07-11-2017, 07:56 AM
Jade was roused from sleep by the sound of someone speaking in a hushed, urgent voice. Groggily, she wriggled her way out from under the blanket to squint around at the darkened room. All the information she had on Rapture was scattered about her, her limbs tangled in the blankets and a smear of drool stuck to one half of her face.
Light streamed in from the open hotel room door, the well-lit hallway seeming like the surface of the sun to Jade's tired eyes. Blinking, she tried to focus her blurry vision on the two figures in the doorway.
"It's 10am, sir. That's an hour past your checkout time, and I've called your room at least five times in the past forty-five minutes."
Sitting up and craning her neck to peer over the sofa arm, Jade saw that the speaker was the same guy who had handed them their key card the night before, only instead of being dressed in an ensemble of flamboyant blue-and-green feathers, he had a pair of copper spectacles perched smartly on the bridge of his nose and a much more subdued, dusty-colored train of tail feathers dragging across the floor behind him. He tugged at the crisp 'v' of his shirt collar, nervously glancing around so as to not be overheard by other hotel patrons.
Blocking entry, squarely in the middle of the doorway, was Bec. A "do not disturb" sign was plainly visible under one of his ginormous paws. It was a mystery how he had managed to answer the door.
"Whuff," said Bec, emphatically crinkling the sign under his paw.
The man from the front desk sighed. "I understand that the sign says Do Not Disturb, sir, but it's past checkout. You've even missed our continental breakfast, and we are a busy establishment! You and your party—"
Bec growled.
"I," said the man, seeming a lot less confident in hotel policy. His eyes flickered desperately around, face almost on the edge of despair, and then he met Jade's gaze. "Miss. Miss, our housekeeping staff is waiting to clean your room. Please do not let canines answer the door if you choose to stay with us again."
Light streamed in from the open hotel room door, the well-lit hallway seeming like the surface of the sun to Jade's tired eyes. Blinking, she tried to focus her blurry vision on the two figures in the doorway.
"It's 10am, sir. That's an hour past your checkout time, and I've called your room at least five times in the past forty-five minutes."
Sitting up and craning her neck to peer over the sofa arm, Jade saw that the speaker was the same guy who had handed them their key card the night before, only instead of being dressed in an ensemble of flamboyant blue-and-green feathers, he had a pair of copper spectacles perched smartly on the bridge of his nose and a much more subdued, dusty-colored train of tail feathers dragging across the floor behind him. He tugged at the crisp 'v' of his shirt collar, nervously glancing around so as to not be overheard by other hotel patrons.
Blocking entry, squarely in the middle of the doorway, was Bec. A "do not disturb" sign was plainly visible under one of his ginormous paws. It was a mystery how he had managed to answer the door.
"Whuff," said Bec, emphatically crinkling the sign under his paw.
The man from the front desk sighed. "I understand that the sign says Do Not Disturb, sir, but it's past checkout. You've even missed our continental breakfast, and we are a busy establishment! You and your party—"
Bec growled.
"I," said the man, seeming a lot less confident in hotel policy. His eyes flickered desperately around, face almost on the edge of despair, and then he met Jade's gaze. "Miss. Miss, our housekeeping staff is waiting to clean your room. Please do not let canines answer the door if you choose to stay with us again."
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