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OOC: Freeform Hotel RP about the goings on in a hotel.
IC:

(Well, the staff can't help anyone with out someone to help!)

OOC: Sounds interesting actually. I could use a description of the hotel, what city it's in, and what planet it's on. We are a space-faring nation, but we do Star Trek so blending in to the tech-level / time period is easy.

The door opened slowly, and two people strode in. The man was quite six feet tall, wearing a dirty fedora and a long trenchcoat over a cheap pinstriped suit. He was handsome in some respects, with dark brown hair and eyes, but a long, thin scar marked the side of his cheek. Next to him was a tall black-haired woman. She wasn't particuarly attractive in the conventional sense, but there was something about the way she moved that had always drawn her partner's attention. They were arguing as they walked in.

"Sam, I told you this wasn't a good idea..."

"What? Why not?"

"Because as soon as we get up to that room, you're going to smile that little grin of yours, and I'm going to have to break your heart again."

"Aw, come on, Jean...oh, excuse me," he said, noticing they had reached the reception desk. "Name's H. Samuel Dagger. I have a reservation for tonight?"

OOC: Sounds interesting actually. I could use a description of the hotel, what city it's in, and what planet it's on. We are a space-faring nation, but we do Star Trek so blending in to the tech-level / time period is easy.

*smacks head*
Sorry.

Its a large hotel. Purple carpet. Quite opulent. In Imnsvale, on Earth. About forty stories. Somewhat nondescript on the outside. Gorgeous in the inside. Potted plants, trees, a fountain. Feel free to make some more decor (and anything else you might need) up!

The door opened slowly, and two people strode in. The man was quite six feet tall, wearing a dirty fedora and a long trenchcoat over a cheap pinstriped suit. He was handsome in some respects, with dark brown hair and eyes, but a long, thin scar marked the side of his cheek. Next to him was a tall black-haired woman. She wasn't particuarly attractive in the conventional sense, but there was something about the way she moved that had always drawn her partner's attention. They were arguing as they walked in.

"Sam, I told you this wasn't a good idea..."

"What? Why not?"

"Because as soon as we get up to that room, you're going to smile that little grin of yours, and I'm going to have to break your heart again."

"Aw, come on, Jean...oh, excuse me," he said, noticing they had reached the reception desk. "Name's H. Samuel Dagger. I have a reservation for tonight?"

The receptionist, trained to be dispassionate said in her friendliest voice, "Indeed you do. You are in room 2710. Will you need luggage delivered up to your room?"

"Yeah, thanks, doll," grinned Dagger, flashing the trademark smile. Jean Bradley rolled her eyes. "I left it outside; think the bellhop's looking over it." His voice was smooth, but with just a hint of a provincial Tharian drawl.

"Please excuse my employer, ma'am," said Jean, anxious to avoid leaving any bad impressions. She slapped Sam in the belly softly. "He can be somewhat...overbearing at times."

OOC: Because it's always a dark and stormy night...

The patter of raindrops could be heard on the sidewalk outside and on the taxis parked along the curb. The patter changed to a roar as the rain suddenly changed to a downpour. Thunderclaps were heard in the distance, muted by the thick glass. The front doors swung open a minute later and a man staggered in. He was soaked from head to foot and he had blood streaming down the side of his face.

His clothes were nice - obviously not a vagrant or random passerby. He worn a high collared trenchcoat over his suit, but both left trails of water as he staggered towards the desk.

Thanks, doll.

This remark infuriated her. She was new, as was not used to dealing with men like this. She got over that, and the word employer immediately took its place. Should she report the prostitute? No, she would wait. She would be dispassionate. Like she was taught.

"The bags will be delivered up to your room. Your room has a particularly fine view of the city. Especially from 27 floors up."

She put on her best fake smile.

OOC: Because it's always a dark and stormy night...

The patter of raindrops could be heard on the sidewalk outside and on the taxis parked along the curb. The patter changed to a roar as the rain suddenly changed to a downpour. Thunderclaps were heard in the distance, muted by the thick glass. The front doors swung open a minute later and a man staggered in. He was soaked from head to foot and he had blood streaming down the side of his face.

His clothes were nice - obviously not a vagrant or random passerby. He worn a high collared trenchcoat over his suit, but both left trails of water as he staggered towards the desk.

Another receptionist said with a fright, "Gods man! Are you alright? Do you need medical attention?!"

"Just a bucket of ice and a handkerchief. Someone decided to take advantage of the rain and mug me..." His voice was clear enough, though his words came slowly. "If you can look up my reservation and get me up to my room..." His face grew more and more pale until he simply fainted.

Thanks, doll.

This remark infuriated her. She was new, as was not used to dealing with men like this. She got over that, and the word employer immediately took its place. Should she report the prostitute? No, she would wait. She would be dispassionate. Like she was taught.

"The bags will be delivered up to your room. Your room has a particularly fine view of the city. Especially from 27 floors up."

She put on her best fake smile.

ooc: Oops...never meant to imply she's a prostitute...:oops:

ic: "Hey, that's swell," smiled Sam, not really paying attention to her words, before noticing the doors swing open. Instantly, the joking manner vanished from his eyes, as they instead flashed cold, analytical fire. He joined the rush towards the striken man, flipping up the brim of his rain-slicked fedora, not caring that he should remove it while indoors.

A woman and a man rushed indoors to avoid getting any more wet than necessary. The woman was in her mid-twenties, attractively attired, and the man was reaching the top of the hill in terms of age, wearing regular clothes and lugging some bulky bags.

"I hate the rain," the woman complained as she tried to brush off some droplets from her suit with a kerchief. "Oh, just put the equipment down over there, Tokath. I'll grab a couple of rooms." She headed off toward the receptionist, but froze as she caught sight of the injured man. "Oh my."

He's out like a light - pulse is steady though, and the blood has stopped flowing from a nasty gash above his left ear. It looks like he has simply passed out from over exertion.

If you search him, looking for ID (Cause I know I would...) you find a slim wallet in his front pocket. There are two cards in there - one looks like a credit card, perhaps one with the new smart chips in it, the other is a ID card of some kind.

It says 'James Edwards', identifies the issuing country as the Republic of Sunset, and shows a mark in the Military Rank section with the word 'Captain' next to it. The other information (hair, eyes, etc) doesn't need to be listed here - you have the person on the card. There are also a dozen or so coins in the wallet - odd in that they appear to be made of gold and possibly platinum.

"Not exactly what I came here for," said the woman, "but no point in turning down a perfectly good story." She looked over at the man carrying the equipment and waved him other. "Get the camera out and get ready to roll. How's my hair?"

The big glass doors of the hotel slid open once more, letting in a brief cold flurry, and a tall figure clad in a white trenchcoat. Handsome once, he was balding now, and peered beautifically at the world through horn-rimmed glasses. He stepped over to the receptionist with a slight limp in his right leg, dragging a single suitcase behind him.
Tatooed by his left eye was a small, detailed icon of some sort.
"My name is Yale." he said, smiling. "Victor Yale. I have a room?"

Sam frowned at the coins. Remind me somewhat of the good old generals, he thought. Cripes, this bloke must be rich. He replaced them in the wallet, and laid that down next to the man.

"Back off, everyone," he ordered. "The man needs air. You there, get me some cold water," Sam barked at a nearby attendent.

"Just a bucket of ice and a handkerchief. Someone decided to take advantage of the rain and mug me..." His voice was clear enough, though his words came slowly. "If you can look up my reservation and get me up to my room..." His face grew more and more pale until he simply fainted.

"Oh no. We don't know what room he's in. Send him to the infirmary until he wakes up."

OOC: Yes, a hotel with an infirmary. Cool, ain't it?

A lone man walks in. He has no jacket and is thoroughly soaked. His eyes reveal no emotion at all as he looks at a man sprawled on the floor with people gathering around him. He walks up to the receptionist's desk, towering over her at 6'8". "Michael Keyson. I have a reservation."

Thanks, doll.

This remark infuriated her. She was new, as was not used to dealing with men like this. She got over that, and the word employer immediately took its place. Should she report the prostitute? No, she would wait. She would be dispassionate. Like she was taught.

"The bags will be delivered up to your room. Your room has a particularly fine view of the city. Especially from 27 floors up."

She put on her best fake smile.

ooc: Oops...never meant to imply she's a prostitute...:oops:

ic: "Hey, that's swell," smiled Sam, not really paying attention to her words, before noticing the doors swing open. Instantly, the joking manner vanished from his eyes, as they instead flashed cold, analytical fire. He joined the rush towards the striken man, flipping up the brim of his rain-slicked fedora, not caring that he should remove it while indoors.

OOC: Oh, sorry. Is it fine if she is?

"Not exactly what I came here for," said the woman, "but no point in turning down a perfectly good story." She looked over at the man carrying the equipment and waved him other. "Get the camera out and get ready to roll. How's my hair?"

"Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to leave, he is being taken to the infirmary."

OOC: Oh, sorry. Is it fine if she is?

ooc: It's fine if you assume she is, but I've had these characters for a bit now. They're actually on vacation (were trying to get away from the rainy Shield). She's his secretary and best friend, but not lover, much to his aggravation. Sorry :(

The big glass doors of the hotel slid open once more, letting in a brief cold flurry, and a tall figure clad in a white trenchcoat. Handsome once, he was balding now, and peered beautifically at the world through horn-rimmed glasses. He stepped over to the receptionist with a slight limp in his right leg, dragging a single suitcase behind him.
Tatooed by his left eye was a small, detailed icon of some sort.
"My name is Yale." he said, smiling. "Victor Yale. I have a room?"


"Yes, you do. Room 3412. I hope you aren't afraid of heights, sir."

She winked at him, obviously forgetting her dispassionate training.

OOC: Oh, sorry. Is it fine if she is?

ooc: It's fine if you assume she is, but I've had these characters for a bit now. They're actually on vacation (were trying to get away from the rainy Shield). She's his secretary and best friend, but not lover, much to his aggravation. Sorry :(

OOC: Okay. Cool.

OOC: Hot damn. Remind me never to open a hotel. Waaaay to busy. ;)

"Certainly not." Yale replied, winking back. Dragging his suitcase, he made his way to the lift. At least, I hope I haven't lost the skills...

"Oh, very well," said the woman. "Pack up the things, Tokath. Looks like there won't be a story here tonight."

Sam watched the man being taken away. He took out a pack of cigarettes, not thinking that it may be considered rude to smoke.

"First, it's rainer here than in H.C. (Harbor City), then this chap gets knocked about. Some start to a vacation," he grumbled, striking a match.

(ooc - Argh, I need sleep. Bloody work, messing with my fun ;) Um, hope this doesn't turn into one of those things where I leave for six hours and miss twelve pages! )

"Certainly not." Yale replied, winking back. Dragging his suitcase, he made his way to the lift. At least, I hope I haven't lost the skills...

Te receptionist had a self-satisfied smile on her face.
Maybe I should visit him later...

Sam watched the man being taken away. He took out a pack of cigarettes, not thinking that it may be considered rude to smoke.

"First, it's rainer here than in H.C. (Harbor City), then this chap gets knocked about. Some start to a vacation," he grumbled, striking a match.

(ooc - Argh, I need sleep. Bloody work, messing with my fun ;) Um, hope this doesn't turn into one of those things where I leave for six hours and miss twelve pages! )


OOC: I have a sinking feeling it will be. ;-)

(Did you skip my entrant?)

(Did you skip my entrant?)

OOC: Yup. Sorry.

A lone man walks in. He has no jacket and is thoroughly soaked. His eyes reveal no emotion at all as he looks at a man sprawled on the floor with people gathering around him. He walks up to the receptionist's desk, towering over her at 6'8". "Michael Keyson. I have a reservation."

The receptionist cowered in mild fear.

"Y-y-yes, sir. Room 2213.:

She handed him his key, and then promptly ran in back.

