snowblindrpg | [log] Inncoming [open]

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[log] Inncoming [open]

Characters: Sad Losers and Guests
Location The Hotel (162)
Date: Various times during days 124 - 125
Summary: Hanging out, giving out keys, and being sad.
Warnings: Dumb Teens, Grumpire, Brian, a lack of symmetry, and anything else.

A hotel--the Norfinbury Inn. By hotel standards, it's not especially large, but it's the largest building in the downtown area. The lobby is mostly empty and seems a bit old-fashioned in design, with what appear to be wooden floors and fairly plain walls. There are a few cozy areas where people can sit, and a fireplace in the center that, while it has no wood, is in perfect working order. The front desk has nothing of note except for all the keycards to the various rooms of the hotel. It looks like there are a total of twenty rooms. There is no elevator--looks like you'll have to use the stairs the old-fashioned way.

There is a small dining room area, although there are no tables or chairs to be found. The room echoes uncomfortably due to its emptiness. It connects to a small industrial kitchen, although there is no longer any food or appliances to be found. It seems like the ovens and stoves were cut out of their places. The sinks still work, at least. There is also a door that unlocks with a management keycard that can be found in the lobby that leads downstairs.

The basement is very simple. It's colder down here than in the rest of the building, and utilitarian in style. There's a small break room, a laundry room that no longer has any of its machinery but does have large rolling baskets for moving clothes in bulk (that refuse to leave the hotel, unfortunately) and some cleaning carts devoid of cleaning supplies (that are just as stubborn as the clothes baskets). There's a small room with space for what must have once been a furnace--and an actual very old-fashioned incinerator. It's not on, of course, but if a fire were started manually, it would still function. There's nothing inside it.

The first floor of the hotel contains rooms 101 to 110. There are five single rooms and five double rooms. All of the plumbing works, though the water runs cold. The second floor, containing rooms 201 to 210, is identical to the first floor, except for one door that has no key, only a note on the front: "All at once, use the keys". There's no place to insert any keys, however.

Tied to the knob of the front door is various eating utensils, nails, screws, and a spare house key. Looks like someone rigged a doorbell to be alerted to newcomers. The fire is going in the lobby, and there appears to be a mattress close to it.

((OOC: Miiiingling. Toss up your own starters))

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[ ~~But Jim doesn't want everyone else to see the hip tattoo. :c~~

Jim catches the look, which almost makes the burn worth it. Either burn. His hair almost immediately falls back down into his eyes - it's getting long enough for another cut, and the undercut is nearly indistinguishable from the rest of his hair these days - as he turns to watch Zell go.

As predicted, the water bottle and pot in his hand cause a moment of juggling before Jim manages to actually get the bottle anywhere near his mouth. Even when he does, it's not exactly the way Zell probably intended as he kisses the side of it to cool off his lips before taking a long gulp.

When he's done with that, he looks up at Zell and grins. ]

Mug. Faster, right?

[ To get off to other places, he means. ]

[ ~~Clearly Jim needs to keep his hand over it at all times~~

Watching him kiss the side of a water bottle really shouldn't be attractive. Swallowing a moment before he nods his head. ]

Yeah.

[ Sliding his fingers in Jim's hair as he smile. ] It's getting longer. [ He has...something. Digging into his pocket to pull out a strip of fabric. Looking mischievous as he brushes his hair back. Tying it to the side as he snickers. ] Better, sweetheart?

[ Grinning as he plants another kiss to his cheek. Now he'll get to work scooping out another mug full and snagging a spoon to drop in. ] We can take it to go.

[ Zell. His dignity. In front of all these people.

Despite this affront, Jim leaves his ~~perky ponytail~~ warrior's wolf tail exactly where it is. he'll get his revenge later. For now Zell's getting a very grumpy look that's rarely directed his way. ]

Don't know about that now.

[ Lies. ]

[ In his defense, Zell only sees Jim at the moment. No one else really matters but the cute guy with the very manly wolf tail.

