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Max has managed to find her way up to the roof of the hotel. Anyone who knows her, knows it was bound to happen sometime. The top of the Space Needle used to be the best place she knew of for somewhere quiet to go and sit and think, but sadly, the hotel has no Space Needle. The roof will have to do.
Come to think of it, the hotel doesn't have a lot of things. No issues with the Ordinaries- there's a nice feeling of acceptance, even with all the weirdness. Sometimes, she feels like even if they did know what she was, they wouldn't care. Not that she's about to drop that particular bomb. She's spent too much time keeping secrets to change that now. Besides, if the other residents did find out, and didn't take too kindly to it, where would she go?
At least some of the others are here. She is grateful to have so many friends and family at the hotel, although she misses those who are absent. Some more than others, of course.
((Wee, open post!))
Come to think of it, the hotel doesn't have a lot of things. No issues with the Ordinaries- there's a nice feeling of acceptance, even with all the weirdness. Sometimes, she feels like even if they did know what she was, they wouldn't care. Not that she's about to drop that particular bomb. She's spent too much time keeping secrets to change that now. Besides, if the other residents did find out, and didn't take too kindly to it, where would she go?
At least some of the others are here. She is grateful to have so many friends and family at the hotel, although she misses those who are absent. Some more than others, of course.
((Wee, open post!))