[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.

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Re: Carlos Ramirez - [AfterCaroline]

[st_eampunk]

"We both have a good mentor for that." Molly snickered. "If we can't figure how to think outside the box, Harry would have our asses." There was a bittersweet tint to her voice as she said it. God, she missed Harry. "Huh, how are you with fire power?" Her lips twitched, "we could always try to blast our way out. I hadn't tried that yet."

Somehow I missed this tag... idk

[st_illavirgin]

He laughed in response. "Well, I'm not his apprentice. I get a pass for that." Carlos had a lot less to do with Harry, but Harry wouldn't hesitate to kick his butt, after all. "Passable. Tend to prefer working with kinetic energy, but I've kicked fomor butt with fire before now."

[st_eampunk]

"Wow passable and can kick fomor ass." Molly winked, "okay, we can always try blasting our way out but it doesn't necessarily have to be literal fire." She huffed out a breath and laid her head back on to the headrest of the chair. "God, I always feel useless in this kind of stuff. Sure I can mess with your mind but I can't do shit against an immovable object."

[st_illavirgin]

"What can I say? I'm just that good." We won't mention that he's spent the last year recovering from a fight, that was just bad luck. "Blasting when you aren't sure of the consequences isn't the best idea," he pointed out. "There's a time and a place for all talents. I can think of many times I'd like a better veil. And mine is good." Not as good as Molly's of course, but even he'd admit that she was better at them.

[st_eampunk]

"Sure if we find someone that's more than just the low guy that offers up towels I can tip toe through his mind to see what's really going on." Molly made a face, "don't mind me. I know I can do things, it's just sometimes I hate having passive magic." Her lips suddenly quirked upward, "but other times I'm good with kicking ass the subtle way."

[st_illavirgin]

He frowned at Molly. He might be one of the more relaxed Wardens, and there was a lot he could let go, but that was a little too close to the edge of what he was comfortable with. But what could he do here if they were truly trapped away from their reality?

"There's a time and a place for blowing crap up, and a time for subtle. We just need to persuade certain dinosaurs of that."

[st_eampunk]

Molly knew who he meant and it brought a pang thinking about how they'd never get a chance to tell Harry that. In spite of that, she shot him a grin, "Yeah good luck with that. Usually dinosaurs are very stuck in their ways."