The Hotel Part 1 Prologue

[ByronOrlock]

"It's rather late, maybe they've all turned in for the night? The front desk was empty... I say, do be careful where you wave that gun. I saw a man shoot his own toes with a prop gun during a dress rehearsal for 'The Corsican Brothers' in Bognor, once. Awful mess. Is there a bell for service?"

Orlock gets up and meekly raps at a few of the closed doors behind him.

[SunlessNick]

"That's where I know you from!" Annabel says. "Well, not there in particular, but... well, anyway, whatever's going on is stranger than bedtime. We've just had four dinners vanish into thin air."

[Mr. Handy]

"Not to mention the entire hotel staff!" says Felicity.

[SunlessNick]

"Worse, but not as weird," Annabel says - "they weren't right in front of us. But we should get going."

[ByronOrlock]

"I'd kill for some Kendall Mint Cake right now. Yes, we'd better explore."

[Mr. Handy]

"Then let's start in the kitchen," says Felicity. "It's the natural habitat of the elusive Kendall Mint Cake."

[SunlessNick]

Annabel strides off in the direction of the kitchen.

[SunlessNick]

OOC,Turns out I messed up Annabel's title. It should be The Honourable Miss, not Lady. I've edited my previous posts.

[ByronOrlock]

"Let's hope this isn't necessary, for mint cake or otherwise..." Orlock pockets the heaviest object he can find, a glass ashtray, and saunters close behind.