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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.
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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"

_{[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!]}

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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?

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.

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...

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.

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.

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!"

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.

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."

From somewhere under the wreckage, Heather moaned.

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

"Hheh. Well, maybe we should clean up..." Snake said tentatively, though he was actually hankering for a smoke, but didn't want to get eaten by the blizzard outside.

THAT gets a stir.

The pile of pillows shifts and then tumbles away as Heather sits up, giving her head a shake.

"Like hell I'm cleaning. I'm gonna rebuild!"

EXPECT HEATHER TO CLEAN UP LIKE A NORMAL, MATURE YOUNG ADULT?

PSHSHAAAAAWWWWWWWWWW.

"... You can help if you want, though!

"Knock yourself out... I think I've rolled around enough for an evening." Because rebuilding probably means round two, and Snake doesn't particularly feel that burst of youth coming back. Instead, he leans against a wall and absently rubs his lower back.

"I think your dog's still lost."

"Pffft. Fine, party pooper."

She doesn't bother him further about it, though-- instead she just gives an absent wave of the hand and starts to pick up the pillows again. Normally she'd be miffed about so much hard work being destroyed, but that had been fun.

"And uh-- ... oh. ... Yeah. ... I'll find him eventually, he's under there somewhere."

Cujo was not smart.

In Snake's defense, he was pretty careful about not bringing the fort down. THAT WAS YOUR HANDYWORK, HEATHER. He watches her and smirks a bit.

"You know if there's anywhere in this building where I could catch a smoke and not freeze to death?"

Heather straightened up with a tangle of blankets in her arms.

"Uhh..."

Brow furrowing, she glanced out at the windows-- with the lights out indoors, the ghostly flurries of snow outside were all the more visible, and the moan of the wind had been providing a constant background soundtrack to the now-ironically-cheery Goldenrod Hotel music.

"... Well, I haven't exactly gone LOOKING for any smoker-friendly areas in here... but I'd guess no."

Johto seemed pretty into nature and the environment, and cigarette smoke was probably not something they wanted hotels packed with tourists to be clouded with.

"Normally I'd say just chill outside, but..." She glances back over her shoulder at Snake. "Maybe you'd better try and wait till tomorrow." The sympathetic 'Sucks, man' smile on her face indicates that she knows that's probably not the answer he wants.

Snake frowned, having been afraid of that answer. Grumbling, he put away his cigarettes and growled under his breath, sitting on the secretary's desk, "Well, do you have any gum, then?"

Something to chew on would be ideal, he needed to take his mind off smoking. Mk III whirred and moved closer to Snake, but kept its distance... after all, giving Snake a static shock was probably not a good idea.

"Gum, uh..."

She paused to pat her pockets down. She carried it sometimes-- not that she got the cig cravings too often anymore, but on the occasions when she DID...

"I don't think so... I wonder if the vending machines are still working or if they cut out when the power went."

The secretary, meanwhile, had sort of just... retreated somewhere else when the pair's Special Ops Battle had broken out. SHE GAVE UP.

"Probably not." Snake sighed a bit, shrugging his shoulders, "Well, that's all right. I guess I can hold on until the morning..."

He could do something illegal, but he didn't really want a warrant out for him... The guy who broke into a vending machine for gum.

Heather gave him a crooked, sympathetic smile, and a thumbs-up.

"Hang in there, man."

She didn't mention that her own old cravings had started to rear their ugly heads again... It was the stress, more than anything else. Finding out about Harry's disappearance... brought things back.

If Snake found out about the cravings, he'd feel a bit guilty... Wondering if that was his fault. Still, every time he smoked he tried to blow the smoke away from Heather and her Pokemon.

Taking out a Pokeball, Snake tossed it forward, revealing Sunny. She chirped and spun around, before looking at the downed fort.

"Togeeee???"

Aw Snake, don't worry, it's not your fault. The past month had been a hard one for Heather-- a lot of old feelings had come boiling up to the surface. Old wounds. Heather hadn't smoked a single cigarette in almost two years.

Looking up from the mess, Heather smiled at the fluttering Pokemon.

"Heya, Sunny. Wanna help?"

OLD HUH...

Sunny wiggles excitedly and chirps, spinning about in the air. Snake watches the two with mild interest, giving a bit of a smirk. He looked to the stairwell and stood up straight.

"I'm going to go rest a bit. Don't cause too much trouble."

"Aye-aye. I'll be good."

Heather does a cheeky salute.

"Don't freeze up there."

She tosses a couple of blankets over her shoulder.

"Go find Cooj, Sunny!"

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