He does tilt his head as he tries to figure out what he did. Shifting both mugs to one hand. ]

What's wrong? [ Tracing along Jim's belt with his free hand. ]

[ Jim darts forward to give Zell a quick kiss - it's only teasing, after all - before he pulls at the ponytail Zell has gifted him with. ]

You made me look silly. My hair used to be pretty cool, you know.

[ His lips tingle at the contact thanks to Jim's lips being cold. Licking his lips as he ponders on finding out if he likes the difference in temperature with a repeat performance. His attention drops to Jim's mouth long enough to be obvious before he diverts his attention to the side pony-tail. Giving a warm smile as he looks at it. ]

I like it. It's pretty cute.

[ That means it's cool, right? ] I'll fix it once my hands are free.

You would.

[ Nope, doesn't mean it's cool, but he can handle being cute for Zell. ]

C'mon then. Here, I had an idea. [ Jim, this time prepared with a few layers of rags, retrieves something else from the fire: a skillet that's been heating. ] Bed warmer. Just have to be careful of your toes.

I do.

[ He almost leans forward to bump his face against Jim affectionately, but whoops. Hot stuff coming their way. Giving Jim some space as he pulls out the heated pan. Good job, Jim. You're learning. ]

Oh, cool! [ It'll be nice and toasty enough to probably shed some layers.

Snagging all the cold things for Jim so he can still have it when they go back to ~~their~~ a room to chill. ]

Lead the way, Stars.

Same place as last night?

[ The thought of last night and then beds and - yeah, they're lucky that Jim's not tripping over himself with that pan. At least he's distracted from the monsters, mostly. ]

We could stay in a different room every night here. It's a lot bigger than home.

[ Considering a moment. ] We could.

[ Following along behind him and enjoying the view without discretion. ] I like the room we were in. Made some good memories in there.

[ And took some good pictures. Zell's gaze lingers down Jim's back as he remembers the feel of it under his finger tips. Really shouldn't get excited out here in the lobby, but he can't really help it. Smiling like an idiot as he looks up to make sure he doesn't walk into anything. ]

[ Jim casts a look over his shoulder, catching exactly where Zell's eyes are going, as he thinks back to the night before. Getting excited in the lobby is exactly what they don't need to be doing, but... well, Jim can think of one way to prevent that.

Hope Zell's ready to run with two cups of stew, because one minute Jim's walking at a perfectly normal pace and the next he's taking off at a run. ]

Race ya!

Huh? [ He looks up to see his boyfriend speeding away. ]

H-hey! [Jim is lucky Zell is actually graceful. Still not going fast because hot mugs and Mochi likes getting underfoot at the worst possible moment.

He already knows he's not going to beat Jim, but he does his best. If it wasn't for the creatures outside, everyone would probably have heard the sounds of their feet on the wood floors. ]

[ Jim knows he's going to outpace Zell, even carefully carrying the bed warmer. It gives him time to shove it at the foot of the bed and flop into their pile of blanket and coats from the night before to wait for Zell. He's already got Zell's red coat wrapped around himself by the time Zell gets there. ]

-I win.

[ Seeing Jim in his coat is enough to make him pause at the threshold. Giving a stupid smile and already forgetting that his boyfriend is a cheater as he closes the door with a nudge of his foot and a bump of his hip. ]

I think I won. [ Padding over to the night stand to deposit the mugs and cold water bottle. It doesn't take long before he's standing in front of Jim snagging the ends of his coat to hold Jim there as he leans down to kiss him.

Which is actually a distraction as he moves to slide his hands under the coat to work on tugging up on Jim's shirt quickly. There is a hint of something amiss as he grins. Going to shove his warm and cold hands under there against his boyfriend's sides, laughing against his mouth as he does. ]

[ It's possible Jim was trying to provoke the reaction he's getting - the way Zell pauses and stares has a grin splitting his face. By the time Zell's crossed the room he's already up on his knees, ready to lean into the kiss and make it just a little easier for Zell to - ]

Hey!

[ Oh, it's on now, boyfriend. Jim tugs at the back of Zell's hair indignantly. ]

You're freezing, jerk!

