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The Arms Hotel Lobby, Saturday [10/2]

Mary was feeling pretty tired today. Apparently Sam did not sleep, and while it was fun to stay up all night talking, Mary needed her sleep. She also really needed her coffee, but she couldn't figure out what happened to the coffee maker that used to be at the front desk.

She was just about to head into the kitchen to ask Gunther if he had seen the coffee maker when she heard a crash. Moments later, Sebastian came scuttling out of the kitchen and headed back towards his room, with Gunther right behind him, rolling pin in hand.

"No!" screamed Mary. "No trying to cook guests, Gunther! In fact, just to be safe, no cooking meat or seafood for the rest of the weekend. We're going vegetarian."

As Gunther protested, Mary heard a familiar giggle from behind her. "Nice to see some things don't change. Hey Gunther, it's good to see you again!" said Sam, looking very amused as she hugged Gunther, then led him back to the kitchen. "You know, I've really been craving that awesome salad you used to make. Think you can help me out?"

With the crisis over, Mary headed back to the front desk, still lacking coffee but feeling luck that she had a friend who could actually sweet-talk Gunther into behaving.

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Blueberry and Gorgonzola Salad with Mixed Greens
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Who is fairly certain that the next new guest to arrive will be a walking, talking cow.

By the time Medusa arrived at the hotel, her initial panic had calmed down and been replaced by the bone-deep certainty that Crystalia was doing something appalling even as they spoke. So it was a very worried-looking princess of Attilan who approached the front desk and asked Mary, "Excuse me, but I don't suppose you'd be able to tell me if my sister is staying here?"

"If you give me her name, I can check to see if she's checked in," said Mary, becoming concerned when she saw the worried look on Medusa's face.

"Her name is Crystal," Medusalith said. "Crystalia Amaquelin."

Mary checked her list, quickly locating a Crystalia Amaquelin who was staying in room 219. "It looks like she is staying here," she said with a reassuring smile.

So she wasn't staying in someone's apartment and/or dorm room. That was a start. "Can you tell me which room?" she asked. "I just want to check on her." And yell at her.

"Oh, we usually don't give out room numbers in order to protect the privacy of our guests, but I can give you the phone number to her room so you can call from the house phone and see if she's there," said Mary. She grabbed a sticky note and wrote down 555-5219, making sure the underline the last three numbers for emphasis. Hopefully Medusa understood what she was trying to convey.

"She doesn't know how to use a phone," Medusalith said unhappily. She was new enough to phones, also, to miss the message she was being given. "Thank you anyway, I suppose." Maybe she could chase down Maximus again--although she really didn't want to--and see if he knew which room she'd been given.

"I really hope you find your sister," said Mary, tapping the sticky note again. "Who knows? She may appear right in front of you."

"Doubtful," Medusalith said. "Although with how small this island is, she can't hide forever." It was like Attilan, that way. "Thank you," she said again, and walked off, taking the note with her crumpled in her hand.

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Price arrived at midday, a handsome and rugged looking fellow with a mohawk following him. They both wore uniforms of the SAS, even if both weren't technically members any more.

Price walked up to Mary, letting Soap stay back for the moment.

"How are you today, Mary?" he asked, his tone a little grim.

Even though she was tired, Mary give Price a weak smile. "Not bad. It's been a little hectic and my friend who is staying with me seems allergic to sleep, but it's been a good weekend so far."

Price chuckled. "Soap kept me up all night with his snoring, as well," he said.

Soap, for his part, coughed a little, embarrassed.

"I'm glad to hear you're not unwell. But I do have some unfortunate news to share. Well, partially unfortunate I suppose."

"As long as you don't have a walking, talking cow that is checking in and needs to be protected from my chef, it can't be all that bad," said Mary.

Price tilted his head, a bemused expression on his face. "Can't say that's the case," he said, but then the expression turned serious. "I'll be leaving the island tomorrow. And I don't think I'll be back any time soon."

"That is unfortunate," said Mary. "I suppose we all need to move on at some point. Will be you able to keep in touch?" she asked, glancing at the uniform, "Or will you be required to maintain radio silence?"

Price took one look back at Soap, then decided Mary deserved the truth. "I'm about to go on a mission to hunt down a terrorist while simultaneous trying to avoid the British and American forces that have labeled me a war criminal, so that said terrorist can actually clear my name."

Mary appreciated that Price was able to be truthful with her. "I wish you the best of luck. It's a shame I'm not in contact with my old boss, Ed Deline, because I think he could have been helpful," she said.

And that reminded her of who she had in the kitchen with Gunther. "While you're here, you really should meet my friend Sam. I could go grab her if you can wait for just a moment."

"Possibly," Price said, but he doubted it. "And I can wait, absolutely. I probably should be introducing Soap to you, as well. But I'll happily meet Sam."

"I'll be right back," promised Mary before dashing over to the kitchen. True to her word, she appeared a minute later with her friend in tow. "Captain Price, this is my friend Samantha Marquez. We used to work together at the same casino in Las Vegas before I came to Fandom."

Sam opened her mouth, as if she was going to say hello, but then she froze in place as she stared at Price.

Price gave Samantha a friendly smile. "Nice to meet you," he said. "Sam, Mary, may I introduce Captain John MacTavish."

Soap walked up and gave a little wave.

"Well, there we are, all introduced," Price said.

"It's very nice to meet you, Captain MacTavish," said Mary with a polite smile. She glanced at her friend, not quite sure why Sam wasn't her usual, friendly self.

Eventually Sam recovered from her shock and spoke up. "Uh, nice to meet you. Have you, um, ever been to Las Vegas?" she asked, staring at Price.

"Can't say I have," Price said. "Mostly do missions in less populated areas, and then it's back to Britain. I remind you of someone, then?"

"You look like someone I used to know," said Sam, who was still a bit rattled by the resemblance. "I, uh, should go back to the kitchen before Gunther does something stupid." And then she turned around and ran out of the lobby without looking back.

Mary was even more confused. "I'm sorry. She's normally a bit more talkative. I've never seen her act like that before, except when her ex-husband showed up unexpectedly."

"Must look like someone she doesn't like," Price said. "It's okay."

"She looked like she'd seen a ghost," Soap remarked.

"It wouldn't be the first time a ghost has shown up in Fandom," said Mary softly as an idea occurred to her. "Anyway, if I don't get a chance to see you before you leave, I hope all goes well on your mission."

"And if I don't come back," Price said. "It was a pleasure to know you, Mary."

"You're a good man, Captain Price," said Mary. "It was an honor to know you."

"I will haf you know!" Sebastian shouted angrily once he'd managed to escape from the mad chef and shook his claw in fury. "I will expect a hefty deduction from my bill for dis!"

"Please accept my apologies. I am completely mortified that Gunther would behave in such a manner after I warned him to treat all of our guests with respect," said Mary, looking rather embarrassed. "I would be happy to comp your entire stay."

"Well, den!" Sebastian straightened his shell importantly. "I should expect no---"

But his words were cut off with a sharp, surprisingly high pitched shriek as he caught a glimmer of light that looked like it might be a cleaver and he scampered off before that madman could even have another stab at him.

There's plenty of extra NPC help today, with the concierge, the bell hops and the extra desk clerk, along with Gunther.

I love Parents Weekend. :D

May be slow to respond at times today, but I am definitely around.

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