Presidential Suite, The Arms Hotel, early Friday morning
The Presidential Suite didn't feel much like home, but it was a lot more familiar than the last few suites she stayed in, and that helped. Mary was content as long as she didn't think about how much money she was losing by not renting it out.
That all changed when Mary opened her eyes Friday morning and found a couple of non-corporeal entities hovering over her bed.
There was a scream. Ten minutes later, Mary came running out of the Presidential Suite with a few essentials hastily thrown in a bag. She didn't care how much it cost to get to California, because there was no way she was going to stay here like this.
[OOC: Mary will be fleeing for the weekend since my availability is limited, but she will be back on Monday.]
That all changed when Mary opened her eyes Friday morning and found a couple of non-corporeal entities hovering over her bed.
There was a scream. Ten minutes later, Mary came running out of the Presidential Suite with a few essentials hastily thrown in a bag. She didn't care how much it cost to get to California, because there was no way she was going to stay here like this.
[OOC: Mary will be fleeing for the weekend since my availability is limited, but she will be back on Monday.]