If we have to pay for getting abducted, I'll be even more annoyed.
[ Everything else looks like it's operating normally. There's even a sign for a cafe, cheerily letting them know it's open. What kind of hotel has a wing set aside for creepy abduction experiments? Did someone just book out a whole bunch for their project?
Well. He's not much of an investigator, so walking right in and asking will have to do. And if shit goes down, he's killed so many people this week that a few more won't hurt his conscience.
Probably.
He leads the way (still wary) across the courtyard and into the office, and some tiny useless thought marvels on the shiny clean glass of the door and pristine sticker decals. A world of the past. How much has he forgotten?
Inside, a bored-looking twenty-something with permed hair tied up in a neon scrunchie is chewing gum and flipping magazine pages. Her canned welcome is clearly rehearsed, clearly desperate to go back to her issue of Smash Hit. Daryl says hello, offers their names, and she sighs as she opens a reservation book.
A minute later— ]
Yep. [ She pops a bubble as she digs jangling room keys out a tray, sorting through number tags. ] Here you go. Room service has a last call at seven but the cafe's open 24 hours. Enjoy your stay.
no subject
[ Everything else looks like it's operating normally. There's even a sign for a cafe, cheerily letting them know it's open. What kind of hotel has a wing set aside for creepy abduction experiments? Did someone just book out a whole bunch for their project?
Well. He's not much of an investigator, so walking right in and asking will have to do. And if shit goes down, he's killed so many people this week that a few more won't hurt his conscience.
Probably.
He leads the way (still wary) across the courtyard and into the office, and some tiny useless thought marvels on the shiny clean glass of the door and pristine sticker decals. A world of the past. How much has he forgotten?
Inside, a bored-looking twenty-something with permed hair tied up in a neon scrunchie is chewing gum and flipping magazine pages. Her canned welcome is clearly rehearsed, clearly desperate to go back to her issue of Smash Hit. Daryl says hello, offers their names, and she sighs as she opens a reservation book.
A minute later— ]
Yep. [ She pops a bubble as she digs jangling room keys out a tray, sorting through number tags. ] Here you go. Room service has a last call at seven but the cafe's open 24 hours. Enjoy your stay.