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

[maizebelline]

"What else did you want me to do, aa?! Sit the fuck back and let him harass you all night long? Not happening." So what if it was more than a little impulsive on his part? He wasn't the most rational person when he was jumpstarted on a rude awakening. He sneered at the phone's dull glow and crossed his arms, the latter action clumsily executed thanks to an invasive part of his body that hadn't been there until yesterday. He'd have almost forgotten if their voices and the faint outline of his brother's new form hadn't clued him in before the breasts did.

"Who was that guy, anyway? I feel like giving him a black eye."

[ishemaru]

"I'm not going to tell you if you're going to do that..." Not even Wheatley deserved a punch in the face. Probably. Ishimaru closed the phone again and set it aside, stretching back out onto the bedroll with a defeated sigh.

"I'm not even sure how he got the number."

[maizebelline]

"See? He's just a pest." He reclined back on a palm and draped the other arm over his legs. "He had no business calling you and not at this hour." Whatever hour it was. It falls under infomercial hour for sure.