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[torment-parade.livejournal.com]

Characters: Many
What: Hotel Antics
Where: Fountain of Youth Hot Springs , hotel lobby and then some
When: today
Rating: Varies. PG-13 on average

[[ OOC notice. This post will act as a hub for hotel antics outside the bath areas. Each room (or place should you go exploring with your buddies) will be it's own thread IN THIS POST. Those of you STARTING threads make sure you fill the subject line appropriately (like "so & so's room " or "the grand buffet") for easy indexing. If comment threads get squished too far into the right after a while, feel free to start a new part 2 thread.

TEGAKI THREADS ARE ALSO ALLOWED. Anyone who begins a Tegaki log, post a link to that tegaki thread in a new thread WITHIN THIS POST as you would a new LJ room log.

Lastly, there's internet access so you can post personal thoughts and things in your regular journals but you don't need to link them here.

That is all!

I'm going to start the lobby thread in the comments]]

Oh, and

Mucho thankos to sora_dake_ka for composing this map!

Comments

Re: DRINKING AT THE BAR: Faculty only

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

Hearing Surge's voice surprisingly pulled the man out of his down-and-out state, although his eyes didn't really peek open. The man was just FAR too tired. "Nngh... l-..." He moaned, reaching one hand up to touch whatever he possibly could, that being Surge's chin, and reaching the other one to point at the lobby. "Lobby... might have a spare key..."

He just could NOT stay awake much longer. With that, he shivered a bit and let his eyelids droop again, forgetting that he was wearing a yukata and wondering why his clothing felt so odd all of a sudden before he lost it again...

Re: DRINKING AT THE BAR: Faculty only

[badasstrenches.livejournal.com]

Flinching a bit at the gentle touch, Surge frowned a little. Glancing over his shoulder, he snorted and headed back to the lobby. This whole ordeal almost seemed to be more trouble than the prank was worth. ALMOST.

Trudging back to the lobby, Goose still in arms, he figured what his best course of action would be. He could either ask the lobby for a spare key, which would include an awkward conversation and lots of staring, or he could try and find Goose's roommate, that Flint guy. With a moment's thought, he decided to go to the lobby counter.

"Hey, my buddy lost his room key and needs a spare," he stood upright (well as upright as he could while carrying the limp body) and glared intimidatingly. That did the trick, as the person at the counter quickly handed over a new one. "Thanks." He headed back to the room, unlocked the door, and walked inside. "Hey, does it matter which bed I drop you on?" he asked, in hopes that Goose would wake up again.

Re: DRINKING AT THE BAR: Faculty only

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

Goose couldn't wake up from this one now. The alcohol and exhaustion had finally done its thing to him and completely knocked him out, leaving Surge's words falling on deaf ears. If he were awake, he probably wouldn't mind which bed his newfound buddy would lay him on, but obviously he couldn't tell him that. All he could do was just lay there limply, finally down and peaceful until tomorrow would rear its head.

Re: DRINKING AT THE BAR: Faculty only

[badasstrenches.livejournal.com]

Putting Goose down on the bed, Surge made sure the other man was somewhat comfortable. Damn, he really was out like a light. Surge was so NOT looking forward to when Goose woke up. He was sure to get an earful then. But he had to admit, it was all totally worth it.

Walking towards the door, he whispered, "Have a good night's sleep. And try not to be TOO pissed at me," before quietly closing the door behind him.