Cue sax of the yackety variety.

[foolishwren]

Who: Anyone in the Goldenrod Hotel
Where: The Goldenrod City Hotel
When: Starting at 5:00 PM on December 19th and ending at 4:00 AM on December 20th.
Summary: POWER OUTAGE IN THE GOLDENROD CITY HOTEL. See here for details!
Rating: Probably PG to PG-13.
Log:
A pair of deep, enormous red eyes sat in front of the receptionist and stared, intensely.

The receptionist pursed her lips and frowned, staring back through a pair of horn-rimmed glasses.

Claudy's enormously fluffy feet were reflected neatly on the glossy countertop, as were the wickedly-sharp talons that stuck out of them.

Those were the main things keeping the unfortunate receptionist on duty from shooing the owl Pokemon, although the beak wasn't much of an incentive, either.

"Um... young lady," she said hesitantly, trying to lean around the large bird, her chair creaking. "The lobby is intended to be a space for EVERYBODY..."

"And it still IS a space for everybody," Heather said, unloading a shoulderful of soft, folded blankets onto one of the lobby's sofas and dusting her hands off. Several other blankets had already been partially tied up over the back of the couch and stretched out to attach at the corners to rows of chairs that were painstakingly arranged in aesthetically-pleasing, tunnel-wall-like patterns. There were also the beginnings of several pillow-built barricades, and even some large cardboard boxes standing by on reserve, should the pillows run out before construction was complete. "It's just a COOLER space for everybody."

The receptionist's frown grew and she sighed, rubbing her temples and trying to ignore the Noctowl's unblinking stare. She was fairly certain that it had been placed there SOLELY to distract her from stopping the construction of 'New Lobby'-- and it was doing a fairly good job.

Why did the difficult visitors ALWAYS come downstairs while SHE was on desk duty?

Meanwhile, the wind howled outside, piling snow against the glass doors to the outside and plastering against the windows-- not that there was much to see out there, besides flying snow. It blotted out even the rest of the city's lights, which normally lit up the plaza outside like daylight even after dusk.

"Miss, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to take all that down," she said for the fifth time in the past half-hour, and as usual, she was completely ignored as the scruffy blond girl tied a few more blankets up (with some difficulty due to her bandaged hands).

Biting her lip, she started to stand up.

Maybe if she just went over and started... taking all the blankets down herself--







And then suddenly, there was a low mooooooan of electricity deciding spontaneously that life wasn't worth it anymore and turning itself off.

The lights went out.

Silence reigned in the lobby.




.... for about five seconds.


"Oh my goodness..."

"WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED--"

"/OLD WOMAN OWL SCREAM"




<sub>[Feel free to make your own threads! They can be down in the lobby, they can be up in the rooms, they can be anywhere! Is your character in the bathroom plucking their eyebrows when the lights go out? WE WANNA HEAR ABOUT IT, SO GO FOR IT. Are they falling down the stairs? POST THAT SHIT.]

[Threadhopping/jacking is totally encouraged, so TAG AROUND TO YOUR HEART'S CONTENT, MY DUDES. If your own thread isn't getting replies right away, go ahead and jump in somewhere else! Look out for other characters in the same areas as yours-- lobby, hallways, staircases, etc! Have fun!]</sub>

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[foolishwren]

As her heartrate started to return to normal, Heather shook her head, a grin starting to spread across her face. Sneaky bastard.

"So you got past the mighty Cooj, huh? Impressive."

She obediently starts to scoot backwards, making no sudden movements.

"Am I supposed to put my hands on my head?"

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

"No, leave them where they are, as long as I can see them." Snake directed, before tilting his head, "So, why create this fort in the lobby anyway?"

A little mock interrogation never hurt anyone, right?

[foolishwren]

As long as nobody loses an eye, s'all good.

"'Cause I wanted to. None of your business, is it?"

Heather did as told and kept her hands where he could see them, although her EYES sure were wandering. Whaaaat was around here that she could use as a weapon? ... >8( No steel pipes around. Pity.

"It's a free country."

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

"Last time I checked, Sniping people isn't part of that 'free country' policy." Snake frowned, "With the way you're acting, I'd say you're either just doing it for the hell of it, or something's in it for you."

Despite having a gun pressed against her neck, she was taking this pretty well. She must have had fear training.

[foolishwren]

She'd gotten fear training from the best, baby. You just couldn't beat hellish Otherworlds filled with horrific monsters tailored to suit your deepest, most subconscious fears.

"Maybe. Could be either. Can't tell, can ya? Maybe I just like snipin' people."

Heather was keeping her cool quite well. A hardened criminal, clearly.

She flicked her eyes to the side, checking how close they were to the walls.

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

Snake narrowed his eyes somewhat, trying to figure out her game. She wasn't in it for money? Was something else driving her to do this? Even Liquid had his reasons.

"A big fort like this isn't necessary if that's your hobby. A Sniper can do their work from anywhere, so why here?"

[foolishwren]

She smirked a smirk that was so big it could be heard in her voice.

"Maybe I just like doing my hobbies awesomely. Did that ever occur to you?"

