First Paris Council
[There is one miffed looking man walking up and down, poking, investigating in a hotel all day. If he looks out of place, especially around the computer and cash register, and lighting, than well it should be the first clue that something is wrong. The second should be him occasionally tripping over something as he looks through a number of books, first his journal, second the hotel ledger (he's figured that one out at least), and then a number of other ones he's found around. The recovery from the tripping is slow and a lot less graceful than this particular man would like.
Finally if you know him? His hair is shorter and he looks very much, uncomfortable in the black suit he's found (which is all his wardorbe seems to be made up of). Suffice to say all of this has made for one very upset elf-lord-turned-human.
Part way through the day he decides to speak into the journal.]
If, those of you who are here and find yourselves in need of shelter, I find that I am in charge of a, business that provides such, an inn far larger than I have seen before. I need no payment, only to know that you have a place to sleep at night indoors and perhaps work to insure it is well kept through our stay. If you would wish to, accept my offer ask and I will provide what little direction that I can.
[And after that he's heading outside (minus a jacket, what's winter clothing to an elf?), and shivering and finding himself having to walk THROUGH the snow, he pushes on to at least get some idea of the location of his hotel, taking note of street signs and buildings.]
((ooc: Open for action anywhere in the hotel, outside or over the journal! And for those showing up to see him in person he's looking like Agent Smith right now...ALSO open for kissing.))
Finally if you know him? His hair is shorter and he looks very much, uncomfortable in the black suit he's found (which is all his wardorbe seems to be made up of). Suffice to say all of this has made for one very upset elf-lord-turned-human.
Part way through the day he decides to speak into the journal.]
If, those of you who are here and find yourselves in need of shelter, I find that I am in charge of a, business that provides such, an inn far larger than I have seen before. I need no payment, only to know that you have a place to sleep at night indoors and perhaps work to insure it is well kept through our stay. If you would wish to, accept my offer ask and I will provide what little direction that I can.
[And after that he's heading outside (minus a jacket, what's winter clothing to an elf?), and shivering and finding himself having to walk THROUGH the snow, he pushes on to at least get some idea of the location of his hotel, taking note of street signs and buildings.]
((ooc: Open for action anywhere in the hotel, outside or over the journal! And for those showing up to see him in person he's looking like Agent Smith right now...ALSO open for kissing.))