http://itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2009-07-23 11:16 am
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The Arms Hotel Lobby, Thursday [7/23]

Hoshi was bored. Normally, she would have played catch with Porthos when she was bored at work, but she no longer had Porthos. Gunther helpfully suggested that she could work on her German. So she told him, in German, where he could stick his German lessons.

It was worth it just to see Gunther's face turn purple as he got flustered by Hoshi's words. Hoshi thought her German vocabulary was just fine, thank you very much.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special
Fresh Shrimp Spring Rolls with Spicy Korean Barbecue Sauce


[Open! The OCD bit into a chili pepper and ran to get a glass of water.]

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2009-07-23 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack was out for a bit of a wander again, and saw...well, that got his attention. Barbecue shrimp?

"Hey, there. How's things?" he asked.

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2009-07-23 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh? What workshop?" he asked, still trying to figure out how barbecue shrimp would work out.

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2009-07-23 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, maybe if we set up a game of Risk or something," he said. "I'm sure you could. Or Monopoly."



[why am I picturing Hoshi and Jack and others engaged in high-stakes money board games?]

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2009-07-23 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"Or chess!" he said, knowing he would lose and lose quickly. "Or even poker. Now that's a game."

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2009-07-23 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey, you okay? You need a drink or something?" he asked.

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2009-07-23 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Okay, if you say so," he said, getting a bit worried. "You want me to get someone?"

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2009-07-23 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Okay, sure. ...should I mention food, then?" It was important.

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2009-07-23 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm always hungry," he admitted. "But I don't want to be a bother." Which was true. At least, when the person in charge of the food was busy choking on something.

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2009-07-23 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"The special sounds good," he said. "I like me some barbecue sauce."

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2009-07-23 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack looked nonplussed. "I can take it," he said, boasting.

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2009-07-23 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack waited patiently, not aware of the gastrointestinal horrors that lay just a short meal away. "This better have a kick to it," he said to himself.

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2009-07-23 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thanks!" he said, sitting down to try the dish. He dipped a spring roll in the sauce, took a bite...and... managed to chew a bit before drinking the water. "That's some kick! I like it!" he said, his eyes watering a bit.

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2009-07-23 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack made a "blech" sound as he quietly, tastefully, spat that horking mess out into a napkin. "Rotting fish?!" he exclaimed, drinking more water. "That's too much!"