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The Arms Hotel Lobby, Friday [5/14]

There was a fair amount of rushing around, trying to finish all the preparations for today's check-ins. Mary had reserved the entire fifth floor for the guests arriving for the convention, though the specialty suites were all available as well. She really wasn't sure what to expect from "gods" and hoped things would go smoothly.

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She's waiting at the front desk with room keys, directions, maps -- and fully expecting to get her brain broken before the weekend is over.

Gabriel didn't really need a hotel room, at least not for most of the same reasons a mortal would. But when in Rome and all that. At least there were no togas involved this time.

"Hi!" he said when he got to the front desk. "I'm checking in."

"Great!" said Mary. "Were you interested in upgrading to a larger room? I do have some suites available."

"That all depends. Would you be at all put out if I made my own suite?"

"Make your own suite?" asked Mary, confused. "Why, no, I wouldn't mind at all but I would like to know how you plan on doing that."

"Oh, I'd just snap my fingers," Gabriel explained. Sort of.

"I see." No, she didn't exactly understand, but Mary had seen enough in Fandom to know that some things were unexplainable.

"Would you be requiring anything else? A space on the fifth floor? Mini bar? Towels?"

"Just a room," Gabriel said. "I can take care of all the perks. Though if you have a decent pastry chef, I might like to see a room service menu."

Somewhat relieved that he would at least need a room, Mary handed over a key and a copy of the room service menu. "We have an excellent pastry chef," she said. "He does a magnificent apple strudel."

"Does he, now? I'll definitely have to check that out," Gabriel said, smiling as he took the key and menu from her.

"Let me know if you need any recommendations," said Mary. "There's also some really good restaurants in town, including a God of Biscuits."

Father Clifford had been somewhat surprised when he arrived in Fandom. He hadn't realized they had castles in America.

Never the less, he shouldered his pack and made his way to the hotel.

Good lord this place was fancy. He tried not to look out of place as he approached the desk.

"Hello and welcome to the Arms Hotel!" said Mary, smiling at the latest arrival. "I bet you're here for the convention.

"Did the collar give it away?" Peter smiled back.

"Partially," said Mary. "Also, from the looks of the reservations, it seems everyone arriving today is coming for the convention, so it was a lucky guess. Anyway, I have some very nice rooms reserved on the fifth floor, but if you'd like to upgrade to a suite, that's also available."

"Uh no, I don't think I could justify that expense to the diocese." Peter said. "A room on the fifth floor will be fine."

"No problem," said Mary, handing over a key. "You should be happy to know that you get a discounted rate for being with the rest of the convention group, though room service and the mini bar will cost a bit extra. Any questions?"

"Would you be able to tell me anything about the big ~~fuckoff~~ castle?"

"The castle? That's actually the school," said Mary. "Fandom High takes up most of the island."

"That's a school?" Peter repeated, surprised. "That's...really?"

"It's really a school," said Mary. "Perhaps I should give you a map of the island so you can find your way around."

"That would be lovely, thanks." he said. "I don't imagine I could get too lost though. It being an island and all."

The portal had arrived at Fandom when the sun was still high in the sky ~~never mind where it was when the mun pinged~~ and Saetan knew that he'd need to spend the brightest hours of the day sleeping unless he wanted a vicious headache that night.

"Greetings, lady," he said when he arrived at the front desk. "Prince Saetan Daemon SaDiablo, checking in. My room?"

There were times that Mary loved Fandom, and this was one of them. She'd never seen so many members of royalty in such a short period of time when she worked in Las Vegas.

"Certainly! Your room is ready for you," said Mary. "I have you down for something on the fifth floor with the rest of the convention guests, but if you prefer, there are still some suites available on the 7th floor."

"A suite?" Saetan looked intrigued. "Please tell me more."

"You'd get a lot more room, a king-size bed, whirlpool bath, and a balcony," said Mary. "No one's booked the presidential suite yet. That has an extra bedroom and a full kitchen."

Saetan smiled. "The, uhh, presidential--" the word was unfamiliar in his mouth "--suite sounds excellent. Can I arrange to have my reservation transferred there?"

He pulled out a sheaf of gold notes from his wallet. "Shall I pay now, then?" he inquired.

"Wow," said Mary, gaping at the gold notes. That was something else she didn't see often in Vegas. "I can definitely transfer your reservation. And you only need to leave a deposit now and pay the remaining balance when you check out."

"Thank you, kind lady," Saetan said. "My niece mentioned something about getting appropriate currency and this will allow me time to do so." He put about two thirds of the notes back into his wallet and placed the rest on the desk between them. "Will this then cover the deposit?"

"That will definitely cover your room department," said Mary, smiling. "Let me get your key, and I'll give you a map of the town if you'd like to take a look around. There is a bank that should be able to give you the correct currency."

"Excellent, thank you," Saetan said. "My niece has also offered to play tour guide, so I would very much like to have a map so I can see everything she is avoiding."

"Excellent idea," said Mary, handing over the key and map. "And if there is anything I can help you out with, let me know. I live upstairs so I am always available."

"I simply wish to know the name of the lady who has treated me most kindly," Saetan said with a charming smile. He wasn't flirting, exactly. It was that he simply adored females, he truly did. "Other than that, I am quite self-sufficient."

"Forgive me, but I seem to have forgotten my manners. My name is Mary Connell and I am the owner of this establishment," she said.

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"It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Connell," Saetan said, reaching for her hand. "And I was quite pleased with your hotel the last time I stayed, though my nephew handled the arrangements in that instance."

Hotel staff were stationed around the lobby to provide assistance where it was needed.

Please wait until the end of GodCon before ending the world.

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