fandomtownies | The Arms Hotel, Saturday

Mary never should have agreed to run a promotional deal with Portalocity. When they sent over their first list of reservations for the weekend, it was no big deal. When a second list arrived 20 minutes later with more reservations, Mary found more rooms, although it took a little bit of effort. When the third list of reservations arrived, Mary called over two of her maids to ask if there were any additional rooms available. Unfortunately, there weren't many, due to gremlin damage. When Portalocity faxed over a fourth list of additional reservations, Mary started frantically trying to call the Portalocity representatives to tell them that the hotel had no rooms left. But there was no answer, and then another fax arrived from the Portalocity offices with even more reservations.

Somehow, Mary managed to find beds for everyone, even if it meant a roll-away cot in a shared room. But she had a feeling it was going to be a rough weekend. "Free breakfast for everyone this weekend," she told Gunther. "Maybe we should throw in free lunch and dinner as well if they want it. We're going to have some unhappy guests complaining about the arrangements all weekend and we might as well give them something. Oh, and can you grab all the extra spoons you can find? Someone requested them."

Welcome to the Arms Hotel
Today's Specials:
Pan-Roasted Swordfish Steaks with Mixed Peppercorn Butter
Lentil Salad with Tomato and Dill
Concord Grape Sorbet

No Vacancy

[Room Assignments are here. If you specified that a child or pet was staying in the room, that's fine even if they aren't listed on the spreadsheet.]

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Yes, she is bracing herself for all the complaints. Also, she's going to kill the Portalocity rep if he dare shows his face around here.

Well now this place brought back memories. Clark couldn't help looking out for Ernest as he walked in, suitcase in hand.

Which of course meant that he almost bumped into a chair in the lobby and and somewhat clumsily caught himself before hand.

"Hello." he smiled when he saw Mary. "How's uhm, how's the hotel business?"

"Normally pretty quiet, but today it's busier than Las Vegas during a Elvis impersonator convention," said Mary. "You don't happen to be the Portalocity representative, by chance? Because I think they got us mixed up with a much bigger property."

Clark chuckled. "Oh no, no I'm not. I'm Clark Kent, I'm actually uhm, checking in. Also I used to manage this place. A uh, a few years ago."

"Really?" There were so many questions that Mary wanted to ask, but only one came to mind at the moment. "Did you have any problems with gremlins moving into the linen closet on the first floor, or did they just do that to keep me on my toes?"

"Oh, my." Clark almost shuddered. "No, no I don't recall the Gremlins ever coming here. "Is everyone okay?" Things had been difficult enough without that happening.

"I managed to evict the gremlins not too long again. Then I added extra lighting to make it easier to find stuff and make it less gremlin-friendly, but I always worry about them coming back," said Mary. "I've managed to stick around this long without getting bitten and I'd like to keep it that way."

"Especially if those squirrels are still around." Clark agreed. "How long have you been...I mean I don't actually know how long it's been here since I left."

"I've been here for a while. I stopped keeping track after a while," said Mary. "And the squirrels are still around. I used to leave a bottle of rum for them if I wanted to be left alone, but then I stopped keeping liquor around for certain reasons."

Clark didn't drink, lightweight that he was. But he wasn't one to judge. "You know, I don't think it ever occurred to me to bribe them. Of course they had a sort of rivalry with my pet duck, so...no bribery might have been possible." Good old Saigo. Good old, odd, slightly crazy Saigo.

"You had a pet duck?" asked Mary. She'd seen some unusual pets before, but she'd never seen anyone who kept a duck.

"Uhm, yes. He uh...was fairly unique as uhm, ducks went. Not long after I moved in all the water on the island turned to coffee, and he got overly caffeinated, somehow tied a kamikaze headband on and injured himself. I uhm, took care of him and he just sort of stayed around after that."

Mary couldn't help laughing. "I wish we got coffee instead of water more often! That would make things a lot easier when Gunther breaks the coffee maker. "

"Is Gunther your chef or your maintenance man?" Clark asked. "I don't think the fellow who worked here when I did ever managed to break the coffee maker. Almost everything else it seems, but not that."

"He's the chef. I don't really have a maintenance man. Usually I just hire whatever handyman is available on the island, or I hire a contractor if there's anything big that needs to be done," said Mary.

Ernest had actually been pretty good at cleaning up after his various disasters. "I don't believe I ever needed to do anything drastic." Clark mused. "Though, I suppose every now and then the housekeeping staff had their hands full. Between invasions and parents/graduation weekends it could get rather hairy."

"Sort of like this weekend I guess?"

"Well, the last property I worked at before coming here had a bomb destroy several guest rooms, so I suppose I've had it easy since I've been here. Nothing quite that bad has happened in Fandom," said Mary.

She didn't happen to have worked at the Metropolis Hilton did she?

"Yikes! Yes somehow that does seem worse than Trolls. More uhm, more personal I suppose."

It's a big lobby, with plenty of space to spread out, grab a bite to eat, and gripe about your weekend roommates.

Buffy finally made her way from the park to the Arms, where she discovered that she would be sharing a room over the weekend. ...Well, at least Rikku's name looked familiar... She still looked a little confused. Not unhappy, just confused.

All of a sudden, there was a very loud bang. And a thump, and another one, and then a sound that was a bit like a duck was being strangled painfully.

Oh, wait, that was singing. Very, very bad singing.

"JERRY! We are late for our show!"

"No, Jerry! I haven't got any musicals left!"

"They were stolen!"

"To Puerto Rico, for the lost treasure!"

Do not mind the ~~two clearly insane people~~ lounge singers who were now tearing across the lobby, in their ~~bad wigs and house dresses~~ glamorous chic looks. They had a show to get to! Probably!

I think I got everyone, although there was a weird thing with the RNG initially trying to put all of my characters in the same room together. Poke me here if something doesn't make sense.

The Arms Hotel, Saturday

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