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The Arms Hotel Lobby, Sunday [3/23]

No, Sundays were not a regular work day for Mary, but this morning she woke up early to find a a blue marshmallow bunny in her hair. After that, sleeping in didn't seem like such a great idea. Now she was sitting at the front desk, drinking her coffee and watching peeps run all over the place while the sous chef chased them with a broom.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials
Eggs Benedict
Baked French Toast Casserole
Roasted Asparagus
Tangerine-Glazed Ham with Baby Carrots
Sparkling Cupcakes

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Gunther will happily feed you for free if you kill a peep.

Once she's had her coffee, of course.

There were Peeps stuck all over Lacey's suitcase and even one in her hair by the time she got to the hotel, and how was that for a first impression of a town?

She watched the sous chef and his broom go running by, the expression on her face one of complete bewilderment, before turning to Mary. "Hi. Why has the candy gone crazy?"

"I have no idea," said Mary, trying to fish one of the peeps out of her coffee cup. "I'm starting to think I should take on craziness insurance. It never seems to end around here. Anyway, welcome to the Arms Hotel. Are you checking in?"

Okay, this was definitely a very different kind of weird town than Dog River. "I guess I am," Lacey replied, sighing as another Peep started to crawl up her leg and then couldn't seem to manage it somehow. "Lacey Burrows. I don't know if I have a reservation?"

She hadn't actually looked at her itinerary in that much detail, mostly to spite Wanda. That had worked out well, hadn't it?

"Oh, that's not a problem. We have plenty of rooms available at the moment," said Mary, checking her clipboard. "Do you know how long you'll be staying?"

"Um." Lacey rummaged in her purse for her itinerary and stared at it as soon as she realized there wasn't a return trip marked on it anywhere. Chalk that up as one more thing she wouldn't be mentioning to anyone back in Dog River. Especially the editor of the Howler, although suddenly Hank's egg-and-toilet-paper-throwing version of letters to the editor sounded a lot more appealing.

She cleared her throat lightly. "Possibly for a while?"

"We do have monthly rates available, if you're interested," said Mary. "Did you have any special requirements? Ocean view? Jacuzzi? Closest room to the exit?"

The Peep in Lacey's hair started to teeter and rolled forward, bouncing off her nose as it fell. "I'm thinking mini-bar."

"One fully stocked mini-bar? That's no problem," said Mary. "I have room 316 available. It's a standard double room, two queen-sized beds, ocean view and of course, a mini-bar. Will that work?"

"That sounds great," Lacey said, the tone of her voice matching her frazzled expression. "I had the strangest trip here and I could use a nap."

"Rough flight?" asked Mary as she pulled out the guest register. "Just sign right here and I'll get your key. Do you need help with your bags?"

"Rough . . . I don't even know how to describe that trip. No, I think I can get the bag myself." Lacey signed the register quickly, then looked down at the Peeps that were still swarming it -- not so much swarming, maybe, as just hopelessly stuck. "Oh, they're starting to look a little lethargic."

Mary opened the drawer with the room keys, which also happened to be swarming with Peeps. She plucked one of them. "Looks like they're drying out or something. They can't seem to move when they're all stiff. Now if only that cleaning crew from a couple weeks ago had stuck around." She retrieved a key and passed it across the desk to Lacey.

"Cleaning crew?" asked Lacey, staring in horrified fascination and some degree of pity at the drawer of Peeps. "You mean you don't have a regular one?"

"Well, I have a regular team of housekeeping staff. I mean, human housekeepers," explained Mary. "And of course, they grumble and complain, and call in sick all the time. A couple of weeks ago, though, all the cleaning supplies just started working on their own and wouldn't stop until the place was spotless! I even got some of the cleaning supplies from the pizza place in town to help out once they were done over there. I was going offer one of the brooms a permanent job here, but he declined."

Lacey put one hand on her hip and squinted at Mary. "Okay, now I know you're just winding me up," she said, and never mind the Peeps everywhere.

Mary tried to think of a way of explaining Fandom. She couldn't think of one. Fandom weirdness was just one of those things that had to be experienced.

"I hope you have a very pleasant stay here with us at the Arms," she said. "My name is Mary Connell and I'm the manager. I also live in room 422 so you can call if you need anything. There's a very good general store in town, Turtle & Canary, if you need to buy anything. I'd just be wary of the guy working there on Sunday. He can be a little cranky. Oh, and if you stop by the church, bring food for Gabriel. He's the guy living there. Caritas is the local bar and it's a good place to start when you're exploring the town. They have a very interesting house band."

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That was a lot to take in, and Lacey sputtered for a moment or two. "Right," she said finally; it seemed like the safest response since she was still too dazed to remember the answer to the barrage of questions she could have asked. "Well, I'm Lacey Burrows, by the way, and I'm sure I'll be seeing you around, Mary."

My Easter plans fell through. I might end up doing something else or I may just be at home all day, so there may be some SP throughout the day.

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