Post by tachyon on Dec 31, 2008 5:10:57 GMT -5
Hotel Miami, Main Street, Tremorton
Location of TRS New Year party
2:06am, New Year's Day
Ring ring.
Urufu groaned.
Ring ring.
Again, Urufu groaned, and rolled over in his bed.
Ring ring.
“Arrrr!” he yelled, throwing off the covers and groping his way through the dark room, “Where’s that phone?”
His foot connected with a table, and he swore in a dozen languages of Hell and Earth and realms in between.
Ring ring.
“Owww! Why can’t they put the light switches in the obvious place?!” lamented the tired and sore lycan as he opened a door into a lit room, “And where’s that phone?!”
As he stumbled out into the corridor, wiping the sleep from his eyes, he heard the sound of the door closing and the soft ‘click’ of it locking. In that moment, he realized that he no longer stood in his room, but the hotel corridor.
“Oh no! No, no NO!!” Urufu pulled at the doorknob, “I’m locked out, and I’m butt-ass naked except for,” he checked the top of his head, “oh thank God I’ve still got my party hat on.”
Behind him, he heard the dreaded ‘ding’ of a hotel elevator arriving at his floor. Before he could cover himself its occupant –a five foot nine auburn-furred female canid- stumbled out, swigging from a bottle of bourbon singing Auld Lang Sine.
“Heeey Rufiiii!” slurred Keiralena as she strode towards him, “You should go downstairsh, everyonesh shtill up. We’re playin ‘movie title charades’. Ash got up to do one an before he even reshed the shtage I yelled out “Dead Man Walking”, heh heh, an I won a… Hang on. What’s goin on ‘ere?!”
Urufu put his hands on his hips and defiantly proclaimed “What’s the matter? Haven’t you ever seen a grown lycan naked?”
Kei giggled and shook her head so quickly that she almost fell over.
“Hang on there, I’ll go get you shum towels or shomethin.”
She trotted off to her own room. Several seconds after closing the door, Urufu heard the sound of something falling onto a couch, followed by snoring. Swearing, he quickly made for the elevator and punched the button for the ground floor.
“This is a disaster! I’ve got to sneak down to reception and get a towel or something-”
‘Ding’ went the elevator. Urufu braced for the worst, but fortunately for him Machaeus entered, newspaper under his arm.
“Hey…” began Mach as he quickly realized his friend’s situation.
“Oh hey Mach! Is that the Tremorton Times, can I borrow that?” Urufu said as he grabbed the paper and began wrapping it around himself, “Thanks buddy! I love the Times so much right now.”
“Yeah. I can see.” said Mach carefully as he watched his friend, “You must really love the Times.”
The elevator arrived at the ground floor. Before another word could be said Urufu bolted out the doors and down the corridor, desperately searching for the reception desk.
“Where’s the foyer?!” he whined as he pulled open a door. He froze as he stepped out onto a small stage in front of a crowd of his TRS friends and some other hotel guests.
“So who wants to try,” began Champ, the MC, before he noticed Urufu standing behind him, “Oh hi Urufu! Care to have a go at movie title charades?”
“Uh, well I-”
“Here, let me grab the paper.”
Before he could stop him Champ had ripped the newspaper away. There was a gasp from the crowd as they stared at the poor lycan desperately trying to cover himself. Then, from the back, Jessie called out;
“Is the answer Anaconda?”
Happy New Year. Don't party too hard.
Location of TRS New Year party
2:06am, New Year's Day
Ring ring.
Urufu groaned.
Ring ring.
Again, Urufu groaned, and rolled over in his bed.
Ring ring.
“Arrrr!” he yelled, throwing off the covers and groping his way through the dark room, “Where’s that phone?”
His foot connected with a table, and he swore in a dozen languages of Hell and Earth and realms in between.
Ring ring.
“Owww! Why can’t they put the light switches in the obvious place?!” lamented the tired and sore lycan as he opened a door into a lit room, “And where’s that phone?!”
As he stumbled out into the corridor, wiping the sleep from his eyes, he heard the sound of the door closing and the soft ‘click’ of it locking. In that moment, he realized that he no longer stood in his room, but the hotel corridor.
“Oh no! No, no NO!!” Urufu pulled at the doorknob, “I’m locked out, and I’m butt-ass naked except for,” he checked the top of his head, “oh thank God I’ve still got my party hat on.”
Behind him, he heard the dreaded ‘ding’ of a hotel elevator arriving at his floor. Before he could cover himself its occupant –a five foot nine auburn-furred female canid- stumbled out, swigging from a bottle of bourbon singing Auld Lang Sine.
“Heeey Rufiiii!” slurred Keiralena as she strode towards him, “You should go downstairsh, everyonesh shtill up. We’re playin ‘movie title charades’. Ash got up to do one an before he even reshed the shtage I yelled out “Dead Man Walking”, heh heh, an I won a… Hang on. What’s goin on ‘ere?!”
Urufu put his hands on his hips and defiantly proclaimed “What’s the matter? Haven’t you ever seen a grown lycan naked?”
Kei giggled and shook her head so quickly that she almost fell over.
“Hang on there, I’ll go get you shum towels or shomethin.”
She trotted off to her own room. Several seconds after closing the door, Urufu heard the sound of something falling onto a couch, followed by snoring. Swearing, he quickly made for the elevator and punched the button for the ground floor.
“This is a disaster! I’ve got to sneak down to reception and get a towel or something-”
‘Ding’ went the elevator. Urufu braced for the worst, but fortunately for him Machaeus entered, newspaper under his arm.
“Hey…” began Mach as he quickly realized his friend’s situation.
“Oh hey Mach! Is that the Tremorton Times, can I borrow that?” Urufu said as he grabbed the paper and began wrapping it around himself, “Thanks buddy! I love the Times so much right now.”
“Yeah. I can see.” said Mach carefully as he watched his friend, “You must really love the Times.”
The elevator arrived at the ground floor. Before another word could be said Urufu bolted out the doors and down the corridor, desperately searching for the reception desk.
“Where’s the foyer?!” he whined as he pulled open a door. He froze as he stepped out onto a small stage in front of a crowd of his TRS friends and some other hotel guests.
“So who wants to try,” began Champ, the MC, before he noticed Urufu standing behind him, “Oh hi Urufu! Care to have a go at movie title charades?”
“Uh, well I-”
“Here, let me grab the paper.”
Before he could stop him Champ had ripped the newspaper away. There was a gasp from the crowd as they stared at the poor lycan desperately trying to cover himself. Then, from the back, Jessie called out;
“Is the answer Anaconda?”
Happy New Year. Don't party too hard.
