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it smells like a Bible story in here...
Who: Lazarus and Zelie
When: Afternoon
Where: Hotel di Sei Ali
The Hotel di Sei Ali had been something of a curiosity to Zelie ever since settling in Scarlet Oak. To be honest, she didn't really go in for ritzy joints. In all her thieving years, she'd never been stupid enough to make it a habit of hitting the wealthiest joints in the city. If absolutely nothing else, they tended to have better security. All the same, it being the first hotel in the world to cater to supernaturals appealed to Zelie on a lot of levels. It seemed so very likely that people there would have extremely interesting things in their bags. Maybe not terribly valuable, but Zelie wanted knowledge. She wanted experience. This made the hotel - and any other supernatural hotspot - extremely interesting to one tricksy little werewolf.
( I immediately regret this decision. )
When: Afternoon
Where: Hotel di Sei Ali
The Hotel di Sei Ali had been something of a curiosity to Zelie ever since settling in Scarlet Oak. To be honest, she didn't really go in for ritzy joints. In all her thieving years, she'd never been stupid enough to make it a habit of hitting the wealthiest joints in the city. If absolutely nothing else, they tended to have better security. All the same, it being the first hotel in the world to cater to supernaturals appealed to Zelie on a lot of levels. It seemed so very likely that people there would have extremely interesting things in their bags. Maybe not terribly valuable, but Zelie wanted knowledge. She wanted experience. This made the hotel - and any other supernatural hotspot - extremely interesting to one tricksy little werewolf.
( I immediately regret this decision. )