Michael looks as she runs away, then heads for the elevator. He goes to his room and dries off and gets changed.

He returns to the lobby dressed in cargo pants and a long-sleeve shirt, with a cargo vest over it.

Yale looked around the opulent hotel room, unaccustomed to the luxury. Ordainarily he'd never be able to afford this, but when the Cabal asked, he'd answered, even if it meant coming out of retirement. Apparently the Inner Circle had thrown in some interesting bonuses.
I thought they didn't care, he thought, unpacking his suitcase. The sleek steel case went under the bed. Hopefully it wouldn't have to be used. Just track down the target and get her out of here... but nothing the Cabal does is that simple, is it? I know they don't care, actually. There's some reason to this I can't see...
Almost by reflex, his hand went up to feel the sigil tatooed beside his eye, sign of ... things best left not thought about, even on so gloomy a day as this.

(ooc: Well, that wasn't TOO bad! ;) )

Sam raised the lit match to his smoke, and puffed a couple times. Jean looked uncomfortable.

"Sam, there's people looking at us. I think we should head up to the room, for now at least," she whispered, grabbing his by the arm. He looked over at her, removing the burning cigarette.

"With all this fun going on? I'd rather like to be there when that character comes to." She looked at him pleadingly.

"Fine, fine. I'm coming back down after I change into dry clothes, though."

James blinked for a moment as he regained consiousness. Looking up he saw an entirely different ceiling from the one in the lobby. 'Must have fainted...' He though. Turning his head he looked around the room. Medical equipment was in evidence, and there was a nurse or attendant sitting at a desk across the room from him.

'Hospital? No, I can see the hallway. It's not that puke green they always use. Must be an infirmary.' He started to sit up, but the attendant noticed this. "Not too fast - you don't want to faint again. Here," she walked over to a refrigerator and pulled out a pitcher, "Drink this. It's apple juice. It will help you recover faster."

Fifteen minutes later he was finally out the door. "Thank you Miss," he called out as he closed it. He made his way over to the front desk - the sun was out and long beams of light flowed through the front windows. "James Edwards. I have a room reserved..."

"Glad to see you are feeling better, Mr. Edwards. Would you like a room closer to the ground floor?"

The receptionist looked at him with an air of near-sorrow. A sympathetic face, maybe even saddened.

"Glad to see you are feeling better, Mr. Edwards. Would you like a room closer to the ground floor?"

The receptionist looked at him with an air of near-sorrow. A sympathetic face, maybe even saddened.

The door opened yet again-- surely, this must be one of the busiest nights the receptionist can remember-- and a young boy, of Asiatic appearance, perhaps about eight years old, entered, looking about him with wide eyes. He was dressed in a dark blue brocaded linen jacket, embroidered elaborately about the cuffs and hemline in cream-coloured silk and loose-fitting black trousers, a matching blue skullcap on his head.

All of the Sudden the doors bust open, The Autobots rush in, Walking Backwards firing there Guns, Followed by Running Decpticons.....Firing Back...Followed by Unicron...

ooc: What the--??

Unicron doesn't fit in a hotel reception lobby. :roll:

The door opened yet again-- surely, this must be one of the busiest nights the receptionist can remember-- and a young boy, of Asiatic appearance, perhaps about eight years old, entered, looking about him with wide eyes. He was dressed in a dark blue brocaded linen jacket, embroidered elaborately about the cuffs and hemline in cream-coloured silk and loose-fitting black trousers, a matching blue skullcap on his head.


"Hey there, little boy. What do you need? Are you lost?"

OOC: Who was a hotel detective?

The boy looks up at the hotel receptionist. He seems a bit frightened, but he takes a breath or two and steps forward, speaking so quietly he can almost not be heard.

"Maybe is reservation? Name Xiang?"

OOC: Who was a hotel detective?

OOC: Nobody. Its a They Might Be Giants song, and I needed a title for a hotel thread. Bam! And here it is. Maybe she'll show up later, though...

The boy looks up at the hotel receptionist. He seems a bit frightened, but he takes a breath or two and steps forward, speaking so quietly he can almost not be heard.

"Maybe is reservation? Name Xiang?"

The receptionist was understandably puzzled.

"Excuse me? You have a reservations? Where are your parents?"

ooc: I love They Might Be Giants! (changes iTunes playlist) :mrgreen:

"Glad to see you are feeling better, Mr. Edwards. Would you like a room closer to the ground floor?"

The receptionist looked at him with an air of near-sorrow. A sympathetic face, maybe even saddened.

"No, no. I should be ok. Do you have a concergie service though? I don't know my way around, and I will need to order some clothing..."

He ran his fingers through his hair, gingerly probing the gash. 'Doesn't feel that bad. I need a hot shower though.'

ooc: I love They Might Be Giants! (changes iTunes playlist) :mrgreen:

OOC: Sweet! And a fellow Mac user, too!

"Glad to see you are feeling better, Mr. Edwards. Would you like a room closer to the ground floor?"

The receptionist looked at him with an air of near-sorrow. A sympathetic face, maybe even saddened.

"No, no. I should be ok. Do you have a concergie service though? I don't know my way around, and I will need to order some clothing..."

He ran his fingers through his hair, gingerly probing the gash. 'Doesn't feel that bad. I need a hot shower though.'

"Yes. I can order the clothing for you, if you wish."

She looked at him fingering the gash.

"Would you like me to call the police?"

The boy points to the door, and, right on cue, a man steps through, carrying some slightly damp bags, pausing to shake out an umbrella so that it doesn't drip everywhere. About 5'11" tall, he is dressed in a similar manner to the boy, and the family resemblance is unmistakable. Of dignified deprtment, he manages to accomplish even such a task as shaking an umbrella and carrying awkward, wet bags so that it seems somehow elegant, and he speaks in a rich bass, clear, though low in volume.

"Good evening." he says to the receptionist. "I believe there might be a reservation listed for Saihung and Kalsang Xiang, registered from Kai Tamarawa?"

(ooc - wow...three mac-using They Might Be Giants fans in one thread? Wierd...)

ic: Sam walked to the elevator, putting his smoke out in a nearby ashtray. The ride up to the elevator was smooth, and he walked into their somewhat modest room. Their luggage had beaten up there. Good; he didn't want to tip another bellboy, anyhow. Pulling back the curtain, he found himself awestruck at the view.

"Jean, come here! You've got to see this!" he gasped. "I feel as if we're on an aero-flyer!" She walked over glancing out the window.

"Sam, you've been in tall buildings before. Remember Ianapalis?" Out in the distance, thunder roared. Sam took advantage of the loud noise to wrap his arms around Jean.

"There's something more...romantic about this."

"Oh, Sam, give it up. You've been trying for the last three years, and I'm not going to give in now. Come on, I thought you wanted to get back down to the action," said Jean, rolling her eyes. Sam, somewhat reluctantly, let her squirm out.

"Yes, of course."

ooc:

ooc: I love They Might Be Giants! (changes iTunes playlist) :mrgreen:

OOC: Sweet! And a fellow Mac user, too!

(ooc - wow...three mac-using They Might Be Giants fans in one thread? Wierd...)

--gives high five and does little Mac dance as Particle Man plays in background-- :D

ooc:

ooc: I love They Might Be Giants! (changes iTunes playlist) :mrgreen:

OOC: Sweet! And a fellow Mac user, too!

--gives three-way high five and does little Mac dance as Particle Man plays in background-- :D

*Gets out his four TMBG-related playlists, and begins the 11.5 hours of music on the longest one.*

ooc: I love They Might Be Giants! (changes iTunes playlist) :mrgreen:

OOC: Sweet! And a fellow Mac user, too!
OOC: Strike another mark under "Mac Users" :D ...and TMBG is good too.

IC: Dean Moriarty sits on his bed in his room, watching some cheap tv movie about some heroic guy and his wonderful girl....argh, more junk

He snaps off the TV and hops to his feet. Can't take a nice walk in the rain, no good movies on cable, this is turning out to be a great trip for old Jack K. especially since he's not even here.

Moriarty strides over to the closet and throws on a button-up shirt, grabs his keycard and heads out the door at least I can grab some dinner now.

As he rides down the elevator he's glad that they have the sense to play decent jazz instead of the normal Muzak crap. In the lobby he walks up to the receptionist as a fellow with a big gash on the side of his head walks the other direction and enters an elevator.

The Unicrons,Decpticons and Autobots countinue to battle in the Hotel Lobby...

The boy points to the door, and, right on cue, a man steps through, carrying some slightly damp bags, pausing to shake out an umbrella so that it doesn't drip everywhere. About 5'11" tall, he is dressed in a similar manner to the boy, and the family resemblance is unmistakable. Of dignified deprtment, he manages to accomplish even such a task as shaking an umbrella and carrying awkward, wet bags so that it seems somehow elegant, and he speaks in a rich bass, clear, though low in volume.

"Good evening." he says to the receptionist. "I believe there might be a reservation listed for Saihung and Kalsang Xiang, registered from Kai Tamarawa?"

"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't realize. Yes, here it is. Thirtieth floor, room two. Do you need those bags brought up to your room?"

ooc: I love They Might Be Giants! (changes iTunes playlist) :mrgreen:

OOC: Sweet! And a fellow Mac user, too!
OOC: Strike another mark under "Mac Users" :D ...and TMBG is good too.

IC: Dean Moriarty sits on his bed in his room, watching some cheap tv movie about some heroic guy and his wonderful girl....argh, more junk

He snaps off the TV and hops to his feet. Can't take a nice walk in the rain, no good movies on cable, this is turning out to be a great trip for old Jack K. especially since he's not even here.

Moriarty strides over to the closet and throws on a button-up shirt, grabs his keycard and heads out the door at least I can grab some dinner now.

As he rides down the elevator he's glad that they have the sense to play decent jazz instead of the normal Muzak crap. In the lobby he walks up to the receptionist as a fellow with a big gash on the side of his head walks the other direction and enters an elevator.

"Hello again, sir. What can I do for you?"

Megatron walks up to the desk while blasting away with his Arm Cannon.....

"GET ME A ROOM, DAMNIT!"

"Hi, yeah. I wanted to know when you guys are serving dinner and all that. I'm starved."

OOC: P-Guard, you're being ignored. Please make something serious.

WA, It's called "Comic Relief.." Have some respect for the Greatest Show of all time...... :roll:

"Hi, yeah. I wanted to know when you guys are serving dinner and all that. I'm starved."

"Dinner, and for that matter, any other meal, can be had at anytime. The dining hall is through there." She pointed in the appropriate direction. "Would you like me to show you?"

WA, It's called "Comic Relief.." Have some respect for the Greatest Show of all time...... :roll:

I believe the honourable gentleman is mistaken. It is called 'Frigging Annoying'.

*Ahem*

The man hands the umbrella to the child, who carefully does up the strap as his father signs the hotel registry.

"If you could, that would be excellent. Thirtieth floor, you say? Gracious, that will be quite a view. Pray tell me, is the restaurant still open? We have been traveling long, and my son is very hungry."

The boy looks eagerly up at the receptionist, and a small growly noise escapes his stomach.

ooc: *apologises for double posting-- board being weird, eep*

(OOC: Xiu, Please, It's not my fault your too serious to Handle "Comic Relief"...Sheesh.)

The Decpticon/Unicron/Autobot Battle Countinued in the Lobby. Some using the Couches in there as "Protection".

"Sir, It seems like some people cant handle this........" Starscream says

"Screw em'" Megatron replies.

"I don't believe it will be nessacary. The loss was negligable. But since I don't think your system will take my card, I will need someone who buys precious metals before I can make any purchases. Unfortunately the same goes for my room. You see, all my Crellar's were in my briefcase."

The man hands the umbrella to the child, who carefully does up the strap as his father signs the hotel registry.

