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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈: 𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐍

Welcome to Hotel Fen! It's May 2021.
This month's patron is Odin the Allfather.

Outside the back entrance of the hotel, down a little path to the side, you'll find a narrow, hedge-lined path that leads to a small clearing among some of the forest trees. There are a few benches on either side, an invitation to sit and think, or even to sit and talk, because while you're here, it feels as if you're not alone — though there isn't anyone to see past the other hotel guests who might be wandering about.

At the center of the clearing is a moderately sized altar carved out of stone. The table of the altar stands about waist high and is large enough to place a downed deer... or lay a person on. The stone itself looks old, the edges worn smooth and that light gray now darker from being exposed to the elements over the years. The spots on top of the table, well, it wasn't uncommon to leave sacrificial offerings to the gods in the past, but it's probably best not to ask what the darker stains are if you don't want to know.

There's a large slab rising up from the back of the table to stand over it, which comes to a point at the top. On the slab are carvings of ravens, wolves, something that looks to be similar to that frustrating black tree that appears if you've been hiking; though on this carving there appears to be a man hanging by one leg from one of the branches with runes falling around him. There's also a large ᚨ in the center of the slab and even if you don't know Norse mythology and any of its gods, you get the impression that it represents Odin.

Why don't you try leaving an offering? ■

ōs byþ ordfruma ǣlcre sprǣce, wīsdōmes wraþu and wītena frōfur, and eorla gehwām ēadnys and tō hiht
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I. SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES (ARRIVALS)
double, double, toil and trouble ♫♪

The hotel bus shows up just after dinner on Saturday, May 1st, impeded from its usual noontime arrival by of a flat tire and a delayed flight from the United States. A load of new guests disembark — along with a group of high school (NPC) students, but so many you'd wonder how they'd fit into their ride. They're loud and rowdy, clad in robes common to British boarding schools, and they fill up the place quickly, never seeming to run out of energy or just stop chattering.

They also interrupt what's supposed to be a chill barbecue bonfire that evening. The hotel staff do the best they can to get the new arrivals settled, and also apologize profusely to their valued guests, who'd checked in weeks or even months before.

For those staying on the eighth floor, what's incredibly strange is that the students seem to have the same rooms as some of the other guests. And yet there's been no discussion of being double booked where the students are concerned. Those that have rooms on the sixth floor will note that the students do seem to gravitate toward that floor like they are staying on it. They even have keys for the different rooms, getting off the elevators chatting rapidly to their friends like this is completely normal. But after unlocking and opening the door to the room, they simply vanish in the steps that take them over the threshold. Or did you walk past a room only to have the door seemingly open on its own but then suddenly a student is just magically walking out of it into you?

The sounds of chatter and students running up and down the hallway at all hours of the night will also be heard even when there doesn't seem to be a student in sight. Or, is that thump and sounds of someone walking around actually coming from the bathroom in your room? Does the bed seem to dip like someone's just gotten into bed with you despite no one being there? The students are here for the duration, so you might want to find a way to cohabitate with your invisible guest. Or find someone who's willing to share their room with you, because any calls to the front desk for a room change will be answered with apologies, but the hotel is full booked so there is no room to move you to.

The week's itinerary follows that of the TDM:
May 2, Sunday - FREE DAY
May 3, Monday - Massage and Yoga
May 4, Tuesday - Hiking
May 5, Wednesday - Pool Party
May 6, Thursday - Spelunking
May 7, Friday - Chocolate Demonstration
Throughout the week, people just randomly show up in the different scenic areas outside the hotel, but when they arrive at the front desk they have a room waiting for them despite the place supposedly being full. Though some end up being double booked... and won't realize it until their roommate comes banging the door in the middle of the night, or steps out of the shower. (Lalala.) Please see the Arrivals tab of our directory for the complete list and details!

II. HOO-HOO! BIG SUMMER BLOWOUT! (BONFIRE)
hygge means sitting by the fire with your cheeks all rosy ♫♪

The following Saturday, May 8th, the hotel bus is late again. Or so the guests assume, since everyone in the hotel is busy and occupied with the summer blót, a feast for the Norse god of war, Odin.

There's a bonfire and face painting and singing and dancing, teenage boys and girls in Viking-inspired costumes (yes, they're still there!), and of course, free-flowing booze and lots of good food. The mead is particularly popular, for it's not only really delicious, it's also extremely potent, able to get even the broodiest of brooders loosening up and those normally unaffected by alcohol inebriated.