[ Laughing still as he bumps their foreheads together. ]

Warm me up? [ He finds he really doesn't mind the hair tugging, but he does relent. Placing his cold hand on Jim's lower back between his shirt and the coat that he commandeered. Trailing kisses along his jawline to his neck. ]

How are your burns?

[ Jim grumbles wordlessly at Zell's cold hands, but he's also making absolutely no effort at getting away from them. The tugging on Zell's hair even eases up, though he keeps his hand tangled in it because he likes it. ]

They weren't that bad.

[ Jim tilts his neck back, helpfully, and might've said something encouraging had his stomach not let out a growl loud enough to be heard. ]

-Uh. Break?

[ He makes a neutral hum, letting Jim know he's listening. Mouth poised to nibble on that neck when he hears Jim's stomach wanting a different kind of attention. Laughing as he bumps his forehead affectionately against Jim's shoulder. ]

Yeah, we can take a break. [ He's slow to disengage from Jim. Plopping down close to the night stand to grab the mugs once again. Offering one over to Jim. ] Here we go.

[ Jim makes an embarrassed noise into Zell's hair before he goes. He accepts the cup gratefully and pulls his legs up to his chest to eat it, watching Zell over the rim. ]

-Taste okay?

[ Probably silly to care, since it's not as though he did anything but heat it over the fire, and yet... yeah, he cares a little. ]

[ Blowing into the mug to help it cool off as he stretches out to poke his boyfriend with his foot.

Taking a drink of the canned soup and closing his eyes. Letting it heat him down to his core. ]

Yeah, it's good! [ It's nothing home made, but it does remind him of cafeteria food. Scooting close to Jim to put his arm across his back. ]

[ Jim puts a hand over the foot as he sets aside his already empty mug.

...It was the best, and one of the warmest, things he's had to eat in four months. He practically inhaled it. ]

-Good.

[ He leans against Zell automatically, probably only slightly disrupting the whole eating process by poking his nose between Zell's jaw and shoulder. ]

That was one of the best things Silver made, back on the ship. Stew. He was a pretty good cook for a guy who was just pretending.

[ Zell is taking his time to enjoy it and his boyfriend against his side.

He almost chokes on his next mouthful of beef soup at the mention of Silver. The pirate still sits in an uncomfortable area in Zell's mind. Rubbing circles against Jim's back as he does his best to focus on the positive instead of the urge to punch a jerk. ] He probably had years of practice. [ Cooking. Maybe pretending too. ]

What else did he do that you enjoyed?

[ Jim's hands - which had snaked around Zell's front to run up his side - pause in their quest. The question catches Jim a little off-guard. ]

I - [ He wishes he had to think about it, but he doesn't. A half-dozen answers come easily. ] - he told great stories. Sometimes everyone would just sit around after supper and listen to him talk. The network'd be a lot more interesting if he were here.

[ He wishes it took Jim time to think about it, too. It's so weird how easy it is for Jim to talk about Silver in a positive light. He was or is a friend, but he still hurt him. This line of conversation is hitting notes of Seifer and something he can't clearly wrap his mind around. He doesn't want to really think about it now, because it could kill where this is going.

Reaching over to slide his fingers through his boyfriend's hair as he leans close to press a kiss against his cheek. ]

I can think of something that's interesting right now. [ Looking at the hand on his side for a moment. Then he's hooking his hands on the sleeves of his tank top to pull it off. ] Where were we? [ Before Jim's stomach made demands. ]

[ Jim's relieved he's being let off the hook with that. He hadn't meant to bring it up, not right now, and everything about Zell taking off his shirt is more interesting than Jim's past. He'll helpfully grab the ends of Zell's tank to pull it the rest of the way over his head and throw it somewhere in the direction of the nightstand. ]

I think you were going to read to me. [ Or had it been the other way around? Jim doesn't actually care. ]

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got some HOT STUFF baby this evening, got some HOT STUFF baby tonight

tonight I want some hot stuff baby this evenin'

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/back to silly

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