The Arms Hotel, Saturday

[gunslingerpose]

"Jesus H. Christ."

So, Nikolai had been bored today at work, and a little tired after a late night out in Baltimore. So he'd started looking for brainless browser games to play, since it also happened to be a fairly quiet day at the hotel, and he'd done all of the calling around he needed to do for his job back in LA. And, in looking for something brainless to do, he'd stumbled across what was probably the most pointless game of all.

Except that the most pointless game of all was starting to get weird in unforeseen ways, and now Nick wasn't certain if that was the way the game was meant to be, or if Fandom was fucking with him on his lazy day at work.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials:
Grandma's Braised Rabbit
Spiced Pumpkin Oatmeal Cookies
Snickerdoodles

This stupid clicking game couldn't really be this messed up. Couldn't possibly. Had to be Fandom.

Yeah. Nick was going to keep telling himself that. And clicking.

[Open!]

Caritas, Saturday Evening

[newroutines]

Some people were out on a field trip, and some other people were manning the bar in town and going through their email on their phone. Mike was very much in the latter group. And it was okay! It was useful. As it turned out, it had been a long time since he'd last checked his email, and it was killing time nicely to go through them and weed out the few emails that actually had any worth.

Mostly, he was chuckling at some of the Viagra spam and reading them out to Tino, who was not pleased.

[ooc: no ocd!]