It's like the fun never ends.

[mansionstaff]

Who: Errybody
What: HOT SPRINGS: HOTEL EDITION
Where: The hot springs RESORT.
When: March 25th - March 29th
Warnings: Hotel shenanigans.

After a relatively normal bus ride, you find yourself at a secluded mountain resort.



The hotel is all-inclusive, with every manner of amenities and activities (skewed toward the relaxing--with saunas and spas and hot tubs aplenty) to keep one occupied for a full five days. Time for some much needed R & R.

It's dangerous to go alone. Take this!

((OOC: This log is for all interactions taking place in the hotel. Event info is here! Please remember to note location/time in your top level comments, and link back and forth when you threadhop! Spring shenanigans go here, and please don't hesitate to contact a mod if you have any questions. Don't forget to TAG YOUR DUDES.))

DIRECTORY:
| Banjo | Blaze | Chili | Cyrus | Daisy | Eirika | Eggman | Ellistree | Girls' Sleepover | Goombella | Gordon | Green | Haytham | Ishimaru | Jin | Jolt | Lucca | Lyra | Mac | Mary | Naoya | Noel | Nyx | Pit | Red | Rick | Riwane | ROB | Schezo | Shadow |

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Rick is WHENEVER / WHEREVER (open)

[bedroomblackbelt]

GUESS WHO HAS TWO THUMBS AND HAS A TERRIBLE SLEEPING SCHEDULE...

AND WHO'S STILL PASSING OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE HALLWAYS or in completely inappropriate places? Like rooms carelessly left open that aren't his own. Or on top of all the nice clean towels in the towel room. Or halfway in or out of a hot tub (holy pruny hands and feet batman...).

This guy.

[cannonspike]

Cammy had gotten out for an early morning jog (running + fog + shorts = excellence), and returned back to the hotel, turning into the courtyard with a skip in her step. Only to almost trip over a grown man's body collapsed in the path. She stammered.

"Rick!" She gave the body a little nudge with her foot for good measure. Honestly, now. What the hell was this?

[bedroomblackbelt]

This was ADVENTUROUS SLEEPING that's what.

Rick snored. Quietly. ...then loudly. Maybe another kick would do it.

[cannonspike]

If that's what the situation called for, Cammy would be happy to oblige.

There was another kick, this time harder. Not using her full force, obviously. That would be absurd. But definitely enough for him to feel it. She chose not to call his name this time, letting her actions speak for themselves.

[bedroomblackbelt]

YEAH that did it. Luck would have it that was a perfect kidney kick, so Rick woke right up, clutching his side. "Kick me harder, mistress Cammy." He said.

"Hey there... nghoooh..." Painful, but it would just be momentary. Humans had way too many organs, man. If Rick had his way he'd replace half of them with EXTRA MUSCLES. Or guns or something. He was very wide awake now and trying to not look too pathetic curled up on the floor, looking up at Cammy.

"You need somethin', angel?"

[noclaws]

Wow, what was with this body in the middle of the hallway? No healthy person would surely be passed out in such a manner. Only those in dire need of help!

Except, that was not what Flynn thought at all when she came across Rick's body on the floor. With a shoe-covered foot, she decided to give the body a sorta-light kick in the side of the stomach, to see if it would make a sound.

Maybe they were dead.

[bedroomblackbelt]

There was a grunt and soft groan of pain that came from the not-dead body. Rick rolled over, blinking blearily at the... female? --definitely female form standing over him.

"Wh..."

WAS HE HAVING THOSE DREAM THINGS AGAIN? It had a hot red-headed lady in it, obviously this was a good start to one if it was.

"Morning?"

[noclaws]

"Morning," Flynn echoed, but for her, it was more out of a confusion of why he had said it. But she knew what that greeting usually meant.

"You are sleeping." Right. Well, he did sound like he might've been, making all those noises. But there was something particularly wrong with this scenario.

"Humans do not sleep in halls."

So can you explain yourself.

[bedroomblackbelt]

"I'm not human, you racist lady." Rick spat.

"Wasn't sleepin'." He rebutted, with a completely appropriate yawn. "Just. Practicing various states of consciousness."

Horizontally. In the hallway.

"Expert in it now, I'd say."

[travelingbelle]

She had just gone to get a big glass of juice from the food area. Of course, that meant getting fairly distracted and chatting with folks. Whoops. When she finally did what she intended to do, Blue headed back to her room. The door was still closed, though unlocked, as she had left it. She walked in without much of a care, continuing to towel some of her still damp hair with one hand.

Everything was as she had left it, including the man sprawled on the bed that she tossed her towel over.

Wait. No. What.

Blue paused in the middle of taking a drink, looking over at the bed.

". . . Rick."

PLACEHOLDER

[bedroomblackbelt]

for possible stupid draws involving butts

[bedroomblackbelt]

It was difficult to determine if Rick had actually heard her, or dreamed he was hearing someone of the lady-type persuasion call his name.

"Mmmn..." It was likely the latter.

Oh. Oh. He was. He was drooling. On Blue's bed. Contentedly.

[travelingbelle]

She went over. And she picked up the towel.

He was. Definitely drooling on the bed. Her bed. The bed she was going to sleep on.

