The Arms Hotel, Friday

[redhairgoldheart]

With everything else done for the day, Mary thought she'd check up on her email in case she missed anything important. Of course, trying to find the important emails lately was like searching for a needle in a haystack. But lately, the contents of her inbox seemed to arise to a whole new level of craziness. "Gunther, please tell me you did not use my email address to subscribe to a mailing list about how to train gremlins to do chores!" she yelled over to the kitchen.

When there was no response, Mary left the desk and poked her head into the kitchen, where she found Gunther twirling like a ballerina while a gremlin wearing an apron scuttled away into the pantry.

The Arms Hotel was open, though room service would be temporarily unavailable.


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Comments

Talk To Mary

[redhairgoldheart]

As she clutches Gunther's rolling pin while watching the kitchen entrance.

Mod Your Service

[redhairgoldheart]

The rest of the hotel staff would be happy to assist you. Or you could watch Gunther's performance of "Swan Lake."

OOC

[redhairgoldheart]

There are probably scarier things in my email.