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Post by The Stranger on Aug 5, 2012 21:42:41 GMT -5
The woman on the monitor does not immediately reply to this, instead a small touch pad appears next to the slot. "Sign waiver and indemnity form if you want Continental Breakfast." she says instead.
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Post by Flex on Aug 5, 2012 21:45:39 GMT -5
Natasha keyed in her code and signed both waiver and indemnity form. "Can't starve myself for too long, eh? Now, close circuit, where can a girl find a place to dance for money?"
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 5, 2012 21:51:50 GMT -5
"Dollhouse," She replied instantly. "Two blocks east, can't miss." A small metal Frequency Operated Button appears where the forms had once been. The small device would be pressed up against her coffin door (helpfully labeled Coffin #101) and the door would open. Supposedly.
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Post by Flex on Aug 5, 2012 21:57:42 GMT -5
"Huh," Natasha said, taking the FOB and pocketing it, before giving Morrigan a parting look. She made her way to Coffin #101 and placed the button against the door.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 5, 2012 22:01:24 GMT -5
The door opened.
Coffin hotels were call this for a reason. Primarily because there was no "room" to speak of, only a coffin sized sleeping container. When it opened it stood upright. When Natasha entered it would lower her to her back. There was probably enough room for another person to lay atop, which must have been what CC was referring to regarding rates, but then again, it would have been the most uncomfortable screw for anyone, even in a country where most young people had their first sexual encounter in the cramped back seat of an electric car.
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Post by Flex on Aug 5, 2012 22:07:55 GMT -5
"Now that's what I call a bed..." Natasha murmured sarcastically, examining the strange sleeping container. For a moment she considered storing her bag in it and checking out the Dollhouse but she decided to sleep first. Who knew what could happen.
With a shake of her head she entered Coffin #101 and, closing the door, went to sleep.
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Post by Marie on Aug 6, 2012 6:08:24 GMT -5
Left alone, Morrigan looked at the screen.
"I need a bed too," she announced. "Got any more?"
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 6, 2012 7:53:15 GMT -5
"Of course we have over 300 autonomous sleep pods for your comfort and enjoyment." CC said guiding the young techno-Witch through the same process. Her room was #203.
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Post by Marie on Aug 6, 2012 7:55:15 GMT -5
Morrigan headed to her room and went to sleep.
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Post by Flex on Aug 6, 2012 12:08:10 GMT -5
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Natasha woke up at seven with a start, the nightmare of her parents' murder come alive again. She quickly rose and shifted through her bag, making sure everything was still there.
Forgetting the breakfast, she left her coffin and made her way out of the hotel and to the Dollhouse.
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Post by Marie on Aug 6, 2012 12:23:55 GMT -5
Morrigan left as well but went down to the screen.
"Hello," she said to it. "I need information."
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 6, 2012 12:35:14 GMT -5
The screen did not appear until Mariya hit the bell.
"You want another night?" the woman asked.
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Post by Marie on Aug 6, 2012 13:01:07 GMT -5
"No. I want some information. I need to find permanent lodgings somewhere. And a job."
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 6, 2012 13:38:56 GMT -5
"This ain't Unemployment office," The woman replied, "Go look for job somewhere else."
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Post by Marie on Aug 6, 2012 13:43:03 GMT -5
"But I don't know where to start," Morrigan protested. "Can't you at least direct me to the unemployment office?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.