"If you could, that would be excellent. Thirtieth floor, you say? Gracious, that will be quite a view. Pray tell me, is the restaurant still open? We have been traveling long, and my son is very hungry."

The boy looks eagerly up at the receptionist, and a small growly noise escapes his stomach.

"Yes, the thirtieth floor is quite the view. There is an observation deck on the roof, if you'd like to go there, too. Yes, the dining hall is open all day, and all night, should you so desire."

OOC: If you want to do comic relief, send in a bunch of Transformer's cosplayers. Otherwise you are about an inch away from being ignored here, and everywhere else.

"Hi, yeah. I wanted to know when you guys are serving dinner and all that. I'm starved."

"Dinner, and for that matter, any other meal, can be had at anytime. The dining hall is through there." She pointed in the appropriate direction. "Would you like me to show you?"

"Great, thanks babe. Show me the way." Dean chirps as he looks where she's pointing. Hey, she's not too bad lookin'. He then turns back to her, continuing "Hey, by the way, what's there to do in this town at night?"

OOC: PR, that's not comic relief, having my character do something funny is comic relief. Posting like that is just silly and it will be ignored by the other people present for being foolish. If you want to create comic relief do it with a character that is appropriate. Thanks.

OOC: If you want to do comic relief, send in a bunch of Transformer's cosplayers. Otherwise you are about an inch away from being ignored here, and everywhere else.

(OOC: Why cant you guys just handle some humour? Or are you guys just too serious to handle anything? Ahh, Oh Well)

The Doors in the Lobby Open yet again, A Arab Man, Around his Late Twenties walks in, Looking around, Dressed in a Casual Buisness suit, Carrying a Suitcase.


He turns to the Desk and begins to speak "Hello, May i have a Room Please? Perferlby on the Top Floor, With A Cable Adapter....."

A tall man scurries in from the main entrance, dripping wet from head to toe and holding an equally wet brief case. He looks around as if confused for a moment and then sets the briefcase on the floor. He walks over to the receptionist and gently places his briefcase on the ground next to him. In an instance his head slams on the desk and he falls fast asleep.

"Hi, yeah. I wanted to know when you guys are serving dinner and all that. I'm starved."

"Dinner, and for that matter, any other meal, can be had at anytime. The dining hall is through there." She pointed in the appropriate direction. "Would you like me to show you?"

"Great, thanks babe. Show me the way." Dean chirps as he looks where she's pointing. Hey, she's not too bad lookin'. He then turns back to her, continuing "Hey, by the way, what's there to do in this town at night?"

OOC: PR, that's not comic relief, having my character do something funny is comic relief. Posting like that is just silly and it will be ignored by the other people present for being foolish. If you want to create comic relief do it with a character that is appropriate. Thanks.

(OOC: Ahh..I Give up...Whatever)

(OOC: Xiu, Please, It's not my fault your too serious to Handle "Comic Relief"...Sheesh.)

The Decpticon/Unicron/Autobot Battle Countinued in the Lobby. Some using the Couches in there as "Protection".

"Sir, It seems like some people cant handle this........" Starscream says

"Screw em'" Megatron replies.

Please go away. I don't want to have to lance you like the pustule you are. Start your own thread, if you are so inclined and fond of such insanity. Don't ruin other's threads. I tried just ignoring you, so you'd shrivel up and die like most of the attentions seekers. But that has failed. Now I am asking you to leave. Please do.

(Imnsvale, Check my other post...Happy now?)

"Hi, yeah. I wanted to know when you guys are serving dinner and all that. I'm starved."

"Dinner, and for that matter, any other meal, can be had at anytime. The dining hall is through there." She pointed in the appropriate direction. "Would you like me to show you?"

"Great, thanks babe. Show me the way." Dean chirps as he looks where she's pointing. Hey, she's not too bad lookin'. He then turns back to her, continuing "Hey, by the way, what's there to do in this town at night?"

She wasn't too keen on him, but she thought What the hell?. She politely shows him the way.

"Well, there is much to do at night. There are theaters, the cinema, opera houses, bars. There is much fun to be had at night."

OOC: Thanks, Sunset. I have a billion strong army of genetically engineered Orc ninja assassins prepared professionally to ignore the problem, if need be. Serious, indeed...

IC:

The man smiles, pushing the registry back into place. "Excellent! You're in luck, Saihung." He inclines his head respectfully to the receptionist. "You have been most helpful. Thank you very much." He takes the boy's hand, and the pair of them move off in the direction indicated by the receptionist.

OOC: No doubt there's a conjoined restaurant/hotel bar where all sorts of shenanigans can take place. :mrgreen:

(Imnsvale, Check my other post...Happy now?)


Elated. Ecstatic. Euphoric, almost.

A scurries in from the main entrance, dripping wet from head to toe and holding an equally wet brief case. He looks around as if confused for a moment and then sets the briefcase on the floor. He walks over to the receptionist and gently places his briefcase on the ground next to him. In an instance his head slams on the desk and he falls fast asleep.

Dean began to follow the lady when the washed-out fellow appeared.

"Holy Sh!t, man" Dean spurts as the guy knocks himself out on the desk next to him. Dean tries to grab the guy as he falls to the floor but can only keep him from knocking his head on the ground too.

He turns his head towards the clerk and asks her if she has an infirmary. "This guy is screwed up."

The Man Countinue to stand there, Looking around. Waiting for the Person's response.

A tall man scurries in from the main entrance, dripping wet from head to toe and holding an equally wet brief case. He looks around as if confused for a moment and then sets the briefcase on the floor. He walks over to the receptionist and gently places his briefcase on the ground next to him. In an instance his head slams on the desk and he falls fast asleep.

"GODS! Get this man to the infirmary, quick!"


OOC: What's up with this hotel? People dropping like flies. Cursed? Hmmmmm...

The Man Countinue to stand there, Looking around. Waiting for the Person's response.

I thought you gave up.

(No, I Didnt, I Gave up to the pointless arguement...)

OOC: Thanks, Sunset. I have a billion strong army of genetically engineered Orc ninja assassins prepared professionally to ignore the problem, if need be. Serious, indeed...

IC:

The man smiles, pushing the registry back into place. "Excellent! You're in luck, Saihung." He inclines his head respectfully to the receptionist. "You have been most helpful. Thank you very much." He takes the boy's hand, and the pair of them move off in the direction indicated by the receptionist.

OOC: No doubt there's a conjoined restaurant/hotel bar where all sorts of shenanigans can take place. :mrgreen:

OOC: But of course...

The tall man awakens in a daze only to be surrounded by a bunch of unfamiliar faces. He then rubs his head and laughs.

He stops his chuckling and begins to speak:"Sorry my name is Calidus and I have a medical condition where I tend to pass out every so often, sorry if I scared anyone."

OOC: I have to go. I'll be on later today, I hope. Feel free to mix it up with each other. (Just try not to kill too many people.)

"Well, Calidus, you sure scared the heck outa me. Are you sure that you're ok now?"

"Yeah, I had this condition for a while and my head is as hard as steel now."

"Anyways I'm here because I fell asleep in the airport and missed my flight, is there anyway I can get a room?"

ooc: see you later, Imnsvale.

IC:

"Good heavens, sir, you so look pale. Please, if you are not too tired, won't both of you join my son and myself? Some refreshment and a comfortable seat will surely be of benefit."

He moves forward to help Calidus to his feet.

"No thanks, I should be able to get my..."

He looks in his wallet only to see a moth fly out.

"Arg someone must've swiped my money while I was asleep, I hope your room isn't too high up... I have a fear of going up stairs for obvious reasons."

The little boy looks at the man sympathetically. "That's allright. I'm sure you can stay with us. It's a big hotel, we're sure to have a big room. It's okay, isn't it, Papa?"

The Arab Man Gives up, He Storms up the Stairs and countinues up to the top floor, He then stops at room 666. He pulls out his "Hack" Card and slides it in, Opening the Door slowly, He silenty closes the door behind him.

The Man Sighs and looks around, Heading towards the nearbye table, He sits down his Suitcase and Laptop, Sitting down with him. He then opens up both of them, The Suitcase Revealing a Series of Wierd Designed Clyinders. The Man smirks, He lifts up the Clyinders and makes them stand, He then grabs a Black Cord from his suitcase and hooks all three of the Plugs into the Clyinders, The Other end into his Laptop and the Cable Adapter in the wall. He then turns the Black Laptop on, The Computer flashes a Blue Screen, Saying "Please Enter Password". The Arab man then types it in, The Screen then turns to a Black Screen. It flashes

"NationStates Hotel-Please type in Employee Password"

The Man sighs, He presses "CTRL+ALT+H" and the Clyinder's lights flash. The Screen then flashes White with it, The Hotel Logo appears and Turns to a DOSCommand Like Text Screen, The Man Smirks, and types in.

"C:\\NationStatesHotel/Employee/ConstructionMap"

"Loading......6%...20%...30%...45%...64%...89%....100%"

The Screen then turns a Black Screen, Soon the A 3D Model of the Hotel appears, Redots apearing at Random, Repersenting different Important places. The man then cracks his Knuckles, Smirking a bit. He then goes up to his Menu Bar at the Top and Presses "Codec.exe", The Clyinder Lights then flash, A Download Bar appears and then Dissapapears..The Screen then turns back to the DOSCommand screen and Scrolls down really fast. Then the screen says.

"System Command is now Under Control of Codec.exe."

The Man Laughs Slightly, He then returns to the Hotel Map, And types in "C://DANGER/EXPLOSIVE/HAZZARD". The Screen then zooms into the Hotel Deeper, Finnaly stopping at the Electirical Room and Kitchen. The Man Sighs, Seemingly Dissapointed, But then he grins evily...He countinues to type in stuff to do more research.

ooc: I hereby announce that all posts made by Praetorian Rome will be IGNORED by me, in this and very likely all other threads.

OOC: Your terrorist is no match for my narcoleptic business man :wink:

IC:

Calidus opens his briefcase spilling golden bars onto the ground.

"What the!!!!"

OOC: It's part of Roleplay Xiu...Besides im not Planning a Terroist Attack..... :roll:

"Good heavens!" the Xikuangese man says as he helps to gather the gold bars back into the briefcase. "It seems you are in something if a state. Please, let me help you. Let's just get you upstairs. You are my guest for ths evening as far as the books will be concerned. Do not worry about payment." Then, looking towards the boy, "Don't worry, Saihung. It is a valuable lesson, that might be titled 'room service'.

Sat in the bar just next door to the hotel building is a lean, worn-out man in his mid-forties. He is staring into the last, putrid dregs of his coffee and had been sitting there for the last hour, mainly because I'm trying to think of a more inventive way of intruducing my character.

He looked up at the bartender, "That," he announced, "was a bloody awful cup of coffee, Sam."

"Right." The bartender replied.

"I mean, I've drunk a lot of bad coffee in my time but that, that was like having a saw dragged across my tongue. How long'd it been boiling?"

"What's todays date?" said Sam, cleaning a glass. He was generally cleaning glasses. No-one ever found out what happened to the clean ones.

"August the fifteenth."

"What year?" Sam smiled. Sam had run a sucessful eatery for many years by always smiling, never extending credit and realising that most of his customers really wanted meals balanced between the four food groups: sugar, starch, grease and burt crunchy bits.

"I'd like a couple of eggs," said the Vern, "with the yolks real hard but the whites so runny that they drip like treacle. And I want bacon, that special bacon that's all covered with bony nodules and dangling bits of fat. And I want a slice of fried bread. The kind that makes your arteries go clang just by looking at it."

"Tough order." replied Sam.

"You managed it yesterday. And give me some more coffee. Black as midnight on a moonless night."

Sam looked suprised. That wasn't like Vern. "How black's that then?"

"Oh, pretty damn black I should think."

"Not necessarily. You get more stars on a moonless night. Stands to reason. They show up more. It can be quite bright on a moonless night."

