fandomtownies | The Arms Hotel, Monday, 10/04

Entry tags:

The Arms Hotel, Monday, 10/04

Quinn had been happy, in the end, to see her mom and Finn. She was also happy they'd made it off the island without having to fight their way through a swarm of bloodsucking hummingbirds, or whatever the island would come up with. And her mom had taken her shopping off the island yesterday, which meant she had some new cute cardigans. Win-win.

Today, she was making sure all the rooms that had been in use over the weekend were nice, spotless, and without any lingering guests who had overstayed their welcome.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials: Southeast Asian Style Turkey Burger
Sesame Coleslaw

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

If you want!

If you'd rather!

It had been a long weekend, and Mary looked noticeably worn out as she stopped by the front desk.

"Are they all finally gone?" she asked.

"I had to get a maid to practically chase the last one out with a broom," Quinn said coolly. "But yes, I think we're back to normal now. You look like that'll be good news."

"I don't think I've done this much crisis management since my hotel in Vegas had Groundhog Summer ending the same weekend as a sci-fi convention," said Mary. "Can you believe that Gunther tried to cook one of the guests?"

"I didn't hear that," Quinn said, with some alarm. "Is the person okay? What happened?"

"It wasn't a person, it was a talking crab that made a reservation for the weekend," said Mary. "There was also a pig and a frog staying on a different floor, so I warned Gunther not to cook any pork or frog legs. But I went to grab something from the kitchen on Saturday, and there was Gunther, chasing the crab with his rolling pin! The crab got away, but I had to comp his entire stay."

"Okay, if you were a crab," Quinn asked -- logically, she thought, "why would you get a hotel room? I always thought they were happy on the beach with the seaweed and everything."

"This crab happened to be the royal court composer for some place called Atlantica. I guess the beach just wasn't good enough," said Mary. "I probably should have asked more questions, but I was a little freaked out at the time."

"Yeah, I don't think I could have a serious conversation with a crab," Quinn admitted. "Even if he was royalty or something."

"Well, the next time it happens, I'll be prepared," said Mary. "Actually, I wonder I should buy some fish tanks before the next time an aquatic guest checks in. You never know around this place."

"You could have kiddie pools," Quinn suggested. "Easier to store when they aren't in use."

"Oooh, that would be easier and cost-efficient. I like the way you think," said Mary, grinning. "I'll have to take a look at see what options are available."

Re: Talk to Quinn [10/4]

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com - 2010-10-05 01:16 (UTC) - Expand

Yes, because the regular guests were so much better than the ones that just left.

Really.

Sherlock snapped and pointed in the most polite manner he could manage. "Phone."

Quinn sighed audibly and pretended to be immersed in a magazine. "Pay phones are down that hall to the left."

People didn't just snap at her and expect her to be polite, did they?

Sherlock almost considered that. "No, I don't need a landline. I know you have a mobile."

What teenage girl dressed like that wouldn't?

"Well, yeah," Quinn conceded. "I don't loan it out to random people. Landline or nothing."

He'd probably text skeevy pictures to her friends.

"I am a guest here and I believe you're supposed to accommodate me," Sherlock pointed out.

Quinn folded her arms, finally looking up from In Style.

"I'm supposed to accommodate you as long as it's reasonable. I don't see why you need my personal phone when the hotel has public phones. It's kind of creepy."

Customer service and tact? What were those?

"Because my number might be recognized." Really, Quinn. Really.

That wasn't odd at all.

"And that makes me want to hand my phone right over," Quinn pointed out. "Are you stalking somebody? You can get a $15 phone at the Kwik-E-Mart for that."

Sherlock just gave her a confused look. "If I was stalking someone, I don't think calling them would be the best option."

Duh.

"That would just alarm them and make studying them harder."

Now Quinn was getting bizarrely curious. "But you said you didn't want anybody to see your number, so --"

She sighed and pulled out her phone, offering it across the counter. It was very pink. "Here. Do anything creepy with it and I'll make sure you never get clean sheets again."

Well, it was either going to be distressingly pink or covered in rhinestones.

"I'll just switch them my my neighbor's," Sherlock replied, typing in a message before hitting send and handing it back.

Poor, poor John was going to never get clean sheets.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Mod Your Service [10/4]

Talk to Quinn [10/4]

Re: Talk to Quinn [10/4]

Re: Talk to Quinn [10/4]

Re: Talk to Quinn [10/4]

Re: Talk to Quinn [10/4]

Re: Talk to Quinn [10/4]

Re: Talk to Quinn [10/4]

Re: Talk to Quinn [10/4]

Re: Talk to Quinn [10/4]

Re: Talk to Quinn [10/4]

Re: Talk to Quinn [10/4]

Re: Talk to Quinn [10/4]

Re: Talk to Quinn [10/4]

Re: Talk to Quinn [10/4]

Re: Talk to Quinn [10/4]

Re: Talk to Quinn [10/4]

Re: Talk to Quinn [10/4]

Re: Talk to Quinn [10/4]

Re: Talk to Quinn [10/4]

Re: Talk to Quinn [10/4]

Re: Talk to Quinn [10/4]

Re: Talk to Quinn [10/4]

Re: Talk to Quinn [10/4]

OOC [10/4]