[GP/EP] Check-In Day: Pastabilities

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

The last check-in day had come and gone as quietly as most other days, but Tony had made it a point to linger around the lobby every two weeks. It was tradition, after all. You could only be cynical about a pink eldritch prison for so long before you felt the need to inject some decorum, however half-assed.

During a quiet trip to a Wisconsin suburb Otherworlds, Tony had snagged an old Harley-Davidson calendar at a garage sale (why not), unique in that the previous owner had filled every single square with national holidays. Today was National Linguine Day. Truly, the most hallowed of all holidays. To celebrate, he made an order to the kitchen to bless the inn with trays of pasta, inclusive to all diets. No gluten or dairy for him, see how long that lasted.

Despite the swift approach of fall, San Luis Obispo boasted sun and 70 degree weather, so Tony arranged a chair and table outside and fiddled with a little mechanical orb the size of a jawbreaker. He prodded at its insides with a screwdriver while his half-eaten pasta dish sat ignored, his glasses magnifying the orb's internal features.

Comments

[st_mj]

"I guess I should do that. I assume there's a way to know what room I'm in?" she asked looking around the lobby. "Then I guess I need to figure out where everything else in this place. Did you want to hang with me or do you have stuff to do?" she asked him.

[st_guyinthechair]

"Yeah, the guy at the counter would know. There's about four people who work here and they're super creepy, but they'll do things like give you a key." He gestured for her to follow him and when he was confident that she was following, led the way. "I don't really have stuff to do. I mean, it's a hotel and we're stuck in it a lot of the time so... yeah. It's not so bad though? Plus there are some rooms that open up to Otherworlds - those are like other worlds that are kind of cool to visit."

[st_mj]

"Thanks Ned," she said with a nod as she followed him to the counter. After a brief discussion with the staff member there which resulted in the acquisition of a room key for herself she turned back to him. "I guess that's fair and by Otherworlds you mean we can travel to different worlds? Can we travel home?" she asked curiously.

[st_guyinthechair]

"Different worlds, yes. Home, no. I mean, at least not yet? There's been a few places that looked like New York, but like, my family wasn't there and stuff. It's weird. Peter and his roommate went into one that had people from his roommate's world, but stuff wasn't right. Like, the small details and stuff. So far no one's come across their actual homes." He offered a small apologetic smile. "But we're all here now together. That's something, right?"

[st_mj]

"That is something yes," she agreed with a nod actually grateful that they were here. They'd gone through a lot together and it would have been strange if her boys hadn't been here. Oh she would have survived but it was nice? Not that she would admit it.

[st_guyinthechair]

"Come on." He gave her a smile. "Let's show you around."

(ooc: fade with him showing her around a bit?)