Who: Damien Thorn When: Afternoon Where: Tower 1, Room 204 What: Enjoying his last day in the hotel suite Rating: TBD Status: Narrative [or open to roommates Hook, Wendy, or Peter; group or multiple thread allowed as well]
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Damien had just gotten off his shift at Missbehavin, he was pleased to be doing so well there. He liked the business as it reminded him of his original work, selling sin and temptation. And fun too. And of course the name amused him, because really, who doesn't mind misbehaving now and then. He knew he wouldn't work there forever. He had plans to eventually go into business for himself, or integrate himself into city government, but the adult store would do for work until then. But now... now he had heard he was to move yet again. And just when he was starting to enjoy this place. He liked the indoors in this suit, the kitchen, other rooms, especially the balcony view. And now it was going to be torn down a day from now, rebuilt within days. "Destroy this temple and I will rebuild it in three days," he said with a light laugh to himself, borrowing a quote from his holy nemesis. But If he had to live in an apartment or house? He just hoped it would live up to his standards, that it was as good, or better, than his current residence. He had also hoped to paint the whiteness of the room to another color but ah well. That could be seen to in his next residence.
He would have to pack some of his things soon. It shouldn't take too long. But at the moment, he was hungry, so he had used the kitchen's exquisite oven feature to cook himself some pork chops. It smelled quite good, no doubt any of his roommates present in the suite could sense it, and maybe even neighbors a couple doors down from them. And he had made a little extra, the meat numbering up to six or seven on the platter. He had the salt shaker and jar of barbecue sauce next to it, ohh he loved that sauce on his food. Damien had thought ahead; if a couple of the roommates living here along with him happened to come in, he wasn't opposed to sharing. And besides, having some good food would probably be a good way to remember his or their last day in this hotel.
"Other hotel better have good room service," he mumbled to himself, helping himself to one chop, saucing it, and taking a bite. Ohhh, quite nice. He had done well. His hand now reached for his glass of soda which was unfortunately out of his reach... which actually wasn't a problem either, as it just slid toward his open hand as if by magic. He had a book beside him he'd bought from the Neverland Books shop, a book about various exploits of the Roman Empire, it's military strategies, generals, culture, and such. He would take a few bites while reading as he sat at the middle table counter. He was thinking he should cook more often, maybe for a future Christmas party. And fortunately he didn't own too many things here, so packing it up wouldn't take him too long.