Tuesday at The Arms

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

He saunters in, surveying what he has already come to think of as his hotel. He just wants to get a feel for the place, and perhaps meet the staff...which seems frighteningly small. He'll have to place a call to the NPC Temp agency straight away.

He checks the lounge, the restaurant, the offices. He notices a distinct lack of greenery. I'll have some plants brought in...perhaps that gardener teacher can help me out with that. Off the lobby, he finds the room he was hoping to find.

At any other hotel it might be called the Hospitality room. Here, with the other ammenities, it looks out of place. He shuts the door behind him and whispers a few words and waves his had in a deternined and purposeful way. When he opens the door again, the room is a dark and welcoming library with dark wood paneling, leather chairs and sofas, as wel as a few tweed upholstered easy chairs. Books sit in shelves against one wall from floor to ceiling. Tiffany shaded lamps sit on tastefully masculine doilies. A fireplace crackles with a small fire. He made this room with one goal in mind...which reminds him...I should change the name of this place.

He returns to the front desk area, smiling. Now to choose his rooms.


((anyone previously involved with the hotel, please come chat with your new boss))

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[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

Deb has dressed up a little and is carrying about five sheets of paper. She walks in and looks around, doing her best not to stare.

"And he wants me to cook here?" she whispers to herself before going to look for Frank.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

[Catching the sensation of her before he sees her, he steps out quietly behind her. Her hesitation, and the paperwork, tips him off. Quietly, he speaks]

Hello, my dearest, have you come for me?

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"I'm here to see Frank Donovan. I'm Debbie Novotny. I run the one of the diners in town. Frank asked me to take charge for Thanksgiving Dinner, so I brought him the shopping list."

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Frank is gone, my sweet. I'm in charge now. [He reaches out for the paperwork] Can you tell me what he had planned? He seems to have left abruptly and I'm unaware of these machinations.

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"What do you mean, gone? And so abruptly he couldn't even say good-bye?" She looks a little stunned.

Deb explains everything (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/230974.html) and adds "If you don't want me cooking, I'll certainly understand. I'll just do up a spread at the Dive."

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

It was an urgent matter. [He adds quickly] I had nothing to do with it.

[He listens intently, weighing the options. It's a nice thing to do, cooking a feast for the students and town. However, torment and mayhem could be present to needle at. Plus, desire would run high, especially if there was liquor and extremely cheap room rates...]

No, no..this is a delicious idea. Certainly, if you still wish to do it here, by all means. Be my guest. [He's remarkably charming, but something about him is unsettling. It could be the fact he's wearing sunglasses inside.]

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

Deb doesn't trust men who are too charming, from long experience, but she smiles back at the handsome young man.

"I'd still love to do it. Thank you, Mister--" She realizes she hasn't caught his name.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

You may call me Crowley, dearest. Anthony Crowley. Enchante...

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Pleased to meet you too. Call me Deb, everyone does."

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Deb, my darling. We'll be working closely I expect. Perhaps I'll have to come to your...Dive, and enjoy your quisine. I shall ring up my angel straightaway. [He offers her his hand]

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

She shakes it. "Well, you've got the shopping list. I'll be in Wednesday before to start supervising the rolls and pies."

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Superb, my darling. I'll see you then. [He smiles]



((You have touched him. You'll feel whatever degree of lust you determine is appropriate and direct it to whomever you want))

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Heh, gardening class project = new way for Kiki to torment poor Crowley. He really puts up with a lot from her.]

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

((ooc: Oh Maaaan...you are a little demon wrapped in a candy coating, aren't you?))

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Honestly, I'm not sure how Kiki has managed to avoid getting slapped yet. She's such an insufferably perky piece of baggage!]

[azurejedi.livejournal.com]

While making her rounds, Aayla notices the same dark presence she had once at Mr. Phale's shop. Crowley... Wondering what he's doing here, she walks down the steps to the desk area and finds him.
"May I help you, Mr. Crowley?" she inquires.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

[Smiles wide] Ah....my darling Aayla. So good to see you. I will be needing the papers and business plans and such and such. I've agreed to take over the hotel, love.

[In a quiet and serious tone] I'm your new boss.

[azurejedi.livejournal.com]

Aayla furrows her eybrows in confusion. "What has happened to Mr. Donovan?"

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

He's gone, lovely. Greener pastures, distant shores, and all that rot. I'm sure he's fine where he's gone to. My beautiful Sebastian asked me to take over.

[azurejedi.livejournal.com]

Her lilac eyes narrow slightly, not sure what to take of this. She then takes a deep breath and forces herself to relax.
"My duties are to you then." she says, giving a polite bow. "I have been doing my best keeping watch over the hotel. There have been no incidents to speak of so far... it's been relatively quiet, even with parents weekend." She pauses.
"Are there any other tasks you would like me to perform for my job other than keeping watch and dealing with any disturbances?" she asks, hoping that Crowley would give her more specific instructions than Frank did.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

That sounds like it's fine for now. If we stay quiet, which we won't, your job might get boring. But you...you reek of Grace, poppet. And my angel speaks fondly of you. I imagine it would be, let's say appropriate for the balance, if you would stay on. Keep a sharp eye, lovely. Darkness follows me and I'll expect you to keep things equal. Can you do that for me, pet?