Vern sighed, "An overcast moonless night?" he said.

"Cumulus or cirro-nimbus?"

"What did you say?"

"You get city lights reflected off of cumulus, because it's low lying, see? Mind you, you can get high altitude scatter off of the ice crystals in cirro..."

"A moonless night," said Vern, in a hollow voice, "That is as black as that coffee."

"Right!"

"And a doughnut!" Vern grabbed Sam's stained apron and pulled until they were nose to nose, " A doughnut as doughnutty as a doughnut made with flour, water, one egg, sugar, a pinch of yeast, cinnamon to taste and a jam filling, OK? Not as doughnutty as something in any way metaphorical. Just a doughnut. One doughnut."

"A doughnut."

"Yes."

"You only had to say." Sam gave Vern a hurt look and went off back into the kitchen.

OOC: Your character is just the most Hollywood stereotyped hacker there is...

IC:
"Certainly. A moment to look one up... There are a couple in the city, but given this gentleman's location downtown I would consider him first." the Concergie said. "Would you like me to call him?"

"Yes, please." She dialed the number, then handed it to Edwards as it began to ring. "Yes, this is John Edwards. I'm staying at the Plaza, but I had a situation and I need to turn some precious metals into Crellars. Would you mind coming over? Excellent. I will meet you in the lobby." Edwards handed back the receiver.

"One last thing - I would imagine you have a tailor you recommend. Could you make an appointment, preferably for an hour from now?" Edwards asked.

OOC: Your terrorist is no match for my narcoleptic business man :wink:

IC:

Calidus opens his briefcase spilling golden bars onto the ground.

"What the!!!!"

"Hey man, it doesn't look like you're very broke from here!" Moriarty laughs.

"So," he says as he turns back to the concierge-lady "you were going to lead me somewhere that we could get some drinks?"

Although Calidus was happy that he had gotten a room and the fact he found a hotel with really nice people, he still couldn't help but wonder why he had a suitcase full of gold bars.

"Thank you very much kind sir, all I ask is that we don't go up any stairs."

He tugged on his briefcase judging the weight inside. He figured he had around thirty bars inside, maybe a little more if they didn't all fall out. He tried retracing his steps throughout the day, trying to remember what he did before he fell asleep at the airport. He finally decided to forget about it, he looked a little wierd standing in the middle of the lobby staring into space.

"Sorry, just had to think for a little bit."

He decided to follow the man to his room.

OOC: I'm gonna call it a night, make sure Praetorian Rome doesn't blow up the hotel :wink:

OOC: Just so you know, a suitcase full of gold bricks would be near impossible to lift. :)
IC:

"So," he says as he turns back to the concierge-lady "you were going to lead me
somewhere that we could get some drinks?"

"Yes. Right this way."

She led him into a peaceful bar, some would call it dead. THe bartender walked up.

"'Eey, mate! What can I do for you? What can I pour you? A little something to drown your sorrows?"

OOC: Just so you know, a suitcase full of gold bricks would be near impossible to lift. :)
OOC: Why do you think he's so tired? :D


IC:

"So," he says as he turns back to the concierge-lady "you were going to lead me
somewhere that we could get some drinks?"

"Yes. Right this way."

She led him into a peaceful bar, some would call it dead. THe bartender walked up.

"'Eey, mate! What can I do for you? What can I pour you? A little something to drown your sorrows?"

"Nah, just something to make my stay a bit interesting. D' you have some gin?" Turning to the concierge lady (OOC: a name?), he offers "Anything for yourself?"

OOC: Slutbum Wallah: I'm sure there's a law against copying stuff out of Pratchett novels.

Yale examined himself in the mirror and adjusted his tie. Once this suit had made him look good, back at the prime of his life (About a decade ago - how could it have been so long?). Now it made him look like an office worker, a subspecies of the human race he'd always despised. Still, nothing to be done for it. The discreet Cabal identifying signs - the tie pin, the sigil by his eye - were perfectly arranged (although in the case of the latter, not much would change that).
Satisfied, he made his way down the stairs to the reception hall. A sign on one wall said "bar", with an arrow; a drink would help calm his nerves. Then he could begin his search. With luck, the target would be easy to find; the Opposition didn't take much care in disguising their operatives. At least, they hadn't when he was last in the field.

"Well, Mr Calidus, we have been given a room rather high up, but I'm sure we can take the elevator. I don't quite fancy walking up thirty flights myself."

He clasps his hands together at chest height and bows slightly to Calidus, then extends his right hand in the more common Western gesture. "My name is Xiang Kalsang. This is my son, Saihung."

Calidus gladly shakes his hand and properly introduces himself.

"My name is Calidus Juvinius IV, nice to meet you and your..."

Suddenly his suitcase hits the floor with a loud thud and he stands perfectly still as if he were a statue, a gentle snore can be heard from beneath his tilted head.

"I'm going to go check out the bar," decided Dagger, the view suddenly not so interesting at all. Jean looked up at him.

"That's sudden. You've not even changed properly! Take off that hat!" she exclaimed, noticing that, while in a new suit, he hadn't bothered to remove his fedora. He grinned at her and cocked it.

"Sorry, love. This goes everywhere I do," he teased her. "See you in about an hour." Sam pecked her on the cheek, and walked out the door. "Hey! Hold that lift!"

"Oh, dear." says Xiang. "Saihung, watch the briefcase, will you? There's a good lad." Placing one of Calidus's arms over his shoulder, he drags the sleeping man to one of the comfortable armchairs that occur occasionally throughout the hotel's corridors, setting him down in it before returning to drag the briefcase-- far too heavy for the young boy to budge-- over. "Poor fellow does seem to be in a state. Whatever can he be doing with all that gold?" He determines to wait for a little while, to see if Calidus comes around on his own.

"But papa, I'm hungry."

"Patience, patience. We'll have to make certain that Mr. Juvinius is allright."

"O-kay." The boy takes a book out of his pocket and sits down on the floor and begins reading.

ooc: sorry for abandoning you there... my browser decided spontaeously to stop watching the topic. It does that.

Three men dressed in black suits enter the hotel. One of them points towards Calidus and the other two rush over.

The tallest one walks over to Mr. Xiang.
"Excuse me sir are you the owner of this establishment?"

The man checks on Calidus and then runs over towards the suitcase, and gives it a tap on the side he nods over to the third man who is trying to talk to the other people at the desk.

The third man heads back over to Calidus only to find the couch is empty.

"Excuse me sir are you the owner of this establishment?"

"I assure you, no, nor do I know who is. I was only assisting this gentleman... now that's peculiar. Where has he gone?"

The tallest one sends the other two down various corridors and he himself crawls into a ventilation shaft with a flashlight.

After the three men disapeared Calidus pokes his head from underneath a mountain of towels and jumps out of the laundry cart gasping for air.

There is a *ping* from behind as the elevator arrives. Xiang frowns.

"Mr. Juvinius, perhaps you had better explain what this is all about?" He gestures for Calidus to step into the elevator.

Calidus steps into the elevator and looks down at his suitcase.

"I'm not sure, but those three men seem to know who I am."

"Ah. It certainly appears from your behaviour, and theirs, that you are someone in whom they take a certain interest. Can you tell me, perhaps, who they are?" He pauses, raising an eyebrow. "And perhaps more to the point, who are you?"

"Dad." says the kid as the elevator begins its upward journey. "Why was that man looking behind all the furniture?"

Calidus glares back down at his suitcase.

"I wish I knew who they where and all I know is that I work for Red Fox corp as a traveling salesman. How I got this gold I don't know, and that's not even the worst part."

Calidus places the suitcase on the ground and rolls up his left sleeve. He gives his arm a tap and it makes a distinctive ring as if it were metal.

"I just found that out a few minutes ago back at the lobby, wierd huh?"

He looks back over and smiles.

"Great merciful heavens, man... may I?" Xiang inspects Calidus's arm. (ooc: if you want to add any further description, go to-- does it look normal? Is it covered with skin, or what?)

"That is certainly not normal... and you have no memory of how it became that way, h'm? Out of curiosity, what day do you suppose it is?"

Calidus looks back at his seemingly normal arm and rolls his sleeve back down.

"Uhh let's see I was at the airport and the calender said March 23rd, so yeah it's March 23rd 1997."

Xiang's eyes widen ever so slightly. He is evidently very well versed in the arts of not overreacting. The boy, however, is not.

"1997?!?" Saihung says. "But that was like--"

"Quiet, Saihung." Xiang says before turning back to Calidus. "Oh dear. Dear oh dear." he falls quiet, and soon there is a *ping* as the elevator reaches the thirtieth floor.

Xiang looks around, getting his bearings. They face room sixteen, and room eighteen is on the right. He hands the hotel room key to the boy and points down the corridor to the left. "Room 2, Saihung, if you would be so good."

The boy skips down the corridor, unlocking the door and holding it open as Xiang gently leads Calidus towards the room. Once there, he looks around with satisfaction; the room does, indeed, have a well-stocked under the counter fridge. "Perhaps, Mr. Juvinius, you might care for a drink? Saihung?"

"Orange juice!" says Saihung. Calidus, it is to be anticipated, will want something stronger...

Fox scratches her head and glances around the corner. There was no one there. She was sent there not on vacation, but on strict business. This hotel she ahd already spent three nights in until the day cam when she would have to make the drop off. The first obstacle was the camera. She reached up and tore it out of the ceiling, as well as the one from across that. No one was in sight as far as she could see. She lifted the panel in the ceiling, and climbed through, closing it behind her. She began climbing through the ventilation shaft toward the area of the drop off, when she head some people talking.
"Perhaps, Mr. Juvinius, you might care for a drink? Saihung?" *she heard rather loudly. She stopped to listen for a while, wondering where the person was she was supposed to be meeting...he had already been a half hour late...still she stopped to listen.

ooc: Yay! Another participant!

ooc: Yay! Another participant!
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ooc: Yay! Another participant!
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And again.

Fox listens to the conversation...She continues down the ventalation shaft...hopefully she hadn't been heard. There was already a price on her head. She got out in a room, no one was there.. She walked down to the main lobby, her face well covered...if she were be discovered. A man sat at a table. She recognized him instantly. She sat down across from him.

Fox: Do you have it?

Man: Do you have the money?

Fox: of course. *she opens her back slightly to reveal millions of dollars.*

Man: *takes the money and hands Fox a black bag with something in it* I am assured that miss Raveyln Shentavo will get this, no?

Fox: I'm her best oprative.

Man: Good.. I will tell Daja that the drop has been made.

Fox: *holds out hand for a cover* It was nice meeting you.

Man: *accepts the cover, and shakes her hand* His crimson eyes reflect in Fox's... He walks away and disappears*

Fox: :shock: That was Daja... :shock:

Calidus smiles at the boy and heads into the room where he falls back onto the bed. He leaned up and made his way to the counter where he grabs a random bottle and chugs it down. Shortly after he spits it all over and reads the label "Rubbing Alcohol". He grabs another bottle and proceeds to drink trying to forget about the three men, his metal arm, the suitcase of gold... He turns to the window where he sees a calender "May 29th 2003" He grabs the rubbing alcohol and drinks it down shortly afterwards he passes out on the counter with the rubbing alcohol in hand.

ooc: you do realise that would do a normal person serious harm, don't you? Oh, yeah...

ic:

"Um, mister?" The boy says. "Tsie-tsiu lamneheli tizhia gu'zhou? Drink this instead, ok?" The boy pours out his can of orange soda into a glass, pushing it near to the unconscious man, prodding him a bit, as his father deals with a recalcitrant bellhop.

OOC: You've just realized that you're behind by 6 years at that point you really don't care what you drink.

IC: Calidus lifs his head and looks at the boy pushing an orange soda towards him. He grabs it and chugs it down.

"6 years, that's a long time."

He looks back down at his arm.

