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Who: Ronin and Syd
Where: Hallways
When: Morningtime (present)
Ronin's eyes fluttered open and he expected a headache to follow but it didn't. There were a few other things he expected to follow that didn't. Like familiar surroundings, for instance. What he saw instead was something the 50s had vomited up and arranged into a living space including a vanity which almost felt insultingly feminine. He sat up and rubbed his eyes as if that might change the outcome of opening them again. It didn't. He threw his feet over the side of the bed and stood up to look around.
"Let's do the time warp again..." he mumbled in a sing-song tone as he gazed at the room. He tried to roll his mind back over the events of the night before and was even more confused because he hadn't had a gig. By all rights, he should have come to on Kai's couch with a pounding headache. "Shit, maybe I died," he said though the idea neither resonated nor worried him. He could fully prepare to meet Jimi Hendrix and Elvis if that was the case.
He found the note welcoming him to the Regent Hotel and his room key. He couldn't remember checking in but then you didn't check in to heaven, did you? He hoped this was some elaborate prank but the note said he'd be there for a while. That didn't bode well. He decided to forget the room and go find someone he recognized, alive or dead. "Kai?" he called out once he was in the hall. "Elvis?" he followed up tentatively, wandering down what he supposed was a hotel hallway. If this was Rock 'n' Roll heaven, it made sense it would be in a hotel!
Where: Hallways
When: Morningtime (present)
Ronin's eyes fluttered open and he expected a headache to follow but it didn't. There were a few other things he expected to follow that didn't. Like familiar surroundings, for instance. What he saw instead was something the 50s had vomited up and arranged into a living space including a vanity which almost felt insultingly feminine. He sat up and rubbed his eyes as if that might change the outcome of opening them again. It didn't. He threw his feet over the side of the bed and stood up to look around.
"Let's do the time warp again..." he mumbled in a sing-song tone as he gazed at the room. He tried to roll his mind back over the events of the night before and was even more confused because he hadn't had a gig. By all rights, he should have come to on Kai's couch with a pounding headache. "Shit, maybe I died," he said though the idea neither resonated nor worried him. He could fully prepare to meet Jimi Hendrix and Elvis if that was the case.
He found the note welcoming him to the Regent Hotel and his room key. He couldn't remember checking in but then you didn't check in to heaven, did you? He hoped this was some elaborate prank but the note said he'd be there for a while. That didn't bode well. He decided to forget the room and go find someone he recognized, alive or dead. "Kai?" he called out once he was in the hall. "Elvis?" he followed up tentatively, wandering down what he supposed was a hotel hallway. If this was Rock 'n' Roll heaven, it made sense it would be in a hotel!