That's perhaps why nobody remembers new people arriving that evening?

III. TAG, TAG, TAG, TAG (WAR GAMES)
baby, tag, you're it ♫♪

The hotel bus still hasn't arrived. Or has it? Everyone's nursing a hangover on Sunday, May 9th — or at least, something that feels like a hangover. Even the students are affected, mostly keeping to their rooms and requesting room service instead of going down to the restaurant for meals.

The quiet doesn't last though, because there is a disturbance in the Force on the sixth floor, and porgs start appearing by the dozen well before the day is over. They're cute... until they start screaming. That's not going to help with everyone's hangover at all, no. And they especially seem to like calling out to one another in the wee hours of the night.

The week's itinerary reads:
May 10, Monday - Pilates and Zumba
May 11, Tuesday - Stargazing (because it's the new moon)
May 12, Wednesday - Norwegian Cakefest
May 13, Thursday - Hiking
May 14, Friday - Lakeside Barbeque
Those who go hiking during and after the night of the new moon will report sightings of an old, blackened tree — but once you turn and walk away from it, it disappears. The tree also never seems to be quite in the same place.

During the lakeside barbecue, the guests will be handed out flyers for a game of outdoor laser tag on Saturday, May 15th, to be held out in the forest. The hotel staff has even already formed the groups and appointed team captains to save everyone the trouble. So it's time to gather around and strategize!

... Aw c'mon, don't be a spoilsport. What could go wrong with a game of laser tag?

A lot, actually. If you refuse, your audience of NPC students (management says they're too young to play) will grow hostile and start a smear campaign against you. Because they're petty like that. Did you want caricature mugshots of you posted on the bulletin board? Called names and pranked? That's the fate that awaits you.

And if you play, well, there's a chance that you're walking away injured — and you're not finding that out until well into the game. When did laser tag hurt? Apparently it does now. What are they using for these laser guns, anyway?

The outcome of the match will be OOCly influenced by several factors:
1. who the team captain is (teams can stick with their staff-appointed leader, or choose a different person, or have someone declare themselves leader, or even not select a captain at all)
2. how many in your team are playing
3. who are playing
4. what runes were selected for those who are playing
5. your team's overall strategy
6. good ol' RNG

Check out the Laser Tag tab of directory for the team assignments, and the OOC post for more details as well as plotting and the check in. The game will also result to some characters getting injured and requiring medical attention (if they play), though it's to the players' discretion where and how they get injured. The game will likewise be a memory regain opportunity for the Afterlife arrivals (and Julia).

The members of the winning team will each receive a Viking drinking horn with their names carved on it.

IV. WITHOUT YOU IS HOW I DISAPPEAR (MYSTERIES)
drain all the blood and give the kids a show ♫♪

The laser tag mishap isn't the only thing that causes a ruckus in the following week. On Sunday, May 16th, the bus that's supposed to take the students and some of the guests back to Oslo is nowhere to be found, and the hotel staff will insist that they're not supposed to check out yet. If you get angry and insist on speaking with a manager, you'll find that their records will match with what the staff's saying. You're not due to leave until... a very faraway date.

The hotel is also suddenly littered with missing posters. At first it starts in the business center, for someone named Chewie, but as the days pass you will find more posters and handwritten notes on the bulletin board at the front desk. They're people you don't know... or do you? Why do you have a vague recollection of who they are?

(Remember all those people who tagged around the TDM but didn't make it? Yup, they're the missing ones.)

The hotel management assures that the authorities have been alerted and efforts are being undertaken to find and bring back the missing individuals, but a week passes with no visible progress. Investigations initiated by the guests will not yield any results, and excursions into the forest and the surrounding areas will only result in the frustrating black tree experience on the TDM. Those who pay particular attention to the tree will even start dreaming of it — though it seems to be worse for one John Constantine of the tree carving fame. Others might just get a cute shadow bonsai dancing like Groot, or maybe the tree playfully shaking its booty, but John's is more of the creepy variety.

The daily activities will continue as scheduled, but they'll be exactly the same as the first week, and by Friday, May 21st, all activities will be restricted indoors. Not as fun, because even with the movie room and the karaoke room tensions are already higher than usual in the premises. The students' smear campaigns are getting worse, targeting those who didn't participate in laser tag, those who stole from the bar or the gift shop, those who have been snooping around, those who have pets or have brought in hordes of animals, heck even the winning laser tag team isn't safe from being blamed for the series of unfortunate events.

