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 |

Comments

[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?"

[cannonspike]

She crouched down to his level, allowing herself the pleasure of examining Rick's head, particularly around his temples for signs of a bump or bruise. Nothing serious. So, he hadn't given himself a concussion, he really had just passed out in the middle of the courtyard. Business as usual. She sighed, and put her hands on her bent knees.

"How come every time I see you, you're on the ground?"

reviews the kidney irony in my last tag

[bedroomblackbelt]

"Lots of reasons!" He coughed out the last bit of discomfort and regained his composure through a positively shit-eating smirk.

"The view's mighty nice from down here, not gonna' lie."

bad luck with kidneys

[cannonspike]

She chuckled self consciously, and held out a hand to the man.

"Shall we get you back on your feet?"