Arms Hotel Lobby, Wednesday

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Today, Jeff decided, was a very confusing day.

First, he'd gotten blindsided by a random cloud of balloons. Then, he'd wandered into the wrong part of the kitchen. Finally, Nana had trotted up, sneezed, and shoved him into a cupboard.

Jeff was still in the cupboard. He couldn't find the handle.

He'd just hope Turtle would be used to the risk cupboards and closets posed to him, and would find him before the end of the day.

[ open, but probably better to mod your hotel-ly needs unless you want super-SP! ]

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[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle, as usual, bounced into the hotel lobby with lunch. She made it halfway through her usual greeting before she noticed something amiss.

"Je--"

Blink.

"--eff?"

Frowning, she took a glance around for any hints of untamed hair or God-awful shirts poking out from behind a plant or a chair or even the dog, but, wandering around, she saw none. Her frown deepening, she regarded the dog.

"If you ate him," she declared, "I am so sending you to a dog shelter in Timbuktu, so help me."

She shook her head and went toward the kitchens to see if Gunther had seen him. If she could get Gunther to be cooperative, anyway.