Thankfully, things haven't gotten violent... yet. But wait, what are these whispers of a ritual sacrifice?

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Are you asking the Allfather for something? It will take an offering to garner his attention enough to make him consider granting you a blessing. Leave your offerings here to see what kind of answer you get.

Edited 2021-09-25 05:58 (UTC)

You can leave your message with the receptionist, or just stick it up on the bulletin board.

Edited 2021-09-25 06:30 (UTC)

Calling down to the front desk from your room because of a problem? Stopping by to ask a question? The staff is happy and willing to assist you in any way they can to help make your stay the best it can be here at Hotel Fen.

Just drop your concern or question here at the desk.

[ Note: This is for IC questions or complaints to the Staff. All OOC questions should be directed to the OOC post. ]

Edited 2021-09-26 05:39 (UTC)

[ ooc planning post; prose or brackets regardless of starter, i'll match you ]

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Edited 2021-10-03 03:06 (UTC)

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Edited 2021-10-03 22:11 (UTC)

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Edited 2021-10-06 20:20 (UTC)

1 - May 22nd - WANTED

[ it's not the first time Hannah has seen a poster of herself, but it is the first opportunity she's seen a paper one she could rip down - which she does. It reads THIEF which is not untrue but in her defense they haven't said a damn word about where Chewie is. besides, she's been called worse.

Hannah crumples the poster and shoves it in her pocket. she hears footsteps behind her and turns with a grin at whoever has come to check out the many posters. ]

Don't get too close, they'll accuse you of associating with criminals.

2 - May 8th - Bonfire

[ things have started to take a weird turn at the hotel but there's not much that would keep Hannah away from free booze, so here she is. she's even given in and agreed to some face painting (and later, after a few cups of mead, quite a fair amount of body paint).

she's not really the dancing type but she does stake out a spot at a table and sets up cups for a drinking game. and what's a game without a little betting? Hannah calls out to people who've noticed her set up: ]

Anybody care to make things interesting?

3 - May 21st - Locked Up

[ the staff has made it very clear that people are not allowed out of the hotel, which is exactly why Hannah is snooping around looking for another way to get outside. She investigates both the second and third floor, trying all doors and windows.

if she had a companion, they could probably try and get out of a window on a higher floor. or maybe someone just wants to see what the noise is about because as usual, Hannah is not particularly skilled at being inconspicuous. ]

Edited 2021-10-10 02:34 (UTC)

II.

[John needs a drink. Honestly, John is always in need of a drink. He bounces between extremes in his emotions and when the downs hit they're dramatic. So another bonfire boozing spree seems to be just the ticket for another shitty mood. John can be found moving around the crowds at the bonfire, eating and drinking, in various stages of sobriety. But overall, his mood is good and his spirits are well lifted. The mead is to thank for that.

And if you make the mistake of getting too close? He'll be trying to get you to drink up too.]

III.

[John has had a busy week. Each day he had a plan from the start. And that plan was to investigate every single possible incident or piece of even potentially important information that might help him figure out the mystery of this not so fine establishment. He goes in and out of corridors, sneaking into every possible place he can manage to, looking for secrets hidden among the staff and the grounds. There's got to be a trick to it all, something he can use to further gain information beyond what he was able to glean from the offering he made to the Allfather.

But in the meantime, he still has to eat. Fresh air can't hurt either. Besides, if someone else has figured out something John hasn't? He won't find out by sulking in Ronstadt's room all the time.

John can be found out gazing at the sky on the eleventh, investigating on the thirteenth, and thoroughly stuffing his face on the fourteenth at the barbeque. And all throughout he can be found wandering the grounds and drowning his sorrows at the hotel bar.]

III. Locked to Ronstadt

[John couldn't care less about laser tag. It sounds bloody boring and miserable, a cheap sort of excitement for some that just doesn't suit him at all. So he refused to participate. Instead he took the time to try to take inventory of what was left in his kit, and work on restocking. And once that was done, he flopped onto the bed and passed right out.

