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[mygame]

For those, who have been waiting, Concierge Chris Argent has arrived and is ready to take your complaints. Feel free to contact him here.

[The Nogitsune's expression is still open and pleasant seeming even if it isn't pretending to be staff any longer. At least it appears to be back in the main part of the hotel instead of curling up to the dryer for warmth.]

In other news, it's still raining outside and there's a ghost. I wish it would stop caterwauling like that. If something is going to be that noisy and bothersome, it could at least do me the service of having something I can take. At least the frustration or mindless sorrow all of you experience at not being able to help her is good so there's that.

[Empathy? What's that?]

While I am on the subject, Beacon Hills people, do try to rein in Lydia, would you? Her constant requests for me to harm her are getting tiresome. Scott McCall already beat all of you making that deal with me. [Could be lying. Maybe. Maybe not.] So if you don't mind, do something about her before she tries something foolish to gain my attention. Or not. I could always use more.

[It gives a little wave.]

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[larker]

[This hotel is the dullest of the dull. The only entertainment going these days is watching all the new people spinning in circles on the spot and even that's starting to wear off. For now the archangel is chilling out, feet up on his desk next to a bunch of dead baby's breath flowers.]

So what, we all survived the arctic circle to start seeing a little girl running around? I don't know about you guys but I've seen enough films to know it tends to end badly. Seriously, shows where they save the day are rare so unless it's your forte I'd avoid that one if you can. Anyway seems like she doesn't want to be caught. That's about ten minutes of my life I'll never get back.

Anyway, new people. Where are you all coming from? Where are you all staying? Going to have to start calling this place a roach motel, cause we're all checking in and not checking out. Enjoy the windows though, they can't be broken, great for stress relief and throwing things at.

Considering the vast amount of peeps we have here from all corners of the whateververse, I'm wondering when the first party is going to be. What's the worst that could happen? The staff would show up and tell us to turn the volume down? Don't forget my invite; name's Loki and room 217.