Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday

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There was a slight jitter in Jeff's limbs this morning. He jittered all the way down to the hotel, and Nana couldn't quite stop sniffing at his ankles. There was something in the air, something fiendish. He wasn't quite sure what it was yet, but it was something.

Perhaps he had some super powers he didn't know about anyway.

Whatever the case, Jeff was pacing around the lobby a lot that day, and all the specials board contained was chicken scratches of something no one on the staff could quite make out.

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