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trans_92010-12-17 05:38 am
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Christmas Prep (Bring Your Own Holiday Cheer...and Christmas music)
The Hotel had been transformed within the last several days into a festive and jolly mess of color. It looked like a rainbow had exploded leaving tinsel, banners, wreaths.
Some oddly cobbled together figures were perched high up on the roof and if you looked for a moment they resembled snowmen, reindeer, penguins and elves.
Inside the hotel was much like the outside, a mess of randomly procured fabrics and papers strung up and about to make the place have a warm cheerful feel. And yet it still wasn't complete.
Besatboy wandered about trying to figure out where to work next. He had set up several stations to work on various crafts encouraging his fellow outsiders to work where they felt compelled. There were paper snowflakes to make, ornaments to make (Out of other odds and ends and hooks) Lights to hang (Despite the fact that Beastboy had not yet found a way to power all the lights he'd hung around the hotel without blowing a fuse) and a tree to be...well made.
They hadn't actually found anything resembling a tree yet and getting a fresh living one was out of the question. For the time being Beastboy had set up a bright red blanket around a fake plant he'd found in the lobby of the hotel.
"I know what this place needs." He snapped his fingers and scrambled to what had once been the reception desk. "Christmas music!" He had scoured the Media library to find all the tunes he could and now was the perfect time to set them up.
Some oddly cobbled together figures were perched high up on the roof and if you looked for a moment they resembled snowmen, reindeer, penguins and elves.
Inside the hotel was much like the outside, a mess of randomly procured fabrics and papers strung up and about to make the place have a warm cheerful feel. And yet it still wasn't complete.
Besatboy wandered about trying to figure out where to work next. He had set up several stations to work on various crafts encouraging his fellow outsiders to work where they felt compelled. There were paper snowflakes to make, ornaments to make (Out of other odds and ends and hooks) Lights to hang (Despite the fact that Beastboy had not yet found a way to power all the lights he'd hung around the hotel without blowing a fuse) and a tree to be...well made.
They hadn't actually found anything resembling a tree yet and getting a fresh living one was out of the question. For the time being Beastboy had set up a bright red blanket around a fake plant he'd found in the lobby of the hotel.
"I know what this place needs." He snapped his fingers and scrambled to what had once been the reception desk. "Christmas music!" He had scoured the Media library to find all the tunes he could and now was the perfect time to set them up.

Vivio's Room
It was a very slow process for her to wake up and after how burned out she was from hunting for her fellow Vikings she had slept nice and hard after Vivio had put her under. She hadn't even heard Stacy admonish her for the act of violence she'd initiated.
A mighty yawn and stretch as the world came into focuse...and Ruffnut realize she wasn't in the building that she'd claimed as her lair.
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"Spot?" the pup came out from behind the chair at the sound of his master's voice, and scurried to Laurie's side, with his tail between his legs. "It's all right, it's all right..." She bent over to scratch behind his ears. He immediately brightened, and his tail came out and began to wag.
"But where's Garfield?" She looked up from where she could estimate the ladder's initial position had been, and saw the green monkey. She smiled. "There he is!"
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"I'm not a roost, Garfield!" Laurie giggled.
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She turned her head to him, smiling. "Did anyone help you?"
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"S-so... Uh, w-which room d-did you blow the fuse for?"
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He'd start with the most likely ones. They had to get power running to the rooms again before they could try not blowing fuses again.
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"Are they back?"
So long as there were no shrieks of terror, everything should be all right.
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A laptop, a charger for his cell, the charger for his tablet, the power for the external hard drive he kept old projects on, and the power for two gaming systems was not one easily managed in his apartment, on top of all the normal appliances. The key was to take power from other places, like your down-stairs neighbour.
He figured in this case the next room would serve better.