[GP/EP] Check in Day - Feb 1

[st_raighttovampire]

Caroline waved to Kitty as she dropped into her table in the cafe. It was a banner day. A full month of living in a hotel without her mom or her friends, hungry literally all the time.

But at least there was coffee.

Caroline went through her notes - many people had already started to take on roles in the hotel. Snow and Lindsey ran the stables. Kitty ran the bar. The brothers tackled the ghosts that popped up now and then - Caroline held her tongue on how wrong it was to discriminate against the undead. The list went on.

Caroline knew very well - having a job kept the despair of being trapped away.

She hadn't expected today to be different than any other day, but then, she should learn to stop expecting things. Apparently, it was check-in day again.

[EP] What's all this then?

[st_icetomeetyou]

It started small. He found a second pack of cards, persuaded a few people to play a few rounds with him for drinks on occasion. And then the idea struck him. What did people need most of all here? Well, other than a way home which was beyond him at the moment.

A distraction.

And so it started, just a little at a time. There was enough bits and pieces around the hotel that he could scrounge up to make up a couple of tables - a table for blackjack, a table for poker. What more did you need? Well, more eventually, but until he could persuade people to find him more resources, he'd start with this. He could build if he had to (could do anything if he had to), but he'd rather use people to get what he wanted, and temptation could be the greatest motivator.

And as for what was in it for him? Well, eventually people would want to start bartering, or create their own currency. Len wanted to be at the heart of it, to be the go-to person, to be the one who could help people start whatever they wanted, when they needed in it. He had faith in capitalism, it would win through in the end, and there always were those who naturally rose to the top. This time in life, it was his turn.

And so he was to be found in one of the bars, sitting by a table, shuffling cards in a professional manner, and just waiting on people dropping in. Even if he didn't get enough this time, word would travel, especially in a place like this.