The Arms Hotel Lobby, Sunday

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Give Gunther some credit. He eventually caught onto the fact that Mary was missing -- somewhere around Sunday morning, long after she went off on her own and ended up in the clinic. In fact, the only reason Gunther realized that Mary was missing was that housekeeping noticed that her bed hadn't been slept in and became frantic.

If Ed Deline didn't slowly and painfully kill him, Danny McCoy certainly would. Gunther's only hope was that someone could tell him what happened to Mary because he wasn't about to go out looking for her.

The hotel staff gathered in the lobby, which had been barricaded by old furniture. Gunther had his meat cleaver, his assistant had a rolling pin, and the rest of the staff were armed with assorted makeshift weapons. There was plenty of club sandwiches, raisin scones and mint tea since they never got a chance to set up Saturday's tea service. They were willing to share with other people but not with dinosaurs.

[OOC: For apocalypsesoon  or anyone who wants to let the staff know that Mary is in the clinic. Dinosaurs not welcome today, sorry.]

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[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John pounded on the outside, in a foul mood. WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL HIM TEX'S SHOP WAS CLOSED?! "Hey! It's me! John Connor. Room 111. Lemme in!"

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Gunther approached the front door cautiously, rolling pin in hand. "Are you a monster?" he asked in his thick German accent.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"NOt today," he said dryly. "//Open the door,//" he said in German.

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Gunther opened the door. "//What do you want?//" he asked in German, still holding his rolling pin ready. Behind him, the sous chef was waiting with the meat cleaver.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"//I need supplies//" he said. "//Don't make me tell Mary that this hotel was not accomodation.//" John's strong point wasn't threatening in German.

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Gunther lowered his rolling pin and let the visitor in. "//What's going on out...//" he started to ask in German, but paused when sous chef poked him. "Vhat is going on out there?"

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Dinosaurs. Mary was attacked by a saber toothed tiger," he said. "She'll be in the clinic at least for the night."

He gave the barricade a once-over. "This needs to be better." He started directing the staff to reinforce things.

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

The rest of the staff was content to follow John's orders. Not Gunther. He was hyperventilating. "Mister Deline is going to kill me!" he squealed.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Ah, hell, it's half my fault. I didn't go with her as backup. ANd then I got attacked myself," he said, shrugging his shoulders indicating the wear.

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

"Damn you, Volfgang Puck!" howled Gunther. "It's all your fault!"

The sous chef led a weeping Gunther back to the kitchen. The remainder of the Arms Hotel staff were ready to assist John in any way.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John outlined a plan of attack, in that he outlined a plan for defense, along with 'donating' temporarily his revolver, the three speed loaders, and box of ammo after he rifled through the ammo case in the motorcycle in his room. THe shotgun wasn't rifled, but a slug would still hurt like hell.

"Move together, move in teams. Stay on the walkie talkies. Maintain radio contact with everyone."