Arms Hotel, Wednesday, 12/14

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Quinn had not worn her Snuggy to work today.

After she saw some of the guests roaming around in them, she kind of wished she had.

The hotel was open, and Quinn was at the front desk directing traffic now that all the hotel's supplies were coming in at once. It smelled like Gunther was having a little fun with having more ingredients to work from.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Ask About Our Holiday Rates.
Today's Specials: Greek Octopus in Tomato Sauce
Pork with Chestnut Sauce

[OOC: Open hotel, no OCD!]

Magic Box [12/14]

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Shira was still riding on the relief of everybody that she cared about existing again. In Fandom, anyway. She still needed to check on the Reserves. But still, everybody from Fandom was there again and that alone was cause for relief.

She might've been singing to herself as she moved around the shop, a song from back home. Something nobody would recognize, at any rate. One of the first times she'd felt comfortable enough to sing a song from home.

The Boards, Wednesday Evening

[furnaceface]

"Well, we've all survived," Jono intoned, looking around at the people who had gathered for the rehearsal today. "And just in the nick of time, too. I know the Nothing did a fair bit of eating into our rehearsal time, but the show is scheduled for Friday, tickets are on sale, and so help me, we're going to have something to show for this."

If he had to dress them all up in elf suits and throw them on the stage for an improv performance, he'd do it. Don't think he won't, guys.

"So, I want to have something to show for all of this insanity by the end of the day. If that means more rehearsals, fine. If you can pull it all together tonight, even better. And if we get through this, I'll... I don't know. I'll let you all come up with some sort of grand idea for a cast party, if you want. So. Rehearse."

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