The Arms Hotel

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With a bunch of new inhabitants coming to the island, the staff had been alerted to be extra efficient. Naturally Ernest had immediately broken something and was currently trapped in the washer/dryer.

But the front desk was ready for guests.

For any new people who need a place to stay.

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Front Desk

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Welcome to the Arms

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Clark was in the office nearby in case there were any problems.

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A dark man came in carrying two guitar cases.

"I'm looking for a room," he said.

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ooc: ignore the Clark icon, he's staying in the office.

Oh my he's a handsome one.

"Certainly sir, single or double?"

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"Single," El answered.

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"Fabulous. Smoking or Non-Smoking?" she asked, typing into the computer.

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El thought about this for a while. "Non-Smoking," he said, finally.

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"Fantastic." she said. "Okay we've got a room all set up on the 3rd floor." she said and handwavily directed him where to go.

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Saigo was on the counter, quacking along with the music, and totally rocking out.

//Hear me Heathans and Wizards and servants of sin, all you dastardly doings are past...//