It's a deep sleep. But the ghosts are there. The only reason he thinks that he's dreaming is because Chas is there. And Chas knows him in the dream. So it's false mostly likely instead of real ghost. And it's nice, in a strange way. It's good to see him, even if he hates John in the nightmare. Ritchie is there too. And few others with them. People who's names he never knew but who's faces he'll never forget. People who paid the price for knowing John, who suffered for not listening when he tried to run him off. And then Ronstadt is there, suddenly. And John feels sick, even in the dream.

He's waken up suddenly by sound of the door unlocking, and Ronstadt being assisted in. He looks rough, and John scrambles up to help, taking over and kicking the door closed almost too soon for the poor staff member's comfort. John doesn't care one bit, and he might turn his ire onto the worker later if he can't calm himself before then.] Christ! What happened? I thought you were playing sodding laser tag?

Edited 2021-10-13 07:18 (UTC)

[ooc: Plotting post here. Irl has been murder on my ability to tag so I've been super slow, apologies! Open things will be below. Hmu on discord or Plurk (both of which are listed in the plotting comment) if you want something specific! I'll do brackets or prose to match, I'm not picky.

Iris is also on Team Tyr for Lazer Tag]

Edited 2021-10-13 13:02 (UTC)

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i. MAY 5TH | did someone order the mystery arrival?

The last thing she remembers is sitting down on her couch and the cats curling up on her lap and around her shoulders, respectively. She thinks she remembers drifting off for a moment, but when she wakes up she's outdoors? And on the ground, apparently.

Anna scrambles to her feet, hand going to the gun holstered on her hip until she hears two familiar meows. Milena - her long-haired white cat, and Varese - her large gray tabby - are pressed to her legs, ears back and fur spiking. Where the hell are they? How did they get here?

"What the fuck is going on?!"

ii. MAY 8TH | pass the mead and praise the allfather

Something about this place feels... off. Well, in addition to the mystery of it all. It feels almost... personal for Anna. Like she's supposed to be here and there's something she's missing?

Anna avoids the mead suspiciously and opts for a glass of red wine instead. She posts up leaning against a nearby tree where she's got the best vantage point on exits and any potentially unruly patrons. Getting lost in the glow of the bonfire, she feels something almost... scratching at the back of her mind. It's the most vague sense of deja vu she's ever felt. The carvings in the hotel, the celebration of Odin, it's all so strangely alluring.

iii. MAY 15TH | bang, bang, into the room

Laser tag?! What fresh hell is this? They're all stranded here against their wills and surrounded by weird shit left and right, but she's supposed to just play laser tag like it's a normal day?

Worst of all, she's a ... Captain. For team Hodr. Something in her is pleased that of all the teams she could have ended up on, it's his, for some strange reason. From what she's gathered, this place has pulled people in from all sorts of times and even planets. While the laser tag guns look easy enough to operate for her, one look at a few of her teammates tells her that they might be in trouble unless she can quickly teach them what to do.

"Hey, how're you doin' with all of this?"

⟁ I. hotel - MAY 1-14th

[The bus ride allows Julia time to reflect on the fact that, now that she thinks about it, this might qualify as her first proper vacation... anywhere, really, not counting those blurred and distant outings from childhood. Definitely her first time out of the States. And what a gorgeous first locale to cross off on a map. Those first early days see her following close behind the itinerary, barely in her (thematically on point, jesus christ) room except for appropriate wardrobe changes: running shoes for when she filters outside with the other guests to explore the grounds; some throwaway clothes for a much-needed massage; a slightly heavier sweater for those nights around the bonfire, a log seat under her a drink cradled on her knee, and a musing this is stronger than I thought comment at the bystander next to her.

The hotel's basic amenities are nothing to sneeze at, either. The pool... Holy shit, the pool. Must be nice for those people in apartment complexes with ones half the size. Eager to be one of them at least for the duration of her stay, she throws on the pink and black swimsuit she'd tossed in her suitcase, taking advantage of pool party day and several other blocks of time besides. Don't they say vacations are supposed to be about lounging at resort pools, anyway?

Whether on days she's catching the water dripping from her hair on a spare t-shirt over her suit, often the long wait for the elevator consists of her turning to a new face with a hey, I'm Julia and an offered hand if they're so inclined.]

⟁ II. Laser tag

[Hindsight being 20/20, she should've known better than to give into a team sports activity put together in the same vein as elaborately stupid trust building exercises at corporate retreats. It's a bit much from the start, pulling on a form-fitting suit like a sci-fi movie extra raiding the costume department, but--when in Rome or something? Though if she'd had any idea this was what Norwegians with too much time and money got up to...

