fandomtownies | The Umbridge Arms, Tuesday

Mary was not having a good day. Gunther had gone missing again. He had never really picked a side, but he knew that she was hiding Resistance members in the hotel and never said a word about it. Mary could only hope that he continued to keep his mouth shut if he fell into the hands of Loyalists.

For now, all she could do was remain calm and see what information she could get from the Loyalists who thought that she was their friend. As she pondered who to go to, she started to sing:

I've seen shadows down the road
And baby, it's cold
And I'm one year older
And baby, I know
The window's covered with frost
And, Jesus, a loss
Counting up the cost;
Let's get real; not much is possible

And I don't know whether
I believe in me
But I still believe in my friends

I still believe in my friends

I never wanted to be much of a martyr
Don't worry baby it can't get any harder,
Then it gets harder
And I can't carry you anymore
What doesn't kill you will make you stronger
I'm not dead yet so I must be stronger
Then it gets longer
Counting all the moments I can sit alone with you in the dark.

I've seen wonders beyond compare
And hope in despair.
I've been counting out my blessings
And baby, you're one
And one is better than none;
It's better than none.

Of course it had to be another one of those days.

Welcome to the Umbridge Arms!
Today's Specials
Stilton Cauliflower Soup
Shepherd's Pie
Sticky Toffee Pudding

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Isabel was at the front desk, going through paperwork and frowning occasionally when she'd catch herself singing softly.

"Are all of last night's receipts in order?" asked Mary loudly, then in a whisper, she added, "Something's not right. I can't find Gunther anywhere. He knows too much about where things are hidden."

"Nowhere to run to, baby. Nowhere to hide. Got nowhere to run to, baby. Nowhere to hide", Isabel sang softly before snapping her mouth shut. "Dammit, I'm really starting to hate this island."

"Receipts are all in order so we're good there. As for the other?" She shrugged helplessly.

Mary chuckled. At least some things about life in Fandom did not change.

"Good. I don't want to get stuck going over the books all night. Maybe I'll get a chance to go out for a walk around town," she said. It wouldn't be much of a casual walk, more like a frantic search.

"I'll keep the desk covered," she promised, mentally running through a list of places where Gunther might be. "So you don't have to worry about that."

Yakko and a sheep walked up to the Arms and saw the specials list. The sheep started crying. Yakko hugged it consolingly. "It's okay. I'm sure he's gone to a far tastier place. Let's go get you some ice cream."

And then he left with the crying sheep.

For Resistance members in hiding!

The room has been set up with extra bunks in the back for those who need to rest during the day so they can operate at night. A sympathetic sous chef has set up coffee and and sandwiches on a spare table in the corner.

There is a distressing lack of icons of Mary wearing pink, so here's one of her not wearing very much at all.

The Umbridge Arms, Tuesday

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