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Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday

"Stop asking me!"

"She's a cat. She needs milk!"

"Milk isn't--"

"And that's final!"

Gunther didn't look like he agreed with that at all, but he couldn't get another word in as Jeff stomped towards the front desk and threw up the specials board.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials:
Milkshakes!
Ask Gunther all about it
(sometimes he lies)

He crashed down behind the desk and folded over, completely ignoring Mary the Cat as Nana chased her through the lobby with gusto, knocking over various pieces of furniture, plants, and hotel staff on her way. She loved cats. She loved cats almost as much as she loved people. She just had to show them.

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See if you can make Gunther explode by asking about the milkshakes.

He's in a horrible mood. Closets were involved.

He was also considering writing a conspiracy novel.

Joanna approached the desk.

"Well, at least you're clothed today," she said without actually looking at Jeff.

Jeff, however, was most definitely looking at Joanna. "...She's in my closet," he blurted.

Without missing a beat she replied, "Well I do hope it's a spacious closet. And hopefully made of cedar. You would be shocked at the number of people who don't build their closets out of cedar."

She placed two keys on the desk. "I'm checking out."

He was staring helplessly at her general breast area as she heaped this mountain of detail on his head. "I don't know," Jeff said, "I didn't care to ask. I don't know a lot about closets."

He completely failed to notice the keys.

"I am something of an expert on closets. I'm having all of mine redone at the mansion as we speak."

She leaned over the desk. "As far as the final bill is concerned, have it sent over to the mansion."

"I'm sorry," Jeff said, fearing that he might be seconds from hitting a visual access angle. "I don't--", he racked his brain for something, "--own any bras. I think I'm ill-equipped. Not that you would have to own bras to know closets! I imagine there's lots of people who know closets, and not all of them are evil."

Joanna frowned and backed away. "You are a strange little man. And I am *not* evil. The doctor told me not to smile. It causes wrinkles."

"I meant the closets!" Jeff scrambled, "The closets are evil! They eat people!"

Joanna's frown deepened. "You obviously need to find a new carpenter. I can recommend an adequate one if you like." She took another step away from the desk.

"...Do you think the carpenter could find my girlfriend?" Jeff managed, stammering, "...There was an incident and I'm not entirely certain how to handle a closet."

She considered the boy for a very brief moment. "I think you might need someone with a bit more training than a carpenter. Doesn't this school of yours offer some sort of psychiatric assistance? You should seek it out."

Now with 150% extra chance of dog.

John? Strolled through to get some lunch. And saw a big dog chasing a small kittywitty that was Mary. The cat, not the dog. Though, the dog could be Mary, but wasn't the Mary that owned the hotel, because that Mary was currently a kitty. Who was being chased by the dog who may or may not have been a Mary that wasn't from Las Vegas.

John tried to help Mary. Kitty Mary, not dog Mary, as he wasn't sure what Possible-Mary-The-Dog looked like in human form, but Kitty!Mary was rather cute and provided him a nice room with a kitchenette and easy egress for the motorcycle, so he felt like he owed her something. Like rescuing her from the dog.

Which is how John ended up having a very fluffy collar that hissed. It's the latest fashion, y'know.

Stan arrived to check out the specials... and was greeted with a chase scene involving a large dog and a scared-to-death cat.

Stan decided to step in and help before the cat died from fright.

Which is how Stan ended up with a ~~modded with permission~~ Mary!Kitty bundled in his jacket as he made a hasty exit.

[Stan's just borrowing Mary for a few hours]

Here sits the clearly insane person who's not Welsh.

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Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday

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