"This morning I was a salesman for Red Fox and in elss than 40 minutes I found out nothing is true. I'm going to go find those three men, you can keep the gold it's over by the bed."

Calidus gets up and begins heading toward the door...

"Yes, six years is a long time." says Kalsang, stepping between Calidus and the door. "Frankly, I'd like to get to the bottom of why you've lost six years. Trust me, Mr. Juvinius. I am a friend."

A faint voice is heard screaming, getting louder as it seemingly gets closer. Calidus pokes his head out the dorrway trying to find its source. Suddenly a man in a black suit crashes through the ventilation system and lands on the floor, upsidedown, and covered in dust. Immediatly Calidus ducks his head back in the room.

Suit:"Nothing to see here folks, just checking for some rats in the ducts. Sir, weren't you the man with Calidus earlier if so I'd like to search this room."

Calidus panics and runs out onto the balcony closing the blinds behind him.

Fox: :shock: That was...Daja...and...wow...I...*she snaps out of it and takes the black bag. Indeed she would have to give it to Rave...however more work needed to be done. If she was discovered...*
She quickly made her way around the hotel, back through the ventilation shaft. Suddenly, she spots someone before her. It was a man...in a suit? She grabs her gun quickly, the man , however fell through the ventalation shaft.
Fox: :shock: who the hell is he? This is my means of transportation. *she whispered to herself.
She dropped down quickly, concealing the gun, and landed behind the man in the suit. She observed him.Fox looked like a 23 year old female, though in reality, her disguised race also kept her real age hidden...she would be 23 forever. Her lower lip was peirced. Her lips were full, and her eyes stunning. Her hair was a rich chocolate and hazel combination. She was tall, about 5"10. She was thin, yet extremely muscular. Her looks deceived everyone. None would think that this innocent looking woman was a cold blood killer. Clean, efficient. She could use almost everything as a weapon. She looked like an innocent southern girl. Ordinary, alluring however. She possessed an innocence that became appealing...or with what innocence was assumed. However, the price on her head in this nation wasn't known...and she kept herself well hidden... She gripped the man in the suit quite hard on the shoulder.
Fox: Hotel security. *she showed him her credentials quickly, which actually verified this...Rave could get anything...* Now tell me sir, your name and reason you were in the ventilation shafts?

The man in suit winced in pain.

"Checking for rats...in the ducts."

Fox: I find it odd that you would dress in a suit for that, sir...
*She smiled behind his back, but quickly stopped where as she would be discovered*
Thank you Rave...(referring to the credentials) sometimes I wonder how you get this stuff... *she thought to herself*
Fox: Who was this person you mentioned, Calidus? Explain in full sir, for my pacience is touched.

Xiang nods diplomatically to the exceedingly dusty and rumpled man in the suit. "Of course, sir. Would you mind, however, just for a moment..."

He herds the besuited man out into the hallway and quickly closes the door. His voice falls to a near whisper as he speaks:

"Indeed, I was with Mr. Juvinius earlier. He slipped away, however, as you will have noted-- I turned aside, and he was gone. But I wonder if you could tell me. Mr. Juvinius did seem to be in something of a state. What exactly is going on? Is there some trouble? Of course, I'll help in any way I can, but I have to understand the situation."

***Inside the Room***

The boy runs out to the balcony. "Quick, mister! They'll find you out there. Come with me!" He grabs Calidus's arm and drags the confused narcoleptic into the bathroom. "Get in the shower quick. And if you peek I'll poke you in both your eyes." He gives Calidus a shove into the shower and turns the water on the fully clothed man. He then quickly undresses, scattering his clothes over the floor. Grabbing one of the hotel's soft, fluffy towels from the rack, he wraps himself up in it and joins Calidus in the shower, where he begins singing loudly.

"Oooooohhhh Dunderbeck, O Dunderbeck, how could you be so mean..."

"Stay down." he whispers in between verses. "Keep quiet."

To ever have invented the sausage meat machine?

Another man in a suit runs over to the women crushing his partners shoulder.

Suit: "Number two you handle the room I'll take care of this and number three is no his way."

Number two nods at makes his way towards the room.

Number one turns to the women and gives a cold glare.

Suit 1: "The man named Calidus does not concern you so I suggest you forget you ever heard his name."

--Back at the room--

Calidus stands as still as a statue in the shower with his head tilted back and his mouth wide open gasping for air every now and then.

Xiang shakes his head sadly. "Well, I'm sorry to hear you say that. I hope you catch up with him. Cheerio, then."

He opens the door, but shows no sign of being about to let the suit enter, waving politely as he goes to close it.

"Now longtail rats and pussycats will nevermore be seen..."

Fox: If he is in this hotel, and you are looking for him...then he is my business. So you lied...that will cost you. *She thrusted her hands on his neck, causing him to go unconscious...that would hold him for a good five hours. She quickly took out a needle full of orange liquid and injected into him...to make sure he wouldn't wake up until the next day. she looks up to a camera* Great....*She takes out a gun and shoots it down once.* And by the way...I'm not with hotel security..
hm...this guy they're trying to catch sounds interesting...maybe I can help him
*She glances at the man heading toward that room and quickly takes out another needle, whipping it towards him and hitting him in the ankle... that should knock him out for a while as well. She took his body away from the door he was still stirring. She opened the door slowly and entered...ready to strike in defence.

The suit forces his foot beteween the crack of the door.

"Sir it is a matter of securi...nevermind have a nice night sir."

He removes his foot from the door allowing it to close and reports back to number one.

Suit three poked his head around the corner and sees his two partners face down on the floor.

He mutters to himself:"This was supposed to be simple, Calidus shouldn't even remember anything yet he took down Nemo and Spike. I'd better stay back and wait for Calidus to make his move."

Xiang sighs. That was close. Certainly very uninformative, they are.

"They'll all be ground to sausage-meat in Dunderbeck's machine!!!

Xiang shakes his head, chuckling softly to himself. A good boy, Saihung, and very inventive... He knocks on the bathroom door. "Saihung. Have you gotten our guest wet?"

"I-- um... oh." the boy looks up at the drenched Calidus. He obviously hadn't thought of that. He turns off the water. "Sorry, mister." he says, getting out, apologetically handing Calidus a dry towel.

Calidus remains in the same spot now his snoring can be heard since it wasn't drowned out by the noise of the shower. He wakes up seeing Saihung poking him with a towel he takes the towel and smiles at the boy, suddenly he hears the door creak open. (Rave's char)

*sigh*

I leave for FOUR DAYS to get ready for school, and go to school. Oh well. I suppose its a good thing it got popular. Give me a little bit to read, and then I shall jump back in.

ooc: I seem to be experiencing a lag. Rave, did you hit me?

(No, the two suits...the one that i was interigating and the one opening the door...now I'm opening the door....:-) )
Fox slowly made her way through the apartment.
Fox: Calidus?

ooc: would that be the door to my room?

the room calidus is in...

ooc: that's my room then. Just getting clear. :D

IC:

"Well, in you get son."

"But--"

"Now."

The boy understood. "Yes, Papa." Turning the water back on, further drenching the sleeping Calidus, he resumed his song.

Outside, Xiang turns towards the unexpected visitor, surprised to see anyone in the room at all. "Can I help you, Madam?" he asks, an eyebrow raised.

Fox quickly concealed her gun when she saw that the lady wasn't one of them. She looked out into the hall where two fallen agents lay, each knocked unconscious by the serum...
Fox: Erm...sorry about that... *She showed her her credentials* Hotel security ma'am...I'm looking for someone by the name of Calidus. Do you know him?

Calidus stands in the shower now completely drenched and he thinks to himself.

"Another person trying to find me, who are these people?"

Fox: Erm...sorry about that... *She showed her her credentials* Hotel security ma'am...I'm looking for someone by the name of Calidus. Do you know him?

ooc: confused again: if you're talking to Xiang, he's a man, about six feet tall, of Asiatic appearance.

"I wouldn't say that I 'know' Mr. Juvinius, but I can say that I have met him. Dowstairs, in the lobby. He seemed a bit discombobulated, then... these... (he gestures to the unconscious suits) gentlemen showed. Can you tell me, what's going on? Why are all you people looking for this Calidus?" ...and what have I gotten myself into? Why am I hiding Calidus? he thinks to imself. He seems so hapless, and all of these people seem so... dangerous. Bit of a sticky situation, it seems.

Fox: I wasn't intending to go off in search of this person. These men climbed through the ducts...my mode of transportation. I saw them, and stopped them. I must admit I'm not with hotel security. *She burst through the door, still carrying the black bag with her.* My name is Fox Versai. *The name was well known as a 1,000,000 dollar price was on her head for espionage* You see....*She locked the door behind her* If they were looking for this person so carefully, and wouldn't give me any of the information I craved, I decided that this Calidus fellow was well worth my help... I come from the nation of Rave Shentavo...and I am here under her instructions on different business..*she put the bag on the inside of her long leather jacket, carrying the trade. Fox was the deadliest assasin and espionage agent in the entire nation...though she wondered if they had heard of her, better if they didn't.* Where is this Calidus? *her eyes flashed emerald at the man standing before her...she needed answers* And why are they looking for him?

Xiang slowly raised his hands in the air, stopping halfway between his elbows and shoulders The door was locked, he was a prisoner in his own room, and he was unarmed. Though that does not mean that I am not dangerous. And the name... the name seemed familliar... yes, he'd seen it in a brief, he was quite certan. Espionage. Wanted, to be considered armed and extremely dangerous.

And my son is in the next room.

Best play carefully then.

"That you are not with hotel security is, frankly, madam, of little surprise to me. That you should be interested in this man Calidus out of idle curiosity, however, is." He raises an eyebrow at the woman, his rich baritone dropping to bass. "You are clearly an individual of considerable talent." He begins circling, slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. "Someone of considerable skill. Professional. Someone who does not take uneccesary risks. No." He stops his circling and fixes her emerald eyes with his, black as jet. "Why should this Calidus person merit your help? I doubt you would drop out of the woodwork on a whim. What do you know?"

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, the boy was using a penny to undo the screws on the hinges for an employees-only hatch in the wall near the toilet, still singing loudly: "One day a little fat boy came walking in the store... he bought a pound of sausage meat and *erff!* laid them on the floor..."

Calidus begins running varios scenarios in his head.

A-Kick the bathroom door pinning Fox against the wall

B-Escape through the vents

C-Use fake the gun trick

"Hmm if Fox intends to hurt Xiang or Saihung then A, since Fox uses vents as transportation she'd have the natural advantage and I don't think she's dumb enough to fall for C."

Calidus decides to help the boy unscrew the vent.

The boy smiles at Calidus, quickly turning up another penny. They soon manage to get the door off of its hinges, and a crawlspace, approximately three feet high by two feet wide, is evident, leading back into darkness. "Go, go!" Saihung whispers to Calidus, and gives him a shove.

"The boy began to whistle, he whistles up a tune..."

Calidus quietly crawls into the vent and proceeds as silent as possible. He turns around and smiles at the boy and then continues forward.

Fox: A Shentavo, not curious? Why that is a first. I intend neither of you any harm...but the fact that we are both running from something is quite amusing...and I would never harm a child. *She smiled, revealing her race* You see, I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I'm not here to harm anyone. I know all that I need to, though wish to aquire more knowledge. Though, I am quite apt in traveling in the ventalation system. *she lunged and kicked open a door, Calidus was gone.* Great. Why do you people insist on running?~??!?!?!? I just want information...*the guards were waking in the hallway* Well, it was nice meeting you, I think we will meet again. *she smiles, fangs protruding from her upper jaw. She ran and jumped into the ventilation*

Calidus is now lost in the web of ventilation shafts unable to find his way back or where he is. Suddenly he hears something as if it where the sound of someone busting into the ventilation. Scared Calidus speeds his pace and pushes through the first opening he sees. He stands up brushing off some dust and then he realises something truely horrible. He caught sight of the "Womens Locker Room" and dives head first into a stall to avoid detection. He'd rather be found by the three men or that assasain than to be pummeled by a horde of angry females.

