The Arms Hotel, Saturday

[redhairgoldheart]

Mary was not sure what happened to her hotel while she was on her lengthy trip to rehab a health spa. It was bad enough that she found her room occupied by a gremlin wearing her best negligee. Now she was finding that available rooms were plentiful, but the same could not be said for beds.

"What do you mean there's only one bed per room? Even the standard rooms? But I remember them having at least two queen size beds!" Mary argued with her head housekeeper. "Those extra beds can't simply vanish, right?" That gave Mary pause, wondering if she had gotten rid of the extra beds while drinking and forgotten about it. It wouldn't have been her first brush with alcohol-induced amnesia.

"Never mind," she said, moving to her spot at the front desk. "I'll stay in my current room. Just see if you can get me a broom or a baseball bat so I can get that gremlin out of my underwear."

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Comments

Talk To Mary

[redhairgoldheart]

Who is really hoping that there are enough rooms to go around, even if there aren't enough beds.

Mod Your Service

[redhairgoldheart]

And head straight to your shared room with shared bed.

OOC

[redhairgoldheart]

I actually lived this trope on my last road trip.

Re: OOC

[throughaphase]

I lived this trope on a trip with my brother. However as it was the worst hotel in the world (it's since closed, rebranded, and closed again) we played rock, paper, scissors, loser gets the bed.