Rachel came into the hotel with a box under her arm. She was working to understand a few things, and today, well, that thing was board games. She slipped past a couple of sleeping grunts and settled quietly on the floor, taking the board and the pieces out of the box then laying them out in a straight line ( Read more... )

Okay this just isn't fair.

This place is supposed to be her break from having to beat the shit out of monsters. She's supposed to be able to go to the pool without undead sea lions getting all over.

Amber is not happy. Not happy at all.

Although she is relieved that she'd gotten an ammunition reload for her handgun. She does not like how it ( Read more... )

Dezzi is laying on a table, staring at the ceiling.

Or sleeping with her eyes open.

(Yeah, it's the second one.)

Well.

That wasn't funShe'd been expecting a foggy street ( Read more... )

Going back through the door was not the best plan ever.

It is with significant relief that Amber finds herself somewhere not burnt or destroyed, though there's a brief moment of suspicion at the sunny bed-and-breakfast style lobby, cluttered with antiques and mediocre paintings.

But there's just enough to clue her in that it's the other bizarre ( Read more... )

It was the first time she'd found a pool here. Ororo would like it, all steamy glass and tropical plants around a free form, warm pool of water. Even better, in her mind, it was snowing beyond the glass. All fluffy white peace outside the small oasis ( Read more... )

"I am so not lost." Corey lied to the walls around him, a knitted frown marring the perplexed brow on his confused face.

It wasn't entirely a lie...it was difficult for him to get lost. It was more like he had just been… misplaced? He could easily navigate around the places he knew, even those that looked kind of familiar, but right then, at that ( Read more... )

Kitty was one of the few people Rachel trusted in her new reality. It was strange, very strange given how young her mother figure was now but...but that didn't mean she didn't know what she was talking about. She had said that Rachel needed to learn some human habits, that way people were less likely to be afraid around the ex-hound.

And the fear ( Read more... )

The hotel has become a refuge from the real world for Amber, particularly since the real world has turned into something unreal ( Read more... )

Back in the Real(?) World, things had gotten very unreal indeed.

That world had gotten darker, grittier, wetter. Bloodier.

So it is with relief that Amber finds herself in the fancy hotel again. It's closer to reality than where she was.

Which is saying something.

She slips into the front desk to swipe a key.