What starts as extravagant way to work up a sweat and spend an afternoon takes a turn relatively quickly, though she doesn't find that out for herself until it's her turn to take a hit that feels as real as any live projectile. It comes from behind and she skids when her legs go out from under her.]

⟁ III. business center - May 16th and beyond

[The veneer crumbles a little more each day like one of those waffle cakes she'd so enjoyed at their cakefest. Twice now the bus has failed to come, and Julia feels a pressing deja vu. A sense she's done this before. The resort is beautiful, and she has the freedom pick any direction and walk, taking in the brisk mountain air, and yet the sensation the walls are closing in is acute.

After laser tag her back and neck muscles rage at the slightest twinge of movement, a thing not helped when she dresses and drags herself downstairs only for one of the boarding students to knock shoulders with her hard enough in passing to twist her around. Whipping around to stare after them almost hurts more, and she has to stand a moment, pulling in a breath through her nose and squeezing her eyes shut, to stop from vocalizing the hurt. For fuck's sake, those boarding students.

She proceeds on to her destination with a concentrated effort not to let the stiffness into her gait for her trouble, leaning into the doorway.]

Anyone

⟁ IV. wildcard

[Your one stop shop for any other scenarios or locations you feel like rolling with. Drop 'em here!]

▌ I. ARRIVAL - MAY 3RD

[Snow and trees. At first, nothing about snow and trees registers as off to him, not when a winter's journey to Pennsa contains an abundance of both. Alternating between riding on a sore backside and marching on sore legs has given Kofun the time and miles to become numb to each. He would be, anyway, with the revelations that had put him on the move occupying his every thought, tumbling end over end in perpetual circles.

What might have begun twinging his unconscious awareness is the fewer and fewer pockets of snow, and warming temperatures bringing with them the smells of spring. In fact, had he been paying closer attention, he would've noticed a great deal more different in the scenery--the trees themselves different, their scent different, the altitude different.

Cresting a short rise, it's the absence of horse hooves clopping on solid ground that consciously gets his notice. He'd only walked a short ways away from Toad and the horses--

He turns and finds nothing. Turns again and ahead of him is a wolf. A stone wolf at the stop of the hill--a statue.

No.

Something isn't right. Stopping alongside it, he feels his mouth loosening and dropping open at the view, a massive building at the center of it.]

▌ II. HOTEL

[They say he has a room (booked under your name, according to our records), which is hardly possible when there are no hotels, or bookings, or records drawn up on smooth, flat screens with his name emblazoned in black letters. Or politely efficient receptionists who smile directly into his face and twist his stomach into ever tighter knots. Yesterday he was in the hands of the hunters he's feared his entire life, under their protection, to find his mother, a princess, and today he's here. Faced with ghosts from another age. Just another impossibly thing stacked on a spinning pile of impossible things, filling him with the bated, anticipatory dread for when spinning plates crash to the ground.

He doesn't immediately follow the smiling woman's directions to his room, a combination of confusion at what to do with the key he's given and being too struck by the lobby to move on from it. He'll be there, a travel-worn impediment in furs that smell more authentically of horse and the road than anything found in the gift shop, taking in one of the broken clocks on the wall marked Pittsburgh, trailing his fingers over the glass of the bewilderingly stocked vending machine and the spotless window overlooking the pool.

... And finally, when delectable smells override overwhelmed senses, he gingerly passes into the restaurant. Disbelief and wariness still have the better of him; head on a swivel, the boy watches the proceedings like he's never seen the like before. Because, well... he hasn't. He watches how others move in the space before copying them, finally lowering himself down on a bar stool.]

[Restaurants are weird and so is trying to quietly ask someone a question without knowing how to look at them, or if he should, or if it matters. He settles for looking at their seat cover, so clean and untouched by time.]

b) - 7th floor

[Finally his wanderings bring him to his floor, if only out of skeptical curiosity at what his room key is meant to provide. He only flinches a little at the elevator squeaking to a stop behind him while he's reading the numbers on the doors.]

[Or maybe you find him when this all-encompassing strangeness is too much and the cracks start showing. In the dead hours of the night when he can't stand to be alone in his immaculate, barren room a moment more and opens the door to the corridor, slumping against the wall for a breath and a reminder that behind all these doors are people, too. And that he's not, in the most technical sense, alone. As little as it does to relieve the ache behind his breastbone.