"Just my luck." he mutters to himself as he lights a cigerette sitting on the toilet lid.

"Wait a minute, when did I smoke?" He thought to himself.

-BAH posted as me puppet :x -

Fox follows. She caught sight of the man. He seemed lost...like he hadn't been in the vetalation shafts before...well any normal person was..
Fox: What the hell am I doing, I'm not here to kill anyone, let alone find anyone...bloody hell! *she sees the man break through an opening. She drops down immediately. No one in sight. She listens carefully.

Fox: Listen...I'm not here to hurt you...I think I may be of some assistance. *she said cautiously, ready to shoot if she was attacked* She opens the stalls one by one until she finds a man sitting there...in the womans locker room, smoking a cigarette. She takes it from his hands, and inhales.
Fox: Thanks, I had been needing that for a while. *she puts her gun away, seeing the man unarmed...she leaned up against the wall* Who are you running from...who were those men travelling in the ventilation shafts...in those horrid suits? *she talked pretty casually, as if it was a normal conversation*

Calidus' eyes widened as he went over different scenarios again.

A- Fight his way out
B- Run like he had never run before
C- Do nothing
D- Scream rape
E- Just go along with it

He thought to himself..."Let's see she managed to take out two of those guards so A is out. She cought up to me really fast in the vents so no B. C hrmm. D...That liquor must be kicking in by now for me to think of something that stupid. E seems like the only reasonable choi...

Suddenly Calidus blacks out, falls off of the toilet, and hits his head on the side of the stall.

Fox: Great. *She picks up Calidus and makes her way out of the room* Looks like my curiousity has gotten the best of me, now I have to help you. *She grips his stomach and puts his arm around her shoulders. He would pass for a drunk. She made her way toward the elevator, pulling the collar of her trenchcoat up and her sunglasses on. This was a huge risk for her. She got into the elevator. The doors slammed behind her. That is when she realized they weren't alone. A suit was in the elevator, and examined over Calidus.
Suit: Calidus? *He looked in shock and then at Fox* Now who the hell are you?!
Fox: *removes sunglasses* Fox. *She punches him twice in the face, breaking his nose in three places. But suddenly, the suit put his gun to her stomach.*

Suit: I could kill you right now, and get 1,000,000 dollars for doing so. You and Calidus.

Fox: *removes a needle with the poison in it* Go ahead...shoot. *she smiled and drove the needle into his neck just as he pulled the trigger. She watched as he collapsed to the ground. She still held Calidus with her right arm. With her free hand she reached down toward her stomach. SHe reached in and pulled the metal bullet out. She let it drop to the floor.* Agh..*she watches as the wound heals itself. She cleans out the entire elevator of any of her blood that was spilt. The doors open to the floor that his room was on. The two agents still lay there. She dragged the one in the elevator out to make three. She held Calidus, still unconscious. The agents would wake up in less than six hours, the third one would wake up in 48. She let the doors close behind her, forgetting about the bullet she left on the elevator floor. She made her way to the door and knocked.
Fox: Who the hell is after you Calidus? Their bullets hurt...*she looked at the blood on her shirt* Bloody helll..

--Calidus' Dream--

There's a man lying on an operating table with surgeons all around, while business men look from behind a glass window. Suddenly everything goes white and Calidus can make out muffeled words....

"Chaos Virus R2...Elves...leathal effects...trade...gold...terrorists."

"Doctor did you give his arm that surprise I asked for?"
"Yes, the mini-gun can be activated by....metal detectors can't see either."
"Good we'll send him to kill the buyers and take the money without giving them..."

Suddenly Calidus sees himself standing near piles of corpses, then he is shot a few times and falls into water. Once again he hears muffeled voices...

"Erase his memory we don't need a failure reporting to Luporum athorities, we'd be finished."

"Escaped with what!?"

"During the procedure...only halfway and he'll expierance the loss in four hours until then he'll seem fine....sideeffects...narcolepsy...nausia...heightened senses..."

Fox: Bloody hell...*She looks at Calidus and sets him down* She opens her coat revealing weapons on one side and viles and needles on the other. She takes out one, a violet liquid, not like the orange one used to knock out the guards. She takes a needle and puts it into the vile, drawing out the antidote. She presses it, causing some of it to flow out. She taps it to get the air out of the needle. She presses it deeply into Calidus' arm.* I need to ask Rave for more of these...I've used three on myself already.... *this liquid was somewhat of a cure to a hangover, or overdose in alchohal. She slapped him across the face.* Get up Calidus! Get up! *The two guards started to stir.*
I don't want to fight them and protect you at the same time!
Fox: Bloody hell get up Calidus! *she slaps him again..any second it should take effect....*
Suit: Hey...hey you...what the hell do you think you're doing? *the suit got up, as well as his partner*

Fox: Great...*She puts her hand forward and motions them, taunting them to attack* The first runs toward her. She kicks him in the stomach and grabs his shoulders, flipping over him. She snaps his neck, making him fall to the ground. The second tears toward her. She takes a punch to the face, but dodges the second. She flips over him, and brings her leg up backwards in an aerobesque position, hitting him in the head. He turns around and she grabs his hands. She has his left out straight, and his right she flips behind his head. She pushes down on his neck, pushing him to the floor. He reaches for his gun, but she is already there. She presses it to his head... She took out another orange vile, and needle, taking her time, and stabbed it into his spine. He went unconscious. She looked at Calidus, and slapped him again.
Fox: Bloody hell, man, wake up.. *she glance around nerviously...but no one had saw her.*

Calidus continues to stir around having haunting memories of his past

--Dream--

Calidus sees a small boy in his home suddenly he hears several gunshots and he stumbles downstairs. He sees two men in full armor and equiped with rifles, they grab the child and drag him away. Flashes appear and the boy grows older, it appears the child is being trained to fight or even kill. Finally he sees the boy all grown up it's himself holding a blood soaked katana standing over a pile of bodies.

--Realworld--

Calidus wakes up screaming and dripping with sweat

Fox: *still smoking the cigarette* Finally...*the bodies of the three agents were still in the hall, one was dead, two were unconscious* Now, tell me why you are running, and who these people are... *she looked at the suits. Then at the bottom of her shirt. There was a hole where the bullet had been, and blood from where she was shot. The wound had healed over. It was clearly made by a bullet...but the actual bullet was still in the elevator. She looked at him, her emerald eyes shifting to a dark blue, waiting for answers.*

Calidus stands up and brushes himself off

"Those were flunkies of Red Fox, in approx 3 hours the elite forces will show up and they won't go down so easily. Odds are they are looking for the gold in my briefcase, which isn't all gold; the bar labeled Nightmare contains a new type of virus one that could bring down the entire elven race if it fell into the wrong hands. Take the briefcase to Luporian Officials immediatly, also make sure Mr. Xiang and his son are safe. In less than 3 hours 50 elite guard will storm the building and I'll make sure they don't get past me."

Calidus lifts a fold of skin under his left arm and presses a few buttons, suddenly his arm transforms into a minigun. He pulls out another cigerette begins walking towards the stairway.

Fox: *the diamonds were still in the black bag under her trench coat...she grips him on the shoulder* I don't take orders from you...I'm not here to protect them...I'm not some messanger...I'm trained to kill... If you need assistance in that..contact me. *she threw him an earpiece. Blood had been drawn from his shoulder from her tight grip. She gripped it harder, then let go.* I saved your ass...those agents were coming straight toward you...I didn't even know it at the time... you were a complete stranger to me. Then in the elevator...taking bullets isn't in my job description. *she looks down at her bloody shirt. She smiles, her fangs showing prominantly. She looks at the gun* It might help to have someone who could take one hundred bullets, and still stand to fight...think about it. *She flips backwards, looks at him, and steps into the elevator*

Calidus looks towards her

"I need your help, but I don't want it. In fact I expect to be killed when they storm in. Besides this is a personel matter and I'd rather go it alone."

He walks out of the elevator and proceeds down the stairs, on the way down he begins singing the same song Saihung was singing earlier.

"One day a little fat boy came walking in the store... he bought a pound of sausage meat and *erff!* laid them on the floor..."

Fox: Well with me, you won't be dead. *She presses the button of the elevator and heads down to the first floor... she had never been spoken to like that, though she hadn' t been the one holding the gun.* You try to help others running from the law, and all they can do is turn their arm into a gun. *She laughs. The drop off had been complete, she need not stay any longer*

Saihung looks drippingly up at his father. The door to the crawlspace has been crudely kicked aside by the woman, and the entire bathroom is sopping wet.

"I tried to get the door back on before she came in, Dad."

"That's allright, Saihung."

"Should we chase them?"

"Chase them? No, I don't think so. I think rather we had better send down to room service for some extra towels. And a mop. And food."

"Food! Yay!" Saihung skipped back into the room, still wrapped in his sodden towel, and began selecting clothes from his bag.

No. Calidus seemed such a lost soul, I did want to help him. But that woman... she had fangs. Well, I suppose there are stranger things in this world..."

Saihung dressed as his father talked to room service. "No. Just the mop, I'll sort it myself. Yes. What's on the vegetarian menu? Uh-huh. Anything without eggs? Yes, that should be fine. No, no cheese. Xiang, yes, 30-02. Thank you."

"Well, that's us, sorted. With any luck we'll be back on-- oh."

"What, papa?"

"I have a most extraodinary premonition that one or the other of those remarkable people will be back."

Xiang's eyes had settled on the corner of the room near the alchohol cabinet. There, on the floor, the briefcase had fallen open, gold bricks spilling out.

Fox made her way down the elevator...
Was it true that all these elite agents will storm this building in but an hour? *She pushed her hair back* Well, as he said, he doesn't want my help...well...if he needs me...he'll contact me. I gave him that communicator after all. She concealed her gun under her coat as well with the various viles and weapons...she had taken a great risk in showing her face and carrying Calidus in the open..if she had been seen...there would be more than just elite here...
A voice came behind her...
Voice: Miss Fox Shentavo?

Calidus walked slowly down the steps thinking about life, death, everything really. He threw the cigerette onto the ground and stepped on it. Suddenly a helidopter could be heard and vans screeched nito the parking lot.

"How can they be this early?"

Calidus began sprinting upstairs

OOC: Don't worry, this new person won't encroach on any of your people. Yet. :)
IC:

A dark figure walks in. A trench coat revealed almost too much about her slender figure. She clutched a cigarette in her right hand, it was almost out.

As she walked up to the desk, one of the receptionists asked if he could help her, especially with all the ruckus that's been going on lately.

"I have Room 1117. May I have my key?"

The receptionist was puzzled. Until he looked at who matched with room 1117.

Sheila Laskre, the hotel detective.

"Certainly ma'am." He handed her the key to the room. As he looked a little harder at her trench coat, he realized it was a little loose at the top, and she had no other clothes on.

She winked at him, and curled her finger sultrily at him, perhaps gesturing him to follow her, as she walked off to the elevators.

ooc: Yay! A new participant! :D

ooc: Yay! A new participant! :D


OOC: Huh? I started the thread, but made the pitiful mistake of leaving. Or did you mean a new character?

O.O.C. can I join in?

ooc: So you did. It was so long ago, I had forgotten. *ahem* Yay! A new character! :D

Fox bumped into a woman on the way down...wearing a trenchcoat much like hers. She put on her sunglasses, disguising her identity. Fox realized it wasn't the floor she wanted, and pressed to floor seven, which was restricted acess... She wasn't allowed there. She wasn't allowed anywhere...she was supposed to be locked up. With such a price on her head, she was glad she hadn't been recognized. She observed the woman.
Fox: You might want to put some more clothes on...might catch a cold.
She touched the black bag inside her trenchcoat with the red diamonds in it, making sure that they were all there...she needed to help Calidus...

