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fandomtownies2014-09-06 10:21 am
gunslingerpose) wrote in fandomtownies2014-09-06 10:21 am
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The Arms Hotel, Saturday
Today had already been... interesting. That was a good word for it. Nikolai had woken up on his couch with some kind of tiny goat sleeping on his chest, wearing a pair of sunglasses, with no goddamn clue who he was, or where he was, or why the hell he had a goat in the first place. There were bills on the table, at least, and so he managed to figure out his name quickly enough, as well as the fact that he was apparently the sort of person to make long-distance phone calls to people all around the world. And the sort of person who apparently slept with his shades on.
The explanation he had for all of this so far was that he was probably some sort of eccentric with memory issues, who had a goat (the goat kicked him whenever he called her that within earshot) as some manner of assistance animal and who... somehow knew J-Lo personally. Movie star who suffered some kind of head injury? He had weights in this hotel apartment, but he sure as hell wasn't some kind of bodybuilder. And he had no real explanation for the leather duster and goggles setup in his closet, except that maybe he figured he was some kind of motorcycle cowboy.
He wouldn't have even made it downstairs for his hotel shift at all if it hadn't been for the fact that he was hungry, his fridge was pretty much bare, and he couldn't remember or even begin to guess at the passwords for his laptop and his phone. One of the cooks caught him before he could wander outside, goat (Maaah!) in tow, informed him that he was late, and then sat him down at the hotel desk.
Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials:
Beef Stroganoff
Quinoa Vegetable Salad
Apple Crunch Pie with Vanilla Sauce
1/2 off to anyone who woke up today not knowing their name!
"Well. That rules out the movie star thing."
"Maah."
Nikolai took off his shades to rub at his temple. He was getting a headache from this.
Somebody across the room froze, and then fainted dead away when he put his shades back on. But rubbing at his temple seemed to help with the headache, at least, and there was a list of emergency numbers at the front desk, so the situation was clearly well under control.
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The explanation he had for all of this so far was that he was probably some sort of eccentric with memory issues, who had a goat (the goat kicked him whenever he called her that within earshot) as some manner of assistance animal and who... somehow knew J-Lo personally. Movie star who suffered some kind of head injury? He had weights in this hotel apartment, but he sure as hell wasn't some kind of bodybuilder. And he had no real explanation for the leather duster and goggles setup in his closet, except that maybe he figured he was some kind of motorcycle cowboy.
He wouldn't have even made it downstairs for his hotel shift at all if it hadn't been for the fact that he was hungry, his fridge was pretty much bare, and he couldn't remember or even begin to guess at the passwords for his laptop and his phone. One of the cooks caught him before he could wander outside, goat (Maaah!) in tow, informed him that he was late, and then sat him down at the hotel desk.
Today's Specials:
Beef Stroganoff
Quinoa Vegetable Salad
Apple Crunch Pie with Vanilla Sauce
1/2 off to anyone who woke up today not knowing their name!
"Well. That rules out the movie star thing."
"Maah."
Nikolai took off his shades to rub at his temple. He was getting a headache from this.
Somebody across the room froze, and then fainted dead away when he put his shades back on. But rubbing at his temple seemed to help with the headache, at least, and there was a list of emergency numbers at the front desk, so the situation was clearly well under control.
[Open!]
Mod Your Service!
Talk to Nikokai!
A goat who hated being called a goat.
He was feeling kind of weird about the goat, too.
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Maybe she did! She'd bet you didn't know!
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"I want to say it's going well," he shared, "but I think any potential hotel guests have forgotten that they're supposed to be here at all. Somebody did collapse in the lobby earlier. That was enough excitement for one morning."
Yeah, he had no idea that was actually his fault. Oops.
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Pushing what? She had no idea. She was just going with it.
"My suite's ready, though, right?"
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"No, I just let the guy lay on the floor until the janitor came by and dragged him off."
Even without his memories, Nikolai was a smartass.
