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It was gold city in here.
Whoever designed the place had taken the concept up to eleven and gotten away with it, too.
At the front desk, a lady with the most pronounced Scottish accent ever to exist on this earth greeted us with:
“Mornin’!
Thank ye for choosen' our hotel. We already got ye rooms ready, customized te ye liken’”.
Tossing out all the keys at once, it was like a box of them had suddenly spontaneously exploded!
I caught mine in one hand, and Alice’s slid right through her shaking grip, and onto the floor.
…It was to be expected, but still.
I dropped to one knee to grab it, and noticed a conspicuous pair of ballet flats dart over to the elevator as fast as she was able.
“Hi, can you take Alice to her room please and thank you, I’ve got to go now-“
I didn’t stop to see who in the H* I’d just said that to before disappearing after her!
Mystic…
How many times was I going to have to chase that kid down before she would switch me back!?
Stuck at the back of a bunch of crowding agents, I heard a general outcry of ‘To the stairwell!’ before they all stampeded through the corresponding doorway like a rabid herd of elephants.
"Mystic?"
Penelope politely knocked on the door like she hadn’t just high-tailed it up fifty-thousand flights of steps.
"Sweetheart, please let us in”.
"Mystic!" I called out after her.
Not only did she not show up, but the door also became distinctly more metallic than before.
“…We can’t get in.
She’s enchanted it-!”
Saf the Statue sighed in irritation, and tromped to the elevator, the other members of the Big 3 in tow.
Obviously, she was off and on her way to terrorize the woman who’d madly thrown our keys everywhere…
Sick of waiting around for her to be reasonable, I lifted a knife from some guy in a black uniform.
If words wouldn’t work, then maybe this would.
“-Never had that happen before”, the Receptionist said as they returned.
It had been a good twenty minutes now, and I’d been slowly losing my mind for the last half.
“Usually, our guests want to be visited-“
“Not in this case”.
She slid a skeleton key into the lock, and a soft click! filled the air.
-Cue Stampede 2.0.
Mystic was lying in bed seemingly asleep.
Yet she didn't move when they jostled her arm.
Saf the Statue’s eyes darkened at the sight.
“Ro, Matt…go get some washcloths and soak them.
We may have a problem here…”
They did, and long story short-
"How......did you get in here?"
“The front desk lady let us in”.
"We found you out cold”, the Self-Proclaimed leader informed.
"You're lucky you didn't get a concussion”.
-I’m assuming she fell, but I don’t know.
"Go away”.
"We just want you to be safe”, Penelope insisted.
She groaned, and attempted to disappear under the sheets.
I whipped out the knife and stabbed it next to her head.
“-Don't even try!"
Saf yanked it out of the mattress, glaring.
"C'mon, it's the only way she's gonna do what we want…”
"You're forgetting me”, our resident Hypnotist sniffed.
"Just get out”, Mystic snapped-
Now.
For a moment, we all stood there.
Then, one by one, everybody filed into the hallway.
I didn’t want to go, but Cinna-Ro tapped me on the shoulder and whispered:
Meet me downstairs in ten minutes…