O.O.C. screw it. i haven't read anything but that it is a hotel rp but I'm joining in with my own oddball charatcer

I.C. A small man in a trenchcoat walks up top the front desk in the lobby he is wearing a fedora with the brim pulled down. He seems to have a balance problem as he wobbles as he walks. He approaches the desk and asks in a high pitched voice
"can I have a room?"

ooc: Everyone has my trendy trench coat now lol. :lol:

O.O.C. not really I can make it an overcoat!

occ: :lol: lol..no it's ok...i like being a trend setter. *smiles*

ooc: Celack: the more the merrier, I say-- let's have some fun.

ooc: Everyone has my trendy trench coat now lol. :lol:

But you all have clothes on under them...

ooc:

ooc: Everyone has my trendy trench coat now lol. :lol:

But you all have clothes on under them...

I don't have a trenchcoat.

I suppose it's good I have clothes then.

Some would argue that that is bad...

Sure would liven things up...

Ah, but it would get us deleted...

I don't see why. If we censor just enough, you can get away with a lot, if its is in character, and tasteful. We got away with a bunch during the Ruhr Rally.

Fair enough, and I'll bear it in mind... :twisted:

OOC: Don't worry, this new person won't encroach on any of your people. Yet. :)
IC:

A dark figure walks in. A trench coat revealed almost too much about her slender figure. She clutched a cigarette in her right hand, it was almost out.

As she walked up to the desk, one of the receptionists asked if he could help her, especially with all the ruckus that's been going on lately.

"I have Room 1117. May I have my key?"

The receptionist was puzzled. Until he looked at who matched with room 1117.

Sheila Laskre, the hotel detective.

"Certainly ma'am." He handed her the key to the room. As he looked a little harder at her trench coat, he realized it was a little loose at the top, and she had no other clothes on.

She winked at him, and curled her finger sultrily at him, perhaps gesturing him to follow her, as she walked off to the elevators.

She got off the elevator at the eleventh floor. She saw that she was alone, and was disappointed to see that. People were so much fun. Especially men. Some of the weaker specimens melted at her feet, like a creamsicle that was dropped on the sidewalk.

She walked along the hallway, and the tails of her trench coat caught in the elevator. The coat melted off her bare shoulders, as if it were made of a fluid and fell to the ground.

Pity nobody is here to see this, she thought. The men would be swooning.

She walked along the hallway to her room, and opened the door, so she could sit in a chair and flip on the TV.

1117.

3002.

Life is so unfair.

1117.

3002.

Life is so unfair.

:) Yes, yes it is. Maybe she could press the wrong button on the elevator... :P

Okay, bedtime. Sorry. :)

Oooooh, yes please. But not 'til tomorrow. It's well past 6 AM here and I have got to go to sleep, or else... oh wait... I will be good for nothing i less than 2 hours.

OOC: Damn, loose track of a thread for a few days after a LONG period of no activity and it runs away on ya!
IC:At the Bar
Dean Moriarty, now long-abandoned by the female receptionist and sporting a light buzz from several shots of "hard stuff" stumbles off of his stool (falls might be a better description) and tries to make his way towards the lobby.

On his way there, he sees a hot chick wearing a trench coat but without any signs of other clothing underneath... ( 8) )

...and it is just about at that point, as he tries to approach her, that he trips over a bar table, knocking it sideways and taking out a few chairs with it. It happened to be the only table anywhere near his path.

By the time that he made it out of the bar he decided that the best thing to do was probably to just make for his room.

As Moriarty waits for the elevator, he sees another fellow walk in, only a bit better off than himself, and ask for a room.

Suddenly, a van screeches to a halt outside of the front entrance. It is up on the sidewalk and the doors burst open...

Fox bumped into a woman on the way down...wearing a trenchcoat much like hers. She put on her sunglasses, disguising her identity. Fox realized it wasn't the floor she wanted, and pressed to floor seven, which was restricted acess... She wasn't allowed there. She wasn't allowed anywhere...she was supposed to be locked up. With such a price on her head, she was glad she hadn't been recognized. She observed the woman.
Fox: You might want to put some more clothes on...might catch a cold.
She touched the black bag inside her trenchcoat with the red diamonds in it, making sure that they were all there...she needed to help Calidus...

(Did you see my post? :? )

Fox bumped into a woman on the way down...wearing a trenchcoat much like hers. She put on her sunglasses, disguising her identity. Fox realized it wasn't the floor she wanted, and pressed to floor seven, which was restricted acess... She wasn't allowed there. She wasn't allowed anywhere...she was supposed to be locked up. With such a price on her head, she was glad she hadn't been recognized. She observed the woman.
Fox: You might want to put some more clothes on...might catch a cold.
She touched the black bag inside her trenchcoat with the red diamonds in it, making sure that they were all there...she needed to help Calidus...

(Did you see my post? :? )
OOC: Is that to me or Imnsvale? If me, then my post is placed a short bit back.

Imnsvale

The man in the trenchcoat leans over the front desk and his head falls off and is covered shortly by the fedora so nobody could see it.

Fox bumped into a woman on the way down...wearing a trenchcoat much like hers. She put on her sunglasses, disguising her identity. Fox realized it wasn't the floor she wanted, and pressed to floor seven, which was restricted acess... She wasn't allowed there. She wasn't allowed anywhere...she was supposed to be locked up. With such a price on her head, she was glad she hadn't been recognized. She observed the woman.
Fox: You might want to put some more clothes on...might catch a cold.
She touched the black bag inside her trenchcoat with the red diamonds in it, making sure that they were all there...she needed to help Calidus...

(Did you see my post? :? )

{Er, no. Hum. How to fix...}

(Make up what you need, then take her to her room, with the trench coat in the elevator :P I have no plan for her, so you are all free to have some fun. :))

Fox: Let me show you to you're room...maybe get you some more cloths. *She got off the elevator on the womans floor. She showed her her credentials* I'm hotel security ma'am. *Once again Rave's glorious ability of being able to get anything, along with her ability to lie had served her well.* I'm investigating a very dangerous woman in this hotel. A Shentavo no less. *Fox definately got a kick out of this*
She inserts the key in the door and opens it for the woman.
You're name miss?

(I like how Rave can be in two or three places at the same time. :lol: I have a Gekidoku here, but I faded from the thread.)

Calidus reached the rooftop to see a helicopter land and unload seven men armed with RFA55 Rifles and covered with body armor. He could hear one of them speaking.

"Bring him back alive or find the suitcase, if you found thesuitcase dispose of him."

The soldiers nodded and spreaded out onto the rooftop. One of the units spotted Calidus and slowly approached him. Calidus ripped the grill off a ventilation shaft and dove in. Calidus ended up breaking through the vents on the thirteenth floor.

"This hotel needs to make its vents more managable." He said to himself brushing off some dust.

(I like how Rave can be in two or three places at the same time. :lol: I have a Gekidoku here, but I faded from the thread.)

(Its' fox...rave just ahs connections with the hotel and was able to get her posing as hotel security...rave's not there lol...but fox is a shentavo..wonder what race she is then sigma lol.... :lol: )

(Ah, I thought it was Rave.)

(Okay, I'm confused now. she [the hotel detective, Sheila Laskre] is talking to Rave Shentavo in the elevator?)

(Okay, I'm confused now. she [the hotel detective, Sheila Laskre] is talking to Rave Shentavo in the elevator?)

Fox Shentavo.. RAVE ISN"T THERE!! lol

OOC:Huh? I'm lost now lol

Do we need to just start fresh? Same characters, but pretend all this never happened?

Do we need to just start fresh? Same characters, but pretend all this never happened?

I'd rather have my bumbling narcoleptic business man than my semi assasain/mercenary. <RUN> <RESART> *bleep**blip**Explosion!*

naw....here's where it stands

Fox has just shown the detective her room...and asked for her name...that is all.... * :wink: (alright now that that's clear lol)

She's the detective... I'd hope she'd know how to get to her room :P

She's the detective... I'd hope she'd know how to get to her room :P

Fox just wants to find out more about her...

____


Fox: So what's your name? Tell me a little about yourself...I'll get you some clothes in a minute.

(Is her trench coat in the elevator? Well, it is now.)

"Sheila."

She looked down, and realized she wasn't wearing any clothes. She didn't seen to mind in he least.

"Well, I am in town on business. But pleasurable business..."

She looked meaningfully at him, and curled her finger in that same sultry way she does. She pondered just leaving him hanging, but that wasn't nice...

But neither was she.

Fox: Right...listen lady, I don't swing that way. *Fox brushed her hair back, and left the room for a moment carrying some of her clothes. She threw them at Sheila. And cracked her neck..her gun was right under her trenchcoat...Fox could shoot the detective at any second. She surely was mad... But one less detective would mean one less person after her and the price on her head. She turned on the TV for a moment...

Hello I'm Sheba Young for the Seven o clock news. In current events, Fox Shentavo, mastermind of crime is suspected to be visiting another nation. Her connection with the lost red diamonds is unknown. Sources say that she may be staying at a hotel or a close friend's house. She is expected to be armed and extremely dangero...*she immediatly switched the TV off and gripped the bag of diamonds on the inner pocked of her trench coat, the gun in the other* Keep the clothes...*she walked out of the room...now she had to find calidus...*

OOC: Oh, oops. :oops: Looks like I needed to fix some gender specific pronouns... That wasn't what I meant at all... Oh well. And she is a HOTEL detective. She could care less about Fox...
IC:

She flipped her hair absentmindedly and walked out. As she walked down the hallway, she passes several people, mostly men, who had to pick up their jaws from off the ground, and tie them back on with twine. See, this was what she enjoyed most about this job. She could get away with that in a hotel.

Fox went back down the elevator..she stepped out and looked around. Her lip ring was clear and made of diamond. Her streaked hair was cut just above her shoulders and flowed genlty over her tan skin. She needed to find Calidus...she would send a message to him.

Fox: Calidus.. *A voice whispered in his head* Where are you?

She walked back to her room, and arrived to the television she left on. She sat in a chair, and relaxed.

Maybe I should go to the restaurant. Might be fun.

Moriarty is waiting for the elevator to arrive (not quite aware that he's standing in front of a maintenance door instead of the elevator door) when a dozen heavily-armed soldiers run through the lobby...and aside from some sensation of a clapping crowd, which Dean writes off to his drinks, he doesn't notice them until they throw him against...and through...the maintenance door.

"Holy...Wow, dudes, whatt's up with the..this..tha-- shovvving...there'ss plen'y o' room in da elevador fer everyone!" He manages to shout at the soldiers before they realize that he's not Calidus and they shut the door on him. Moriarty then gets up, or tries to, so that he can choose his floor.

Although he finds it a bit odd that there's only a switch to choose floors (and that there's only light when he chooses the "top" floor). Moriarty is determined and, when the door opens with the switch "up," he stumbles back out into the lobby...where he discovers that "both floors" appear to be pretty damn similar in the end.

Only a partly private comment, Moriarty mumbles"Damn arcka-tetts, donn-kno haow ta dee-zine a hotel nomore...Hmmm, maybe this floor has a better bar..."

And with that, Moriarty returns to this "new" bar. On his way in, he crashes into the same table that he fumbled over when leaving the bar before finding his way to a nice safe booth.

Fox continues to walk back to the elevator...seeing Calidus no where. This has been a great transport, huh? I come here, damn curiousity gets me involved in all of this...You know, I haven't had a good challenge in a while...this might be good for me.. *Fox walks down the hall instead, toward the maintanance elevators. She sees twelve heavily armed soilders down the hall. There was no one this far down...only them and her. There would be no witnessess. She reached under her trenchcoat and gripped body guns in her hands as she approached the men. Their eyes lit up as they saw her.

