The Arms Hotel, Saturday

[gunslingerpose]

It was probably some sort of testimony to how Nikolai was adapting to life on the island that it actually took him a while to figure out what the hell was different when he went down for his shift at the hotel desk. It was't the flower crowns, no, though Nick was sporting his own in an assortment of larkspurs and narcissus, and the damn thing kept slipping down over his face, pushing his shades lower on his nose. It wasn't Gunther's insistence that he put 'candied flowers' on the specials board, even if Nikolai was a bit wary of serving candied pansies to people if they had materialized out of nowhere on the head chef's head.

It wasn't until about noon that he figured it out.

"Who unplugged the telephone?"

The silence had been golden.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel
Today's Specials:
Pacific Rockfish with Edible Flowers
Rose Petal Flan
Violet Ice Cream with a Candied Pansy Garnish

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Mod Your Service!

[gunslingerpose]

The staff will be wearing your dinner tonight.

Talk to Nikolai!

[gunslingerpose]

He's spending a lot of time fixing his shades on his nose, today.

OOC!

[gunslingerpose]

I think my roommate is attempting to make some sort of pancake substitute using cornstarch and eggs.

I'm gonna stay safely on the other side of the apartment until he's finished.