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Carlos hated being back at the hotel. He had begun by trying to access the Nevernever but that had totally failed, then caught up with Buffy to go and visit both London and Edinburgh, for varying reasons, and the rest of the time he had headed to Spain - he may have been well travelled, but rarely got time to be a tourist - but his time relaxing and finding out about Spain had been unceremoniously cut short when he woke up and found himself back at the hotel. For a few moments he lay there, utterly fed up, and just feeling incredibly homesick.

That only lasted a few minutes; after that he was a man on a mission.

He hunted out Caroline, and had a long chat with her. Plans were set. Time to cook up a storm. They'd missed 4th July, this could serve as a belated celebration, as well as a 'things ain't all bad here' event. Posters went up throughout the hotel, giving notice of a cook out. Everyone was encouraged to attend. What could be bad about this?

Grills were set up outside to cook up as much meat as they could hold; non-meat options were there as well for variety; salads prepared... a vast array of food to try and cheer up anyone who needed it. Carlos took his place at the grills, brandishing tools, turning the meat over just at the right point.

All that was needed now was people to attend.

[ooc: Use as a general gathering post - if you want Carlos specifically, tag him in the subject line]
st_accato: (Buffy with Stake)
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As soon as she'd seen the brochures for Dracula Tours, Buffy wasn't going to pass that up so after a week of touring England and Scotland with Carols, she decided to take a trip to Transylvania. Seriously, who knew that was a real place?

It was hard, really, really hard to bite her tongue when the guide began to talk about the legend of Dracula as they walked through his castle. Her brow knit as she tried to remember where she'd heard the name Tepes before. Maybe it was from one of those cheesy black and white Dracula movies. When the guide began to talk about vampires, she couldn't help herself and made a small pffft sound. "That is so not true." She muttered under her breath.
st_arlord: (Smug)
[personal profile] st_arlord
It had been a few days stuck in an Inn that Quill thought was pretty fantastic except for the fact he was stuck there. It was a place he would bring Gamora, but first he needed to find Gamora. In order to find Gamora, he needed to be back him. This was the main problem.

He was thankful that he could get his nose healed. It looked good-as-new and still one of his best features.

Currently he was looking over the bakery goods. Brownies are classic, but the cupcakes look equally as good
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Molly really should have been paying attention to her surroundings and not left her plate of food on the small table next to where she'd been sitting by the pool. Suddenly there was a nose in the air, snuffling as it smelled the fresh cooked meat and a moment later, there was a quick set of teeth that grabbed onto the fried chicken leg. The only indication that anything was wrong was a cry of, "DANTE, NO!"

A young boy about twelve ran after the dog and his prize. A plastic chair was upended as the dog eluded the kid with what Molly was sure was a smile. "Sorry!" He said breathlessly when he passed her as he continued to race after Dante.

"Don't worry about it." Molly laughed but was smart enough to move her plate to her lap.

"Dante!" He yelled, but still couldn't catch up with him and gave a gasp when Dante ran from the pool area and toward the lobby. The chase was on.
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Caroline had been planning this dance for two months and two weeks, no thanks to the Inn deciding to suddenly open up a door to a space station right when she had originally scheduled the event. It was going to be perfect. The last week had been about decorating the ballroom properly, building on a fifties theme, even though most of the guests wouldn't get the reference.  She didn't really care if they did. It looked great no matter what.

Food was plentiful - provided by both guests working in the kitchens and the bakery to turn out fun, festival and cute finger foods and desserts. She'd set up the buffet tables herself, made sure the chafers had sternos to keep the hot dishes hot.  Drinks were provided at three locations around the room as well, with shifts divided between those who generally did the bartending.

Music was a mix of live and recorded and Caroline made sure that no one would end up playing too long if they didn't want to. Plus she wanted to be sure there were plenty of dance tracks and slow dances for the lovebirds in the crowd. Just because she was single didn't mean she couldn't appreciate love. 

 As she flipped on the stereo system, she had a nagging feeling like she was forgetting something, but she wasn't sure what. Oh well, at least people were starting to arrive.
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[personal profile] st_paladin
Adrian had found a lot of the 'guests' at the Inn were quite pleasant and he wondered if that was how his father had found them in the beginning. When they had no idea he was a vampire, just a wanderer among them. It fueled his curiosity and he wanted to learn more about humanity. The only examples he ever had was his mother and the other villagers, besides what he had encountered here.

The best way to learn, was to observe. He didn't want to draw attention to himself, so he settled onto a small table in the restaurant area with his ever present notebook beside him. It was what he used to take notes, trying to decipher turns of phrases and words that were foreign to him. Up until this point he'd used a pencil, but on the way down he'd realized that he didn't have it with him. Instead, someone had offered him a writing utensil, they called it a pen but it looked nothing like a goose feather and he couldn't understand how it wrote without an inkwell.

