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The Arms Hotel, Tuesday

Today, Jeff was closer to limping than walking as he entered the hotel carrying a large stack of CDs. With some difficulty, he managed to drop them on the front desk, then ~~hobbled~~ hurried back to the front door to pick up his CD player.

He sank into his chair with a deep sigh. He wasn't going to get up any time he didn't have to. Not even to scold Nana for licking her bottom in public.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's specials:
I don't speak German
Gunther, are you absolutely certain
that's not radioactive?

Jeff would never be a cook.

[ Open! SP or near it from 14:00 UTC 'cos apparently people expect you to be there for your own birthday party. who knew! ]

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You'll be going into this one blind today. Unless you want to risk ~~modding~~ asking Gunther.

JOhn? SO was about more chili. Chilichilichili. In short, bring it on!

He's here, trying to figure out what happened to rap.

Turtle had debated whether or not to do this toward the end of the work day, but, she figured, if she stuck to the plan her and Charlie whipped up yesterday morning, all should be well.

And it went a lot easier than she thought, too, considering that all she had to do was stare at the special's board to get the answer to her question.

"Uh, yeah. Mary's not available right now, is she, Jeff?"

Jeff, hunched over the desk and listening to the music humming into the wood, shot up like he'd just been electrocuted.

"...She's sort of absent, yes, hello, Turtle, I'm sorry, if I knew you were coming I'd have cleaned."

The hotel was spotless.

Turtle found herself looking over the board again with a slight grin, shaking her head. "Well," she said, "that's too bad. I have some very important information here," she spread her hand over the clipboard she was carrying as if to indicate that those were the important papers she meant, even though it was nothing more than Bart's to-do list for tomorrow and some inventory forms Apu had made a clerical error on, "regarding an order that she made, but I can try to catch her tomorrow. It's entirely urgent. But, hey, while I'm here, how are you? Good day at work?"

"Er," Jeff said, blinking, "It's been mostly sitting so far. I'm starting to get the impression people are avoiding me." He paused, perking, "...The sitting bit's been excellent, though. World-class sitting. I do really well at sitting. Usually not so well at being avoided, but can't have everything, can you?"

"If you had trouble sitting," Turtle said, eyebrows frowning, "I'd be worried about you."

More so than she already was, anyway.

"Why avoiding you?"

Potentially stupid question, really.

"That happened to me once," Jeff said, "Couldn't sit for a while due to an unfortunate television incident." He glanced at Nana, who was still licking her bottom in a satisfied fashion, and tried to will her to stop.

"Well, it's sort of obvious, isn't it?"

Turtle's head tilted after a moment of thought. "Is there any way I could answer that that didn't somehow incriminate myself?"

"Probably not," Jeff agreed, "It's best to ignore leading questions, you never know how they're going to react when you try to dodge it."

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