In that moment he was the world's flirtiest golden retriever in her mind's eye.

But that didn't mean he could keep doing it. "Rick."

[trustycrowbar]

Wearing a pair of grey and orange shorts and still drenched from the pool, Gordon rounded the service desk to grab a towel from the cart only to find a shaggy blonde man collapsed overtop the towels, asleep.

"..."

Oh hey, it's... that guy. From the school. Whoever he was, he never really got his name. He scowls and raises an eyebrow, and after a second grabs the towel right under Rick's chest and simply YANKS as hard as he can. Like an elaborate place setting at a magician's show, mister blondie should be inert enough to not move.

[bedroomblackbelt]

Complete success! Gordon's deft hands render him with one (1) slightly manlier-than-the-other-towels towel, and render Rick an uninterrupted, peaceful sleep.

...Until he rolled over entirely unrelated to Gordon's doing, and fell ungracefully on the floor, neck-first, with a thud.

"Ghk! Who the...?!"

[trustycrowbar]

Gordon had barely turned a shoulder to Rick when he heard the meaty thud behind him and looks back. Try not to snicker, Gordon. It's impolite.

"Morning, sunshine." He quips. "The chaises are over there. Probably be a little less treacherous than a towel cart."

[heartofarapier]

It was probably her fault for not paying attention. Really, the responsibility was likely more on her shoulders than it was on him. Although in hindsight, sleeping randomly in the hallway was not conducive to preventing such mishaps like tripping over said slumbering men. Her foot caught onto him first, but somehow she managed to right herself.

"..." And rather than to scold him, which perhaps people in their right mind would have done, her eyebrows furrowed together and she leaned over to get a better look at him. He looked... a little scraggly. "Excuse me... Are you all right?"

[bedroomblackbelt]

A little scraggly but entirely content, though that was questionable as mumbled and stirred to consciousness. Rick blinked once or twice and rolled on his side until his view came into focus.

"...Just fine." He smiled. "How're you, pretty lady?" Apparently he was pretty content even after being disturbed, too.

[heartofarapier]

The way he greeted her did render from the princess the slightest pause. He looked fine. Well, 'fine' in the terms of not being injured. Or dead. Being dead wasn't necessarily a good thing, so it was nice to know he'd addressed her so pointedly.

"I'm fine, but..." Crouching down, she tried to get a better look at him. "Don't you have a room to stay in? It's dangerous to sleep out here."

[makesyouhot]

Rick, REALLY.

Chili stomped over and nudged him with her foot. "Rick! HEY, Rick, you're sleeping in the doorway!"

The doorway to one of the rooms, that is. It might have been Chili's, who knew.

[bedroomblackbelt]

It was probably Chili's and with due intention of talking to the actual for real Chili at some point.

This might have been an effort at that some point before he collapsed where he lay.

"Huhn?" Rick grunted, apparently getting quite used to the sensation of being kicked awake. Even better if it was by a pretty lady and hot damn this one was gorgeous. Rick propped himself up with an elbow, resting his jaw in the palm of his hand.

"Sorry, coulda' sworn I was still asleep. I must be dreaming if you're here, sweetheart."

WINK.

[makesyouhot]

"Sweetheart...?" That sure was a weird thing for Rick to call him. And then the wink. It was almost like he was hitting on him! ...Her! Oh.

In a way, that came across as pretty funny to Chili, that Rick would try hitting on him just because he was a girl. He'd always known that Rick was the type to hit on anything that resembled a girl, but even someone who was actually a man? Still amusing.

"Hahaha, are you trying to hit on me?!" Her tone was mocking and playful, and she placed her fists on her hips. "It's me, Chili! Don't you recognize me, even a little?"

WE'RE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER...

[ishemaru]

Oh god, what was sprawled in the middle of the halls like that, WAS THAT A CORPSE--

Wait, it was breathing. ...Wait, it was that asshole! This may not have been Smash Academy, but this was still a school trip and so it was still Ishimaru's duty to uphold the rules. ...He would have done it anyway, but...

He clapped his hands together next to Rick's ear.

"What do you think you're doing out here?! Wake up!" Augh, he couldn't shake the feeling that his new feminine voice sounded a lot less authoritative than usual.

[bedroomblackbelt]

Since this was loud and right next to his ear, Ishimaru's tactics work first off, and Rick awoke with a jerk.

"WH?!"

And a ringing in his ears, which he covered immediately. Time to make a grumpy face at the perpe...tra... perpa pretty lady. This must have been like, the bajillionth time he woke up to this; he was obviously one lucky, attractive, manly, irresistible man of a core. GRUMPY FACE RECEDED.

"I'm up, I'm up." Rick sat up with a yawn, body too tired to make the full effort into a stand. Besides, the view from down here was mighty nice.

"Bet you'd prefer me in your room, huh?" He very charmingly stuck a finger in his ear to shake off any residual ringing, and graced this black haired beauty with a sly smile.

"I don't blame you one bit, angel."

[ishemaru]

Angel? That was unexpected. Ishimaru was pretty sure this guy would give him a lot more attitude than that. Still, he wasn't getting up, so maybe he was after all.

"You have your own room here, don't you?"