As he pressed the end to the piece of paper there was nothing. Adrian's thumb accidentally moved across the end of the pen and he heard a click sound. Suddenly a point appeared at the bottom where there had been nothing. "Odd." Curiously, he moved the end over the paper and gasped when a mark appeared. Was the ink hidden?
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[personal profile] st_eampunk
Molly had got in the habit of taking her new spear with her on her 'rounds' to find a weak spot in the bubble or whatever was keeping them in place. It also gave her a chance to practice a different tactic than what Kash was teaching her. Out in the open air, she combined magic with her weapon. The moves of her mentor were the same, it was the added 'rave touch' of a ball of light at the blunt end that was all Molly.

She found a spot, far enough from the stables that she wouldn't disturb the horses with her workout, but close enough to the Inn that she could still see it easily. It had taken her a week to truly get used to the weight of her spear, she'd been so used to using Kash's. Only a few bruises and a couple of slight nicks, both quickly healed, were the only visible marks of her learning curve.

Muscle memory took over as the tall blond went through each of her movements. A lunge to sweep an opponent off their feet, paired with an upper thrust to gut an enemy. The next move was fast and unexpected as a ball of light swirled around the blunt end of the spear that Molly twirled over her head and flicked into the empty landscape. There was a small muted blast as it sparkled bright, like a fireball and disappeared. It wasn't very effective in the desert, but in Mexico against the Red Court vampires, it would have taken out dozens with a poof. She was gaining confidence in her ability to be more offensive than defensive.

She spun the spear back and promptly hit herself in the temple. "Shit. That's going to leave a mark." Okay, maybe the learning curve was still there. Her hand came up and rubbed at the reddening area.
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[personal profile] st_opsummoningme
Freedom from her bonds had given Illyana more than freedom of movement. It had returned to her the use of her magik and her ability to teleport. These abilities had, in turn, allowed her to finish making ready the library for public use. It was less about collecting books and media from around the premises (and some from Limbo, or donated collections harvested from the Otherworlds) and arranging shelving and seating, most of which had been relatively easily done. It was more a matter of laying the appropriate wards, and negotiating the finer points of the old-fashioned catalog and check-out system, which included odd donated items such as sporting equipment and electronic devices available for rental. Xavin's espresso machine counter necessitated a mini-bar refrigerator, glass-domed cake stands for assorted pastries brought in from the kitchen, and various cafe sundries.

Repurposed from what had been the 'Garden Room,' the library space with its high wooden ceilings, chandeliers, and landscape murals over busy floral carpet still looked somewhat like a touristy banquet hall, yet the area was now also highly saturated with layered magic. The hodgepodge collection of random books and so on were fiercely protected by these magics. When needed and as possible, worn volumes had been restored. The books could not be damaged nor marred from here on out, at least not by coffee spills nor page-tearing or inconsiderate attempts at margin notation. Nor would they leave the boundaries of the library area without proper dispensation, simply stopping mid-air and dropping should the attempt be made at the threshold. Ask at the Desk for Assistance With These Items, prompted the signs on several glass display cases featuring certain perhaps unsettling curiosities within - books in arcane languages, skulls from indeterminate creatures, and artifacts such as a green glowing cube suspended on a chain. At said desk, a gleaming service bell sat waiting, should the staff be needed and not clearly present.

Illyana finished affixing the large engraved plaque to the wall beside the double-doors, and then returned to attend the newly opened library with little fanfare:

Madonna Inn Expanded Public Library

Established ~01.25.2018 Earthly Gregorian Calendar

Open All Hours

Volunteer Staff on Duty as Schedules Allow

Classes & Tutoring for Most Subjects Available Upon Request

Donations Encouraged

Disruptive Patrons Will Be Zealously Evicted
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[personal profile] st_oneswidow
At some point when she wasn't paying attention, this had become something of a ritual in Curnen's life. The days where they might expect people to turn up at the inn, she'd be on the roof of the main building singing up at the sky. It wasn't like winter was really a barrier here. It wasn't like winter was really happening. But a body could get awful far away from the inn and not know quite where to go.

Besides, it felt good, really letting her voice out in full force. She knew people could hear her all over the grounds, but it didn't feel like having an audience.

She'd picked this one up in Maine, and while it wasn't an obvious choice for any sort of come this way sort of magic, it was a work song. The kind of thing with an easy pattern that anybody could pick up.

Oh, we'd be alright if the wind was in our sails
We'd be alright if the wind was in our sails
We'd be alright if the wind was in our sails
And we'll all hang on behind...

And we'll ro-o-oll the old chariot along!
We'll ro-o-oll the golden chariot along!
We'll ro-o-oll the old chariot along!
And we'll all hang on behind!


Come on here. You'd be all right.

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