hadal Deeps had changed her, altered her form into something really terrifying. It scared the living daylights out of the other guards. While they all fled in terror, she and I had a little chat about what had happened, and what she had been up to. That's when she gave me that candle."
"So she's the reason we have family over here?" Sonata asked. "I kinda always wondered how that happened."
"She's the reason why," Adagio confirmed, glad that neither of the others were pushing for details. "She started a family over here, and they used whatever bizarre magic she found in the Abyss and the Hadal Deeps to send letters to Seaquestria."
Aria frowned. "Did the Ekklesia know?"
Adagio snorted and arched an eyebrow. "Don't be ridiculous. Those idiots thought that one of the old wandering tribes had stumbled across a portal to another world in the wide ocean. They would have lost their collective minds if they knew that the letters were actually coming from the Hadal Deeps."
"Does that mean the Addams's have Abyssal magic, too?" Sonata asked.
"I don't know," Adagio admitted. "It's possible that some of the old magic is still in their blood, but it's just as likely that they're just really hardcore goths."
Aria smirked. "Hardcore goths with a walking corpse for a butler and a random hand crawling all over the place?"
"Maybe they're really really hardcore goths?" Sonata suggested.
Adagio chuckled and stepped over to the wardrobe. She pulled it open, grimacing as she spotted cobwebs in every corner, but noted that there was at least enough space for her to hang her clothes. "Either way, we should get some sleep for now. We can start figuring out where to go from here in the morning."
The other two shrugged and started getting ready for bed. Just as Aria made to pull her top off, Adagio heard a strange sound from the door, almost quiet enough to be a figment of her imagination. Quick as a flash, Adagio whipped a pen out of her pocket and jammed it through the door's keyhole, earning herself a howl of agony from the other side. "Goodnight, Fester," she said in an icy tone.
"Goodnight, girls!" Fester called back in his distinctive rasp.
Aria yanked her top back down with a yelp, staring wide-eyed at the door. "W-what the heck! Was that creep spying on us?!"
"Wait, someone was watching? Why didn't you say, I would've posed!" Sonata exclaimed indignantly.
Adagio just sighed heavily. She slammed the door with her fist, not relaxing until she heard the fading sound of fleeing footsteps in the hallway outside. "Yes, he was spying. Don't worry, Aria, you can kick his teeth in tomorrow. As for you…" Adagio gave Sonata an exasperated look. "Just shut up, get changed, and go to sleep."
As her fellow sirens resumed changing, Aria making sure that she was out of sight from the keyhole, and Sonata making sure that she was in full view, Adagio fought the urge to groan and rub her temples. The next few days were going to be exhausting.