A Room at the Arms, Saturday Morning
Waking up in hotel rooms she couldn't immediately place was no uncommon occurrence for Envy.
Placing one - after a moment to let her gaze sweep the room - as being on Fandom? And not one she remembered booking? Slightly more uncommon, but not entirely unheard of. Especially on a weekend she knew she was supposed to be on Fandom, anyway. Reunion. Why wouldn't the island just yank her back when it wanted to? Really, she should have expected it.
And all in all, all that she was a little miffed about was that the island hadn't thought to plop her husband beside her. She pushed herself up with a sigh, got herself a silk robe - at least her things had made it here with her - then checked the room number so she could text it to Peter. With nothing but said number and the word Fandom.
Which was not a specification on her location, but rather the requisite, mild 'ugh, Fandom'.
[ooc: Open, open, suresies.]
Placing one - after a moment to let her gaze sweep the room - as being on Fandom? And not one she remembered booking? Slightly more uncommon, but not entirely unheard of. Especially on a weekend she knew she was supposed to be on Fandom, anyway. Reunion. Why wouldn't the island just yank her back when it wanted to? Really, she should have expected it.
And all in all, all that she was a little miffed about was that the island hadn't thought to plop her husband beside her. She pushed herself up with a sigh, got herself a silk robe - at least her things had made it here with her - then checked the room number so she could text it to Peter. With nothing but said number and the word Fandom.
Which was not a specification on her location, but rather the requisite, mild 'ugh, Fandom'.
[ooc: Open, open, suresies.]