InsaneJournal

Hotels were usually filled with rooms that were all carbon copies of each other; the only difference was that one side was the exact opposite of the other. It turned out that the Crown Plaza was really nothing like most hotels. In addition to the ghosts, the amazing powers of regeneration of the hotel, and the fact that it apparently moved around, the place didn't have any set layout to the rooms. That made it interesting to wander around it at the very least.

Paul had been looking for an empty room for himself and Jacob since they'd talked about it. He had figured that if Jacob were serious? There was no reason to wait. They could move any time they felt like it and that was a fact. This place didn't seem to have any preferences on where they stayed once they'd been checked in. It was a beautiful trap. It made its victims very comfortable while it held them with no hope of escape or reprieve. That was an amazing tactic from the standpoint of psychological warfare.

He had vetoed everything on the lobby level already and the first floor gave him a bad vibe. Paul didn't want to live underground which ruled out the basement. Paul had decided to start checking rooms on the third floor at that point. There was no real reason for the decision. It had simply felt as if it were the right decision.

Wandering through the rooms, Paul vetoed one for being an offensive purple nightmare before moving on to the next one because that one had no bathroom. There was no way he was using a communal shower since he couldn't guarantee Jacob might change his mind about being really out with him. They couldn't have what they had in public showers. Paul knew that. He knew Jacob wouldn't go for that. The guy was going to grovel adorably for a while, but he was going to get over that soon enough.

Paul had known him too long to think otherwise.

Slamming the door to another room without a bathroom, he opened the next door without a name on it and nearly yelled, "What the fuck kind of nightmare is this one? Bunk beds? Really?"

They were going to drive him nuts in this place. He was sure of that. Paul could already feel his sex life's possibilities slimming down with every door that he opened. It was disheartening enough to make him reconsider his position on killing peace-loving hippies.