fandomtownies | The Arms Hotel, Saturday

It was one of those Saturdays. The sort of Saturday where Nikolai had headed down for his shift at the desk, and business had been slow. Molasses slow. Nick didn't want to go so far as to say glaciers moved faster, but so help him, it was dead. He'd answered the phone a couple of times, replied to a few e-mails, and now he was just kind of standing there, bored. Getting paid to be bored, sure, but still bored. Hell, he was tempted to call his boss back in Hollywood and see if any spoiled starlets were on the East coast looking for a new agent. It would at least get him off of the maddeningly small island for a while. He decided against it, at least until he knew he could work around his eye condition without accidentally putting Ron Perlman or Kevin Bacon into a coma.

He wasn't sure how he wound up there, but now he was entertaining himself between telemarketer calls and hotel guests by playing silly internet games. Because, really, there was nothing else to do. Except stand around looking bored, of course.

Welcome To The Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials:
... Fish. Some sort of fish.

He was going to be occupied playing Fishy at least until he caused some sort of mass-extinction in his little internet flash-game pond. Or until there was something actually productive to do. One of those.

[ooc: Open! And flying without OCD today, because bored, lazy Saturday, that's why.]