And here he is, a little bit later, rather sated and pleased, maybe a little bit tipsy, rubbing his tummy and singing a tune to himself.

Yoda, from the infamous Starwars Trilogies. Thanks to Bruce Wayne, he's discovering human gastronomy already. Enjoy !

There's a man sitting in the lobby who wasn't there a moment ago.  He's sitting cross legged, looking as though he's in the middle of some sort of meditation.  After a few moment his eyes open.  And he frowns.  When he closes his eys, he had been sitting on the floor of a small cabin in the Canadian wilderness.  Clearly, something's not right.  The ( Read more... )

If the residents of the hotel would care to direct their attention to the lobby, they will find a man tied to a chair. For your viewing pleasure, here's one Bruce Wayne, tied up, bleeding and shirtless, with his mouth duct-taped shut. He's trembling, taking shaky breaths, and there are muffled noises that would be screams coming from behind the ( Read more... )

This particular new arrival is sprawled on a couch in the lobby in an alarmingly bloody shirt and jacket, looking fairly dead. Until he opens his eyes.

No one is more surprised by this development than the man himself. He scrubs a hand through his hair, examines the ceiling, sits up, looks down at his shirt, and winces. And then sticks his fingers ( Read more... )

In the main lobby area, there is a man of about thirtyish, lounging on the couch and reading a book. He has on your standard bluejeans and longsleeve shirt combination, with the addition of a pair of brightly coloured, checkered socks ( Read more... )

O-Ren Ishii...wakes up. It comes as quite a surprise to her, she had been certain that she wouldn't again. One badly shaking hand creeps toward the top of her head and an equally shakey gasp escapes her as she touches her hair. There's no cut. There's nothing. Even her hair ornaments are still in place. She pushes herself to her knees and ( Read more... )