The Hotel Event
[You awaken in a hotel.
It's a classy hotel. The sheets on the vibrating bed are satin, and an almost inviting shade of red. There is a small table at the side of the room, atop which a single flickering candle illuminates the room. Your meal has been prepared on gleaming marble plates, and there are two chairs seated at the table.
The door, should you care to test it, is locked. The walls, should you care to test them, are unbreakable. The meal, should you care to test it, is delicious. Your wardrobe appears to have been misplaced: men will find themselves wearing a tuxedo and clip-on bow tie, while women have found themselves wearing an extremely clingy dress or racy lingerie. You appear to be clutching a bouquet of roses.
There is a mini-bar. It is extremely well-stocked.
It dawns on you as you look around the room that this is, without a shadow of doubt, a hotel for lovers. A Lover's Hotel, if you will.
It also dawns on you that you are not alone.] -The Mods
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The accommodations were indeed a change from where Hatter had fallen asleep in his usual spot; the couch in his 'home'. Despite having been fully asleep seconds before, when he stood, his tuxedo was completely starched and unwrinkled. Strangely enough, the only part of this he had a problem with was the bow tie.
He arched an eyebrow as he looked around the room stiffly. He took in the vibrating bed, the classy diningware, the locked door. And across the room was Alice. Well.
Not all bad, then.
It's a classy hotel. The sheets on the vibrating bed are satin, and an almost inviting shade of red. There is a small table at the side of the room, atop which a single flickering candle illuminates the room. Your meal has been prepared on gleaming marble plates, and there are two chairs seated at the table.
The door, should you care to test it, is locked. The walls, should you care to test them, are unbreakable. The meal, should you care to test it, is delicious. Your wardrobe appears to have been misplaced: men will find themselves wearing a tuxedo and clip-on bow tie, while women have found themselves wearing an extremely clingy dress or racy lingerie. You appear to be clutching a bouquet of roses.
There is a mini-bar. It is extremely well-stocked.
It dawns on you as you look around the room that this is, without a shadow of doubt, a hotel for lovers. A Lover's Hotel, if you will.
It also dawns on you that you are not alone.] -The Mods
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The accommodations were indeed a change from where Hatter had fallen asleep in his usual spot; the couch in his 'home'. Despite having been fully asleep seconds before, when he stood, his tuxedo was completely starched and unwrinkled. Strangely enough, the only part of this he had a problem with was the bow tie.
He arched an eyebrow as he looked around the room stiffly. He took in the vibrating bed, the classy diningware, the locked door. And across the room was Alice. Well.
Not all bad, then.