Man: Why hello there? What can I help you with ma'am *he smiled nicely.*

Fox: Do you know of a man named Calidus?

Man: :shock: Yes, that's why we're here...what do you.. *Fox immediately pulled the trigger to his head, and whirled around and began shooting at the others. One...two...four....six...nine.. Nine went down before they knew what was coming. Then they began to shoot at her... SHe ran down the opposite hall, shooting back all the while. Shedove up into the ventilation shafts, but a bullet graced her arm. She looked at it, yelling in pain.
There will be better time to pull that out later.. She made her way through the ventilation shafts, hopefully drawing attention away from Calidus.

She pondered about things in general.

This hotel is so enormous. I wonder what is going on in any of the room right now. Any room at all. Imagine. There could be million dollar deals next door to a twenty dollar hooker and customer.

She decided to walk down to the hotel restaurant in jeans. Just jeans.

She got the same usual reactions in the hallways, but the hotel couldn't do anything about it for those who complained for obvious reasons.

She sat down and perused the menu.

Well, the Beef Wellington is good, if I remember this place.

She ordered said dish, ate it, to the stares of the other patrons.

Calidus hid behind a corner waiting the squad leader to pass by, in an instant the Red Fox squad leader was pulled oout of sight. The squad leader emerged from around the corner adjusting his outfit.

"God this suit is small, I should've picked a bigger person."

Fox zoomed throught the ventilations shafts...the bullet still in her arm. She tried to ignore the pain and escape. She dropped down...great... another army person...the leader, go figure. She pulled the bullet out of her arm as the wound healed over. She held her gun at his chest....then did a double take.
Fox: Calidus? *she whispered and lowered her gun, quickle hiding behind the opposite corner from the others there*

"I think I can end their raid without actually causing any more commotion."

Calidus adjusts his goggles and grabs the walkie talkie

(In his best impression of the squad leader)"All troops pull back to the rooftop I repeat fall back to the rooftop, Calidus has escaped northbound on foot we'll track him down from the air. Also contact the ground insertion squad and tell them to cover the houses north of this hotel, I'll stay and search for the package."

After receiving a series of "Yes sir"s Calidus looks at Fox and smiles

Fox: Alright it's you're lead... If you want to take me as a "prisoner" then I'll be able to help you if you're discovered. I'm already wanted, so it won't cause suspision...shoot me if you have to convince them...*she smiled and winked...a bullet would do her no harm...but would put her in an extreme amout of pain. Extreme, but one that she could bare*

"Don't worry these guys bought it, they're probably in the helicopter now looking for me."

Calidus looks down and sees the greenlight from the walkie-talkie is still on.

"DOH!"

Fox: *smiles* I could always take you prisoner...be able to get you out no trouble... *the choice is yours....How can I help? Remember, I'm not a messanger...I only to espionage and on occasion, a conspiracy, and sometimes assasinations. *she smiled at him*

Calidus turns, changes his arm back into a mini-gun, and smiles.

"Worst comes to worst we could always fight our way out, with narrow corridors and few places for them to take cover, they would walk into their graves."

A small red beam emerges from the ventilation shafts and lands on Calidus' chest.

Fox grips him on the shoulder and presses him to the ground. She was wearing the former army suit, with a minor adjustment, the shirt was left slightly open, revealing a lot...
Fox: It's alright boys, I've got it under control. *the light faded as some men dropped down from the ceiling. She picked him up and pushed him forward* Come on let's Go! Move it! *she yelled...it seemed she had experiance in the military before...all the men just kept looking at her shirt though...that was the distraction*

Calidus would've preferred shooting his way out or at least dieing in hail of gunfire, but this would work. Fox seemed like she knew what she was doing.

(Calidus whispers):"I hope you know what you're doing."

Fox: I do...I was a five star general for several years..
*the men escort her to a helicopter.*
She glanced at the people inside. one piolet, one co piolet, one assistant to hold Calidus. She pushed Calidus in quite harshly. She got in as well, closing the door behind her. The men looked at her...*
Fox: *sternly* Quick...get us out of here... *meanwhile she was preparing the three needles she had brought from her trenchcoat with her.

Calidus rubbed his left arm prepared to blast the pilots until he saw Fox reach for the needles.

(Calidus thinking to himself): "Well at least I know how to drive a helicopter, and worst comes to worst I get to shoot people. Wow things are turning out quite well for me today."

Fox: *turned to the man next to her* Can you help me with something?

Man: Of course. What is it ma'am.

Fox: Well you see, *points to shirt* I can't do buttons...could you help me?

Man: O_O *nods head furiously*

Fox: *immediately when he leans in she stabs him with the needle...making him go silent and unconscious. She looks at Calidus and slips behind the co-pilot...inserting the needle unoticed on the side of his neck...he went unconscious quickly. She thre Calidus her gun..* all yours...*she said looking at the pilot.*

Calidus lit a gigantic smile but didn't want to use his minigun for fear of damaging the controls. In an instant the pilot's blood was spread across the windshield and his head was hanging on by an inch of skin and spine.

"THANK YOU, I've been wanting to kill someone all day!"

Fox: *immediately shoots the other two, they had only been unconscious* You know how to fly this thing...I can, but really don't feel like it. *she smiled as she pulled the two bodies into the back. She hoped into the co-pilots seat.* So will you finally admit that you need me? *she smiled and laughed slightly, doing the buttons up on her jacket*

Calidus hops into the pilot's seat and grabs the controls

"I don't need anyone when I got Fang with me."

He reaches to his hip and grabs the hilt of his katana,he lifts it just enough to see the blood at the top of the blade. He lets go and it falls back into its camoflauged scabbered

Fox: :roll: Right....
typical male ego
Fox: where do you plan to go from here?

"Back to the hotel, I need to get that briefcase and get the virus away from Red Fox. That virus is the nastiest thing since the first Chaos Virus was released."

Fox: I suppose I need to get back as well...SHIT!..I left the diamonds in my trench coat....

"Diamonds? Well I guess we can split up, not like a virus that can turn elves into incredibly powerful zombies is important or anything."

"By the way where is your trench coat?'

Fox: My trencoat is in the mantainance closet..where I changed into this outfit...damnit! If Daja finds out...he'll kill me...we have to get back as fast as possible..this is crutial...God damnit! I'm never this careless!!!!!

the fedora covering the head is mvoing!

the fedora covering the head is mvoing!

What?

Calidus lands the helicopter back onto the rooftop and jumps out. Then he remembered he left the suitcase in Mr. Xiang's room on floor eleventh or thirteen. Then he remembered the straight drop to the thirteenth floor and dives into the ventilation shaft and screams the whole way down.

look back at my posts.

Out of the night sky, a small, spherical vehicle lands on the grass outside. A single man steps out, wearing a pair of grey-green pants, stained with greese and solder, a white T-shirt, a plaid shirt-jacket, and a strange, grey coat. He walks inside the hotel, and meets the clerk.

"A room please. For one. Do you have universe net connection?"

He also sees a trenchcoat in the lobby. He picks it up.

*the helicopter was above the hotel*

Fox: DAMNIT It's not fast enough! *She smiled* I'll see you...*She jumped out and landed on the ground...flight was a useful ability. She rushed inside the hotel, and began looking for her trenchcoat*

Calidus lands on the thirteenth floor and crashes throught the same spot as the first time. He runs into Mr. Xiang's room and sees a Red Fox officer dive out the window with the suitcase and casts his parachute. Calidus opens his minigun but stops when he sees small children below.

"Dammit, DAMMIT!"

He runs into the elevator and sees a large pompus man standing there idly

A single man steps out, wearing a pair of grey-green pants, stained with greese and solder, a white T-shirt, a plaid shirt-jacket, and a strange, grey coat. He walks inside the hotel, and meets the clerk



Fox: *sees trenchcoat* Sir, I beleive that coat is mine.

A single man steps out, wearing a pair of grey-green pants, stained with greese and solder, a white T-shirt, a plaid shirt-jacket, and a strange, grey coat. He walks inside the hotel, and meets the clerk



Fox: *sees trenchcoat* Sir, I beleive that coat is mine.

Oh. It.....uh.....is? Well, er, I guess you should have it back, then.

Unknown to them, he places a small RFID chip in the pocket.

"This might be fun to follow," he thought to himself.

Fox: Thanks...*thank god he didn't see the needles, guns, or diamonds for that matter*

Fox: Rave...drop off received

Rave: Good...get it back here as soon as possible

Calidus presses the first floor button and the fat man presses the roof button. Calidus gives him a twisted look as the elevator begins moving up. Suddenly the man mashes all the buttons above 11.

Calidus:"WTF is wrong with you I'm in a damn hurry!"

Fat Man:"I like to see every floor."

The elevator suddenly shuts down in between floors

Calidus:"I don't beleive this!

Fat Man:"100 bottles of beer on the wall, 100 bottles of beer..."

--10 Minutes Later--

Fat Man:"234 Bottles of beer on the wa...uh oh..."

Calidus:"What uh oh?"

Fat Man:"Nothing, nothing at all"

Calidus sniffs the air and smells the distinct smell of a wet fart

Calidus:"AAAaaahahhhhhhhahahhh!!!"

Fat Man:"It...it was you."

Calidus:"F*** this!"

Calidus uses his minigun to blast a hole in the top of the elevator. He then turns to the man and unseathes his katana and presses it against his throat.

Calidus:"It was you."

*Slllliiiiiiitttt*

Fox: Thanks...*thank god he didn't see the needles, guns, or diamonds for that matter*

Fox: Rave...drop off received

Rave: Good...get it back here as soon as possible

Upon further thought, he realized something.

"Wait a minute, where there needles in that jacket? Hey, ma'am! Are you sure that jacket is yours?"

Calidus runs out into the parking lot only to see the officer boarding the RF insertion van with the suitcase.

"Get back here I ain't done with you!"

Calidus dives and catches the bumper. The driver sees this and begins hitting every speed bump in the parking lot.

"This day is starting to suck!"

She pondered about things in general.

This hotel is so enormous. I wonder what is going on in any of the room right now. Any room at all. Imagine. There could be million dollar deals next door to a twenty dollar hooker and customer.

She decided to walk down to the hotel restaurant in jeans. Just jeans.

She got the same usual reactions in the hallways, but the hotel couldn't do anything about it for those who complained for obvious reasons.

She sat down and perused the menu.

Well, the Beef Wellington is good, if I remember this place.

She ordered said dish, ate it, to the stares of the other patrons.

After having evenually made his way back to the bar, Moriarty is annoyed to discover that this bartender looks a helluva lot like the other bartender...and he, too, won't give Moriarty anything more to drink.

"F%$*ing bastard bartenders...Always working against a fello--man, I gotta go take a leak."

And, as quickly as he had started thinking about the conspiracy of bartenders, Moriarty is off to the restroom.

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A couple of minutes later
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Dean Moriarty emerges from the bathroom somewhat triumphantly...having overcome the objections of a fellow hotel guest about using the special urinal. Dean still couldn't understand why the thing wouldn't flush or why it was so far off of the ground, but he eventually figured out that he could choose between using hot and cold water to clean things out a bit. It was also nice of them to put it right next to the sink.*

Moriarty turns his attention towards the bar only long enough to remember some issue about the bartender being a bastard.

"Oh, yea, that F%$*er..."

Moriarty has a moment of revelation that lasts just long enough to let him know that he should grab a table and order some food...the rest of the plan never got past the alcohol...

After looking around a bit, Moriarty sits down in a booth that he thought was empty...and finds himself face-to-face with the topless hotel detective. His drunken stupor makes the up-take a bit slow, but eventually it hits him.

Holy....

"Umm, hey, my name's Dean Moriarty...what's your cup siz--err, yer numbe--sh!t I mean, what's your name?"


OOC: *- Yes, he did just use the sink as a urinal...I've known guys who are perfectly sober that have done the same damn thing.