The Morose
Kasey wrote:" After check in lets meet up in Ember's room... Might want to get the bridal suite... We can go over our plan."
"I'll see about gettin' a good room. Dunno about the bridal suite though... pretty sure I don' wanna get hitched just yet."
Eh, if the desk manager is cute maybe I'll get it anyway. A little of what i gave Zane oughta do the trick.
Kasey wrote:" Ember I am outside your room hidden, open up."
"Whoa there, cool your jets a bit. I haven't got a room yet. I haven't even gotten to the Hotel yet, I'm workin' up a disguise. I'll let you know when I'm settled in, and what room to find me in."
Lobby
A young woman enters, her shockingly bright blue hair dangling in two insanely long braids. Her lipstick and nail polish is a pinkish-violet, almost but not quite the same reddish-purple color as her eyes.
She wears a black leather jacket with silver metal spikes at the collar, and a tight tanktop under it ,revealing part of a blue cloud tattoo shows on her right side. An old-fashioned slugthrower bullet on a black cord - wrapped several times around her neck - hangs just above her cleavage as if to say "look here if you dare".
She walks over to the front desk.
Oh hell no. I am not into hentai. Plan B, B is for something that rhymes with...
"A room! I need a room, a nice big one with lots of space. I need my space."
She taps the desk impatiently, though it's not like the octopus man has really had time to do or say anything.
"What's taking so long? I'm starting to get bored, and when I get bored things tend to go..."
She puts her hands together in a a double fist, then flings them apart, fingers spread wide at the end of her arms.
"...BOOM!"
She sees Thundercats on the screen behind him.
Hmm. Plan C, too.
"Ooh, carTOONS! I LOVE cartoons! I can watch them ALL DAY if I'm left alone, it's almost as much fun as blowing stuff up! Can I get cartoons in my room? Maybe the captains quarters, if this thing really was a space ship? If I can get cartoons in a nice big room, I promise not to blow anything up!"
She smiles broadly - wildly - it's perhaps more disturbing than reassuring.
"Oh, and I've got a crate of stuff to be brought up to my room, but tell your bellhops to be real gentle, we wouldn't any accidents, now would we?"
Ember's Room
After her things are delivered - no actual explosives, just her normal gear (not that the hotel staff know that) - she turns the TV on to cartoons of some variety, turns the volume up loud, and promptly ignores it while performing a thorough search for bugs (of either sort), listening or peep holes, or anything else of the sort.
Assuming she finds none, she radios her teammates and tells them what room she's in.