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[pianistofraieln]

Characters: Raielko, anybody who feels like being present at the Bryant Park Hotel for whatever reasons. Feel free to make new threads and pick locations at random 8Db
Content: Ha ha ha Hamel is a terrible friend. 8| Raiel is blackmailed into doing maidwork at BPH. Dressed as Raiko.
Location: Anywhere (public) inside the Bryant Park Hotel. (

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[halfmetalshorty]

Wandering was fun in that 'there could be a stupid crab thing around any corner' sort of way

[pianistofraieln]

Mopping and looking sullen already sort of went hand-in-hand (who was ever happy about having to mop?) so it wasn't all that strange for this girl(...) to look a bit less than enthusiastic about her task.

Of course when Raiel actually noticed that somebody was walking around him, he gave a start, almost heading for total freak-out before he realized it wasn't anybody he'd seen before; he relaxed, breathing a sigh of relief -

And then freaked out anyway. "AAH I JUST MOPPED THERE DON'T WALK THERE!"

[halfmetalshorty]

Ed startled when the maid freaked out, whipping around quickly and back peddling slightly before the words processed in his head.

"You don't have to freak out!" he said as he got off the wet floor, frowning a bit in an irritated sort of huff. "It's not like I was doing it on purpose or anything."

[pianistofraieln]

"Who's freaking out!" he shouted back, pointing angrily. "Quit walking where I mopped! Can't you appreciate a girl's hard work? Jeez!"

And now that he'd moved, Raiel gave an annoyed huff and started re-mopping where the kid had walked. Some people, jeez.

[bozakcommander]

Kang didn't really know why he and Raiel hadn't talked more in-depth about the events in Central Park yet, but he was intending on remedying that as soon as possible. He didn't actually know where the pianist's room was in the hotel, but if he wasn't in the lobby, he could use the radio to ask him to come down.

Upon entering said lobby, the bozak noticed a woman mopping a section of the floor, one that looked oddly familiar for some reason. And then, his nose informed him of why.

"...why the hell are you dressed like that?"

It was a struggle not to laugh.

[pianistofraieln]

He totally fumbled his broom when he heard the question. Fumbled it with a loud "GAH!" as he whirled around to face Kang. This was not somebody he had expected to meet while serving his sentence.

He just kind of stared at Kang for a minute, struggling to find something to say. Hamel had forbidden him to speak the real reason and so he was stuck trying to come up with a fairly reasonable sounding excuse and finally he just laughed nervously and settled on, "Ha ha ha um I don't know what you're talking about I don't think we've met before." Immediately after which he snatched the broom back up and made a dash for the stairwell.

Only to be foiled by a misplaced chair. In was a pretty marvelous spill, all in all, leaving him splayed out face-first on the lobby floor.

Damn those running gags.

[bozakcommander]

"You know, I have a much better sense of smell than you humans. Don't even try to pretend it's not you," Kang grinned, walking over (being careful on the wet floor) and offering a hand to to help him up. "So tell me. Why are you in a dress?"

[pianistofraieln]

Ugh, dammit. There was no fooling dragons, apparently. He had already started to pick himself up by the time Kang made it over, but he paused, sighed, and took Kang's hand for help back to his feet anyway.

Once he was upright again, he took a moment to smooth out the skirt and the apron, scowling down at it all while he tried to think of something that didn't incriminate him as a voluntary crossdresser while also not admitting that Hamel made him do it. "I...made an agreement with somebody," he mumbled finally, as he leaned down to right the chair he'd fallen over and pick up the broom from the floor.

[squishyarms]

The last place Riza remembered Hamel being was the Bryant Park Hotel. She had to balls up and talk to him in person. Clear up whatever happened on the journals last night. Make sure that he wasn't getting any wrong ideas. Because there was no way in hell she was going to do this, even if it meant him going Mazoku on the city and destroying everything. Everything and everyone she'd taken to actually caring about. The pack.

Maybe she would... consider it, at the very least. She'd talk it over with him. She would. She'd.

She'd laugh her ass off. Even with the wig, he was unmistakable. "Sweet dress, Raiel!" she shouted from across the lobby.

[pianistofraieln]

"AUGH." WHY DID HE KEEP RUNNING INTO PEOPLE HE KNEW THIS WASN'T FAIR AT ALL.

He turned on Riza, pointing angrily, and shouted across the lobby at her. "YOU SHUT UP RIZA DON'T SAY ANYTHING."

[squishyarms]

It was like the universe was out to get him! How unexpected.

"Or what? In the name of the Moon, you'll punish me?" She was already on her way over to him because oh god she had to see this close up.

[pianistofraieln]

"Wh--" Well that was just confusing. He went from indignant rage to honestly curious. "When did you meet Bunny-chan?"

[veep_of_chess]

Nearly everything was ready. He just had to retrieve his costume from the place he usually stored it. Thus, it was currently tucked away in a large duffel that hung on a strap over his shoulder.

Upon his return, though, he made an interesting discovery. There was a maid in the hotel. In any other circumstances, this would not be unusual. But maybe there was someone that refused to let old habits fall.

He made a point of skirting the currently-wet area of the lobby floor, and used the opportunity to look the woman over. No, it wasn't a woman. It was Raiel. For a fleeting instant, he feared his maniacal President had arrived, but no, he would have heard her coming a mile away. Clearly someone else had similar predilections. "...Have we met before?" he asked her. This was too good to just let go.

[pianistofraieln]

He jumped at the question, turning to face the person who'd spoken; thankfully it wasn't anybody he kn-- Wait no he did know this guy.

This was the guy he kept catching on his piano, who thought he was so great because he could play Moonlight Sonata. That uppity piano player...!

He straightened, clearing his throat and holding the mop in toward his chest. Giving a smile, he cocked his head to one side and replied sweetly, "Oh, I think I've heard you play the piano in the lobby once or twice! You're terrible!"

[veep_of_chess]

He smirked a bit at the identification. The man was a powerful combatant, but he seemed to have a thing about that piano. "Well, I can't say I was at my best in the past, my finger was broken until recently."

[pianistofraieln]

"Well a real pianist can play the Firebird Suite's Infernal Dance after having both hands impaled," he said, giving a dismissive wave. Yeah that was the super-haughty air of SPEAKING FROM EXPERIENCE.

[meester_kennedy]

Leon explored the Bryant Park Hotel, looking for supplies that would make the mission he was working for Godot go more smoothly.

But, that didn't mean he couldn't stop for some fun on the way. Where did that cute maid come from? "Hey there, cutie-pie," he smirked.

[pianistofraieln]

...Oh. My. God. What.

Raiel turned around suddenly, broom slipping out of his hand and clattering to the floor as he stared at Leon in some mix of disgust and horror.

[meester_kennedy]

...Well, that wasn't the ideal reaction. "Yes, I'm talking to you." He came up closer, and picked up the broom for her.

[pianistofraieln]

Well, neither was his. Raiel gave a nervous laugh, backing away from this guy who was getting entirely too close for his comfort. (It didn't even have to be that close, Raiel was just really easy to discomfort.)

Backing away right into a wall, oh fuck.