Domino (dominofcksgiven) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-05-23 11:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, domino, johnny cage |
Who - Domino // Open to multiples
Where - Lobby and then the bar
When - 05/23/21
What - A drink
Rating - R for heavy curses
“What the fuck?” A soft whisper, a mumble if it was anything, and not as concerned as she should’ve been. Never as concerned as she should’ve been, and that was a fucking fact. Maybe not a huge fanfare of an arrival, but then, Domino didn’t usually get huge fanfares… or want them. Shifting the odds of probability was a lot harder when more attention was drawn, and so Domino hoped to go ignored, as often as possible. Still, this was fucked up. Period. She’d had the craziest day of her life yesterday, finally won that fucking argument with Wade about her superpower (natch, bitch) and they’d all retreated back to the mansion with Colossus and Supersonic Negamad Warhead Girl. That wasn’t right, but Domino had only met her yesterday. Anyway, she’d gone to sleep, in a mansion. Cool. She’d woken up in the mansion, too, in the same bed she’d gone to sleep in. This was of note because she’d opened the bedroom door to go find others, Wade and Colossus and the gang, and uh. Walked out into the lobby of a hotel. Yeah, this hadn’t been the door she’d come in when she’d come back here with the others, and she just knew somehow that she wasn’t in the same place. She went to the front desk, figuring there’d be an attendant or a receptionist or someone, but no luck. Get it? Anyway, what was there was as much of an explanation as Domino was going to get today, apparently. A room key. A phone, that looked like the one she’d always carried, but wasn’t. Brochures, which Domino snagged one of, and a map she didn’t actually need. Which became almost immediately clear as she sorted herself, folding the map and brochure more times than was good for them and stuffing them in pockets, along with her key and her phone. “Well, I know this hotel has a bar,” she said to no one, and focused. “Show me.” After all, that was where she wanted to go, and if she was meant to be there, something would probably show her the way. A vase fell over (but didn’t break) next to a set of doors that led down a hallway, and wouldn’t you know it? That hallway led to the bar. Domino didn’t come right out and say Ayyyyy but her face absolutely did. And stopped almost immediately, because for the second time, she expected to see someone and didn’t. There should have been a bartender, here in this fully stocked bar, and yet there wasn’t? The fuck? Stymied for a moment, unsure, because like. Yeah, she was a mercenary and a killer and the luckiest btich to ever walk the Earth, but she wasn’t a fucking thief or anything and nobody was here to take her money for a drink, so like. Now the fuck what? A bottle fell off the shelf, and since these bottles were equipped with pourspouts rather than lids, it was the right thing to do to grab the bottle, right? Like, prevent waste? So Domino hopped the bar and collected the bottle, and like, wonder of wonders, it was her favorite liquor. Johnnie Walker had just jumped right out at her, hadn’t he? And the glass, too, which she caught just as it jumped out of its spot. “Fuckin’ ice would be…” A question, once again asked to no one as the door for the ice bin rolled up for no damn reason at all. Domino didn’t even know this hotel was haunted yet, but she was going to have a hell of a time figuring out if ghosts were fucking with her or if her powers were just extra on point, but either way, she was having the damn drink. |