"Which suite did you book?"
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"The Presidential."
Hopefully it wasn't occupied. Or she was going to throw a fit! A fit, I tell you!
"Smartass," she added belatedly. "Really. Is this the way you talk to your boss?"
No, really, is it?
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It was entirely possible, as he turned to poke at the computer, that he was actually actively stalling for time while he tried to figure out how the booking program worked. He had no frigging clue.
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She had six! And no idea which one was real!
But hey, this one looked a lot like her, except blonde, and more... something?
"Astra Jones."*
*[In case she ever had to claim to be Bo's sister, or wife. Because that day would come, probably.]
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Look who figured out the program and noticed that the suite wasn't booked at all!
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Hmm. One of these cards should have Jones on it...
While she was looking, she noticed the goat. Then gave Nikolai a very dubious glance.
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"Company mascot," he explained. It wasn't like he had any idea what was up with the little thing either, but she had attempted to kick the door to follow him outside when he went to leave his hotel room, so letting her hang out alone was apparently not an option.
"Maah," Kathy agreed. Or observed. Or just bleated for the sake of bleating. One of those things.
"I can add the booking again, that's easy enough, but it says here that I need valid ID and a functional credit card before I hand out the key. Business. You know how it is."
Presumably. Since she was trying to get into the Presidentil Suite and all.
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Ooo, look, a black Visa! That had to work, right? It even said Jones on it!
"You do know I own this hotel, right?"
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Nikolai's eyebrow went up. No, he did not know that. At all.
"Then you won't mind following hotel policy. You can reimburse your bank account later from the Hotel's accounts easily enough." A pause, and the computer went 'ding' in that 'I am a highly annoyed piece of equipment because you had the gall to hit a button before doing something' sort of way. "I need a password to book this one without a credit card number attached, and I don't have that clearance. Program won't let me."
Or, you know, he just couldn't remember the password.
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She did kinda wonder where she got it from, though.
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Seriously, he couldn't remember working here before today. He was probably not all that attached to this job.
He did take the card, though, swiped it and everything. The machine took a moment to process, and then... it also made an angry beeping sound. A sound more along the lines of 'I don't like this card. At all. Try again.'
Nick regarded the machine coolly for a moment, and then held the card back out toward her.
"You have another one, Ms. Jones? Because the system is telling me that this one would make excellent confetti if ever there was a desperate need for it."
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Oh, yup, that had to be it.
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Yes, he was tucking one of those into a drawer in the front desk. Why?
"Knock yourself out," he said. "If you can get this working, all power to you."
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(What was she even going to do with it? Why did she want it? A Woman of Mystery with a card machine... things to consider later.)
She poked at a few buttons, frowned, and poked another one, getting a little obnoxious BEEP and extra paper for her efforts.
"Yup. Broken. Okay! So, what are we going to do about this?"
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This was sketchy. This was super sketchy. And for some reason, the idea that something criminal was going on around here had him actually kind of wanting to keep her around.
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SCORE SCORE SCORE DING DING DING!
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He was so accommodating! See what an excellent employee he was, Ms. Jones?
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"You're a peach, dude." She leaned over. "Keep doing a good job, goat!"
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Nikolai spared Kenzi the wrath of a tiny antelope by scooping Kathy up into his arms as though she was a tiny dog.
"If there's anything else you need," he said, "feel free to call down. There's somebody on hand at all hours to make certain your needs are seen to."
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Cue retreat! To nice suite with nom nom nom 'put it on my tab' room service!
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Yeah, yeah, he'd kept one of the slips. Yeah, they'd call a bank first, just to be damn sure that card had been declined for the reason they thought it had been. And then, kitchen guy advised, they ought to place another phone call after that.
Nikolai grinned and rested his hands by his sides like an old west gunslinger.
Busted, Ms. Jones. By a guy who had spent entirely too long trying to locate his own damn underwear drawer this morning.
That was actually pretty sad.
OOC!
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