The Arms Hotel, Saturday

[gunslingerpose]

So, this was Nikolai's first day on the job, watching the desk at the Arms Hotel. And, accurate to what Mary had told him about the place, most of his job here seemed to involve arguing with telemarketers over the phone between taking reservations. What the hell would the hotel even do with thirty gallons of violet edible body paint? What the hell would anyone do with thirty gallons of edible body paint? And why did this man keep calling back asking him to confirm where he should drop off the shipment?

Welcome to the Arms Hotel
Today's Specials:
Melitzanopita
Millet Saganaki with Shrimp and Ouzo
Roasted Plums with Greek Yogurt

Nikolai had a few suggestions about where to stick it, but he more or less behaved himself for most of the day. And then, after the seventh call, cracked and had them forward the shipment on to the BWI, who still hadn't found his wallet or his luggage.

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Comments

Talk to Nikolai

[gunslingerpose]

He'll be more or less happy to hand you a key and tell you to piss off, just so long as you're not trying to sell him any paint.

Mod Your Service

[gunslingerpose]

That Gunther guy seems to know what's going on. If nothing else, he can probably serve you some decent food, and he knows his way around the building.

OOC

[gunslingerpose]

It's been raining so hard outside today that there's really no incentive for me to be anywhere but riiiight here all day. Hi.