[azurejedi.livejournal.com]

Aayla nods and responds quietly but with confidence, giving a conscious effort to keep her breathing even. "Yes sir, I will do that." If he was going to bring darkness, then there most definitely needed to be light.
"I do, however, have a concern about a previous policy that Mr. Donovan had in place, and would like to know your stance on it." she asks, a nearly indescernable hint of aggrivated seriousness in her voice.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

What policy is that, dearest. Tell me your concerns. [His voice is smooth and gentle]

[azurejedi.livejournal.com]

Not even acknowledging his smooth tone, which she senses to be a dark trick to get her to relax and trust him, she answers. "I don't presume you know what a lightsaber is, do you sir?"

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Not in the slightest, poppet. I'd guess some kind of weapon?

[azurejedi.livejournal.com]

She nods. "Yes, it is. It is the weapon of the Jedi Order, one which can only be wielded by Jedi. The blade is made up of a centralized beam of light and energy, which is very dangerous to one who is untrained. Jedi never use it except when needed. When I applied for this job, I was told by Mr. Donovan that I was not to use a weapon he could not wield. Though this disturbed me, I hesitantly agreed." She looks down for a moment, then back up to Crowley.
"Under your new management, would I be able to carry the weapon I was trained my entire life to use?"

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Pumpkin, use what you like. I don't care. Just don't damage the foliage or the wallpaper. [He smiles broadly] I can tell you won't be rash...even if I asked you to. Make yourself happy, poppet.

[azurejedi.livejournal.com]

She nods slightly, feeling relieved. "It's not a matter of my being happy, but I thank you, sir. You have my word it will not be used except when absolutely necessary."
She begins looking around a bit. "I should get back to my rounds, sir. Is there anything else you need me for?"

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Go do your thing, Aayla my sweet. I'm heading back to the Shop, shortly.

[azurejedi.livejournal.com]

"Yes sir." Giving a small bow, Aayla turns to continue her watch of the hotel. Halfway up the stairs she stops and says, "Give my regards to Mr. Phale, if you will." She then continues doing her work.

[conathon.livejournal.com]

Sawyer comes into the hotel, he was hired by Frank but hasn't heard a word from him. Approaching the front desk, he sees a man he has never met before and is slightly hesistant.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

What do you want, poppet? I'm a very busy fellow now...see? [He gestures to the paperwork which he clearly didn't factor into the job.]

[michel-girard.livejournal.com]

Exhausted from Parent's Weekend, Michel stumbles downstairs very late and takes in the new man who seems quite at home behind his front desk
doing paperwork...

"As I assume we have not had an unscheduled visit from the paperwork fairies, I assume you are either Mr. Sebastian or Mr. Crowley?"

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

[He does not look up] You assume a lot, sweetness. It makes an ass out of you, you know.

[He turns his head] Did you just call your new boss a fairy? Tsk, tsk, pet. You need training.

[michel-girard.livejournal.com]

Michel simply stares for a moment.

"Ah." He smiles. "We have been taken over by a comedian. Excellent. Will the staff now be issued red rubber noses and impossibly big footwear?"

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

I'll only make the French servants do that, pet. [He smiles coolly] I imagine that will ony be you, right?

What do you do here, besides interrupt me?

((I can try...I'm not really sure how this works, but once I do, you'll know. and aside...Crowley AND Michel?!?!Can House come play too???))

[michel-girard.livejournal.com]

Michel smiles his most insincere smile and ignores the first question.

"I listen to stupid and complaining people all day, while supressing my urge to do them great bodily violence until my soul burns with a seething hatred for all humankind.

"I am thus the epitome of customer service: Your concierge."

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Seething hatred for all humankind, eh? You and I are going to get on like a house afire, pet. First order of business...kee it up. Don't be kind to anyone. If I catch you, I'll kick you in the shin and steal your brie.

((good to know. I hope you don't have to give him up for adoption though. Michel rules!))

[michel-girard.livejournal.com]

Michel's smile might actually be genuine this time. "I can assure you, there is no danger of that happeneing, Mr. ...?

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Crowley, pet. Mr. Crowley, at your service. Except I'm not.

You can go concierge to your little heart's desire, Michel...or whatever you prefer. Perhaps you could go shopping, if there were anywhere worth shopping in this town. [Mostly to himself] Maybe we should open an upscale boutique off the lobby...clothes I like, and other pleasantries. Hmm...

[Waving his hand] You can go...find a nice wine and sing Allouete or some such. Ta, now.

[michel-girard.livejournal.com]

Michel simply raises an eyebrow and leaves to go about his business.