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

Well, it was time for level two. Taking out the repel, Snake held it right in front of her, "Your little pet dog won't like you so much anymore if I spray you with this." And then he gives a bit of a smirk himself, "I wonder what would happen if I sprayed your dog with this."

There was no point in trying to threaten someone who's had fear training, but maybe threatening them with the idea they could lose comrade would prove more worthy.

[foolishwren]

The smirk started to fade.

Uh oh...

"... You wouldn't. You totally wouldn't. ... Right?"

She sounded a little less sure of herself now. Cujo was an innocent! HE hadn't sniped anybody!

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

"I won't... if you cooperate." Snake wasn't so great at threats, but he was more of an action kind of guy-- what he did often spoke louder than what he said.

"So, do we understand each other?"

[foolishwren]

Heather hesitates for a moment, seemingly mulling it over.

... Then she slumps, sounding defeated.

"Okay... I'll tell you what you want. Just don't hurt my dog. He's got a wife and ten kids back home."

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

FFF Don't make Snake laugh Heather, this is SERIOUS BUSINESS. Snake frowns, putting the Repel away for now.

"All right. So, what are you really after?"

[foolishwren]

She slouches, sounding ashamed and hanging her head. One leg shifts slightly-- it's hard to sheepishly scuff the floor with a foot while you're kneeling, but she manages it.

"The truth is..."

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

Well, being the easily fooled soldier that he was, Snake waited for her to finish, his gun still pointed at her.

"What is it?"

[foolishwren]

"... I..."

And then her face breaks into a wolfish grin.

"... just like messin' with people!"

Quick as a flash, she jerks that shifting leg to the side and kicks out the pillow forming the base of the 'wall'-- bringing the whole chamber crashing down!

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

"Aggh!" Snake grunts, finding himself buried beneath the chamber, pillows and blankets all over him.

Damn--! He fell for it... Looks like he hadn't changed much in 10 years. He struggled in his prison of fabrics, trying to break free.

[foolishwren]

Meanwhile, the Sniper squirmed free! Letting out a crow-like laugh of triumph in the process, no less. Talk about adding insult to injury!

Poor Snake, meanwhile, had a healthy portion of the fort collapsing on him-- with the dangerous criminal getting away.

WHAT DO, SNAKE?

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

What do indeed?

"Mk III, don't let her escape!"

Oh yes, the Pokemon had been watching everything unfold... and was now hovering in front of Heather, blocking her path. Snake continued to try and find a way out of his trapped position... but he had some faith in the magnet Pokemon.

[foolishwren]

Heather skidded to a halt, eyes widening in alarm. Hocrap!

"Cooj! Get 'em--"

... And then she notices that there's a lump off in another part of the fort (also collapsed by this point) that's just sort of... wallowing around under the blanket, unable to figure out how to escape.

"... dammit..."

Maybe she shoulda thought of that before she collapse the fort...

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

With a grunt, Snake managed to free himself from the collapsed fort, now standing tall and watching Heather, gun finger pointed at her.

"Don't try it."

And by it, he probably means trying to run.

[foolishwren]

Heather swallowed hard, turning around. Trapped between a rock and a tight place! ... Or... a Snake and a giant trio of floating magnets. Same thing, basically.

She gives Snake a brief, desperate look, biting her lip-- and then decides... hey. What the heck. SHE'S GOT NOTHIN' TO LOSE. This will be a move of desperation.

Whipping both her hands up like double-revolvers (but no, she's not gonna juggle them or do fancy tricks. That's Ocelot's job), she leaps to the side, firing both with 'pcheeoowwwwww!' noises, at Snake and Mk III, respectively.

TAKE THAT.

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

WHO ARE YOU CALLING TIGHT

Snake grunts before diving to the side, behind the secretary's desk. Mk III flails a bunch, assuming he's trying to dodge the "bullets". The old soldier frowns, aiming his imaginary mk23 at Heather. He knows he can't kill anybody, but if he can just get her with a tranq...

He takes his chances, firing a shot and aiming for her neck, "Bang!"

[foolishwren]

Heather had leaped into the general area of the fort-- or rather the unbuilt areas of it-- and had been ducking in and out of the stacked pillows, 'firing' at will.

But-- just as she emerges into the open again, TRANQ TO THE NECK. Oh god. OH GOD.

Making a strangled noise, Heather claps a hand to her neck and topples over dramatically.

"AAURGHGH AAHGHH ahahgh hghhgh _aaughgh."

Taking out a few pillow piles with her in the process, she first falls to her knees, and then to the floor.

After a second or two of being down there, she discreetly nudges another pillow-stack with her elbow and makes it fall over, too.

Just for effect.

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

Mk III whirrs a bit, coming closer to inspect the fallen enemy, not really sure what's going on... Master and Heather sure were weird. Snake slowly stands up, walking over and looking at the destruction of the fort.


"... Mission accomplished."

[foolishwren]

From somewhere under the wreckage, Heather moaned.

"Tell... tell my hypothetical future spouse that... I probably love them. Probably."