The Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

In the wee hours of the morning, Jeff poked his head into the lobby.

A few moments later, Nana slid in through the gap between door and doorway, settling behind the desk.

Slowly but surely, Jeff's head vanished from the door, and it shut with a click.

Murdock had officially scarpered.

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Talk to Nana

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

She's very articulate. Really.

Get Food

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Give some to the dog on your way out.

Avoid Nana

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

If you have hotel business and you're tired of anthromorphizing.

OOC

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

...I don't know. It's been a weird night.

Re: Talk to Nana

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Gunther really hadn't had a very good night (http://montecito-east.livejournal.com/16695.html). As he staggered back from Efferton Manor (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/2370388.html?thread=106449492#t106449492) with his recovered loot, he stopped to see if that weird kid was at the desk to help him fix his Christmas tree.

And stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Nana instead.

Poor Gunther. The holidays just weren't very good for him.

Re: Talk to Nana

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

The holidays, however, were being terribly good to Nana. One of her playthings had just entered the lobby after a long and fitful nap!

Oh, the energy she had to expend.

Naturally, she leapt straight at Gunther.

Re: Talk to Nana

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Gunther screamed and ran for cover behind the buffet table, losing his prized leopard-print beret in the process. He screamed for Benito to get out of the kitchen and rescue him.

He forgot that his former sous chef Benito was still in Las Vegas and the sous chef here had a different name.

Re: Talk to Nana

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Momentarily losing her interest in the moving screaming thing, Nana bounced back, snatching up the beret in her mouth and growling playfully. She started trotting around like a horse.

She may have been spending too much time around Trenor.

Re: Talk to Nana

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

"No!" screamed Gunther, momentarily forgetting his fear. "I vant my hat back!"

Re: Talk to Nana

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

In response, Nana just growled again.

Re: Talk to Nana

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

That was enough to spook Gunther again. This time, he ran for the kitchen without looking back.

Nana may have won this round, but Gunther wasn't ready to give up yet.

Re: Talk to Nana

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Saddened that Gunther didn't want to play, Nana returned to her spot behind the desk, chewing contently on the beret.