Or maybe when his nocturnal restlessness carries him into the stairwell and down--in need of a walk, or a drink, or something to read from the library--and he finds he's truly not as alone as he thought at this hour, coming across a light on.

Silently, wondering, he approaches the source to peer in. It doesn't occur to him to announce his presence or ask after one. It's easy to forget he can't simply look around occupied spaces and expect to go unobserved anymore.]

▌ III. Summer blót

[He's learned his lesson since the first and only festival he'd attended in the mountains, among the tribes. These are not his people, and this is not his family, and they don't protect him against whatever might be waiting to ensnare a lone target out there in the darkness of the night, but even so, he stays where there's safety in numbers, always within earshot. Circling the activity with a begrudging, mounting interest.

He wants to go home (wherever that's supposed to be now, far removed from the mountains and the Alkenny), but home doesn't offer half the sights he's drinking in on a single pass around the outskirts of the festival. He can almost hear his sister's voice pointing out everything they need to march up to and investigate more closely, right now, her in the lead and him at her back... though without her fearlessness to lead his way, he makes his own inroads much more slowly and only after time spent observing.

But as the feast wears on and grows more drunkenly merry in the process, he grows bolder in approaching others. That may have something to do with having taken his first sip of mead from the cup he carries.]

▌ IV. Wildcard

[You know the drill! Want to hang indoors or catch him outside for a hike? Hit the barbecue? Point and laugh at ghost kids bullying him for not playing in laser tag? Pick your poison.]

Laser Tag

For a nonviolent, no contact sport there had been a number of injuries that had taken players out of the game. While Sadie had tried to offer what cover and aim she could there was a late in the game surprise that took her out.

It was that she wasn't used to being human, it had been well over fifty years since she was mortal and the distraction of breathing, hearing her own heartbeat, and feeling warmth again had her off her game. Having a bad fall into what had become hard terrain hurt, god damned painful. She'd taken gunshots and stab wounds, hell even got blown up once though not too badly and she'd managed to walk away from all that. But that was when all when she wasn't human.

She was out of the game and hissing in pain, she'd tried to limp herself off but her return to human senses had been too intense and she ended up mercifully passing out. When she came to she was safely off the field and in the care of staff. A compound fracture, something that would take a day or two at most to heal after a good feeding normally was now utterly incapacitating.

She lost interest in who won or lost at that point, she was done with the game and more done when the pain medication the staff gave her left her feeling very relaxed and in no pain. She came to later staring up at warm sunlight sky, which gave her mild panic for a moment until the events came back to her. For some period of time, she was mortal again, just her luck that it came with the weaknesses too.

She looked around her sluggish and doped up for other injured folk or other guests at all. "So, what the hell happened?"

Enjoying a vacation of mortality (Following after Laser Tag- Sun, drinking, eating)

She hated losing the resilience of her kind and getting hurt but that also meant she could drink and feel the effects of it, which she chose over more of the medicine that had knocked her out. Drunk she could handle, the other was not as pleasant even if it was less painful.

Her leg had been set in a cast, cumbersome plaster thing that kept it from moving too much and hurting too badly. It just made it damn near impossible to get anywhere on her own, she was lousy on crutches the few times she's ever had to use them. So Sadie picked a spot she could plant herself down in to enjoy what remained of her time in human form.

She had a tray of food she was nibbling at, trying all sorts of things. From apple pie to hot wings, french fries and hamburgers to pizza. And that wasn't even touching on chocolate, she had a whole list of things she wanted to try after she'd sated her need to taste real food. She tried to think back to the last time she ate solid food and had to imagine it was some time in 1915 and food had changed significantly at least in the offerings available.

And then of course there was the alcohol. It packed a hell of a lot more punch when you had organs that were affected by it. Sadie indulged but kept herself in check not to overdo it. She just kept in a low-level buzz of pleasant intoxication, tipsy enough to not mind her leg so much but not too drunk to move her ass if the sun started feeling a bit too warm on her skin.

Anyone passing by her smorgasbord would be welcome to have a seat, talk with her about what the hell she was doing or sample some of the assorted food. If they wanted to join her for a drink they'd find good company and a lot more chat and laughter than the woman normally had to offer.

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