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The Arms Hotel Lobby, Friday [7/17]

After getting an early-morning phone call from her boss, who claimed to be under the weather, Hoshi made her way to the hotel. "Yes, I know it's the wrong day, Gunther," she said to the chef. "Deal with it. And no, I'm not singing for you again."

That didn't stop yesterday's audience from gathering in the lobby.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special
Almond Soba Noodles

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Who totally doesn't buy the line about her boss being sick, and might be looking for some gossip.

Having recognized that she didn't have many friends on the island yet, and wanting to keep the ones she had, Aphrodite felt an urgent need to smooth things over Mary. She waited in the lobby, hoping she could spot her at the desk, but Mary never appeared.

Finally, she approached. "Excuse me?"

Hoshi looked up from her book. "Can I help you with something?" she asked.

"Hi. I'm looking for Mary. Is she around today?"

"No, she's not here today. She said she was sick, if you believe that. I don't," said Hoshi, rolling her eyes. "She probably just had too much to drink or something."

"Uh. No, that's not -- I mean, she wouldn't . . ."

And that was the goddess of love looking suddenly very worried and guilty.

"Right. Thanks. I'll just -- go."

And she walked away toward the elevators.

A cranky, uncaffeinated Reese entered the lobby dragging along her luggage.

"Dammit, Ted, answer your phone!" But for the fourth time the call went to voicemail. Reese gritted her teeth and pocketed the phone, she'll deal with Ted later, first...

Reese reined in her anger and faced the kid manning the lobby. "Hi, there any rooms available?"

"There certainly are. Singles, doubles, all sorts of suites, and I think the entire second floor is empty at the moment," said Hoshi, pulling out the rate list for the various room types, if Reese needed to see them.

"I'll take Singles," Reese said, "I won't be here long." She hoped. Behind her glasses Reese narrowed her eyes, the girl was the first person she met in this island. "Where is 'here'?"

"This is Fandom Island, off the coast of Lexington Park, Maryland," said Hoshi, passing over the key to room 308. "Maryland is in the United States, by the way. And the year is 2009. Any other blanks I can fill in for you?"

"Maryland," oh yeah, that was not her happy voice. "How am I in Mary--" Reese cut herself off, Ted was dead. "You know what," Reese grabbed the key, "just give me the forms to fill or whatever I need to do. I gotta make a call."

"It happens. I'm one of those lucky ones who was time-displaced," said Hoshi. "Just sign here for the guest register and you're all set."

Time-displaced? Was that what kids called jet lag these days?

Reese took a pen and signed the register, 'Dani Reese, Los Angeles.'

"Thanks, can I get my bags brought up? I dragged 'em from the docks and I rather not repeat that."

"No problem. I'll make sure someone takes them up to your room," said Hoshi, grinning. It sounded like a job for Gunther.

"Thanks," Reese said with a nod and stepped away from the lobby, pulling her phone from her pocket.

Because you have no gossip to offer or don't want to deal with Hoshi's attitude.

Again, possible SP throughout the afternoon, but around in the evening.

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