The Arms Hotel Lobby, Thursday

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

Porthos sat on his little doggie bed, worriedly looking back and forth between the nice girl who fed him and the funny guy in the white hat that didn't like him. The nice girl was yelling at the weird guy about something. This wasn't that unusual for a Thursday.

What was different this time was that the guy in the funny white hat brought him a plate of food! He never gave food to Porthos. The beagle puppy eagerly got up, wagging his tail at the really nice man, and went to dig in... except the stuff on the plate smelled kind of funny. Porthos gave it a sniff or two, his tail gone still. Then he turned around and went back to his doggie bed to sulk.

"See, Gunther! Not even a dog will eat your spam meatloaf," yelled Hoshi.

The Arms Hotel was open. Just be careful if you want to try the daily special.

Comments

Room Service

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

If you want to take your chances with the crazy chef.

Talk To Hoshi

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

You might want to wait until she's in a better mood.

Re: Talk To Hoshi

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack had wonderful timing, in such that he always managed to catch people (and their dogs) when they were in stellar moods. Really.

Except not.

"Hi, Hoshi!"

Re: Talk To Hoshi

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

Oh, it was that person again. Porthos got up immediately and gave a warning growl.

Re: Talk To Hoshi

[cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com]

Tully stifled a yawn when he came through on his way to work.

OOC

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

110% chance of SP if you want to talk to Hoshi, as I'm on the world's slowest Wi-Fi and the bandwith is so small that I can't get any of my icons to load.

Also, everyone say hi to the nosy busybody trying to read over my shoulder!

Re: OOC

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

*waves to busybody*