elektra natchios (skyblack) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-06-18 06:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, elektra natchios, xian lang |
Who: Elektra and Xian
Where: The kitchen
When: Thursday afternoon
What: Coffee fails and triumphs
Status: Complete
Warnings: None
The stainless steel appliances and work surfaces in the kitchen consistently took Elektra back to Alexandra's facility. Or possibly a morgue. The effect was usually ruined by other people's crumbs crunching underfoot, or a forgotten candy wrapper, or streaks of flour on the counters. With so many people missing from the hotel, though, there was a distinct absence of mess, as well as the sense that she was intruding on anyone by loitering. So, no reason to do it. She could get up and return to her favorite new pastime of breaking into empty rooms (boring with little risk of getting caught), or selectively ripping out pages from the books in the library (they didn't stay ripped), or making ample use of the liquor in the bar (lonely and a bit depressing to do on her own.) Elektra stayed where she was, stretched out on one of the long islands that ran down the center of the room, laughing in the face of hygiene standards and common decency. She half hoped that when the door opened, it would be some indignant loudmouth who walked in. She hadn't been taken to task in so long. She hadn't fought anyone since Xian had puppeted her around the hotel for a day. In their absence, she supposed the person she was actually waiting for (an actual warrior witch who could shapeshift into a bird, how unremarkable) would have to do. |