Morningstar Manor

Whistling, Connor put out a bunch of Valentine's day decorations on the table and studied them, considering the efforts of hanging little pink hearts all over his pub and wondering if it would be worth the effort, or just look stupid. On the other hand, he'd found them all in a box in the storage closet and he figured now was as good a time as any to start getting rid of junk like that, or at least organizing it.

Bea had set an alarm to wake them up, fearing that she'd subconsciously try to sabotage him leaving by letting them oversleep. Especially after the night they'd had before.

It was official. All signs pointed to yes and worst of all, he could feel it in his gut. Laura was missing.
He'd called her several times, but her phone went straight to voicemail. The members of his team that were supposed to be watching her hadn't seen her. Her car wasn't in the garage. The last time anyone had seen her was when she'd left for work on... Saturday?

She'd been missing for two days. He felt fucking sick. They had to have her, and God knew what they were doing to her.

He went to his boss to tell him his concerns, and everyone agreed that Laura had likely been taken. There was really only a few places she could be and he would rip each one apart, and every person inside, until he found her.

A package had come for Jazz today. A gift she'd ordered last week, thinking it would be a fun Valentine's surprise - especially now that she knew a certain sommelier would have the night off.

There was only one problem. She wasn't exactly sure how to go about getting it setup and the possibility of it falling apart the first time she went to use it if she attempted the task herself was not a prospect she really wanted to entertain. So, after just a few moments delibration, she called up Maintenance - and deciding to just go for it - left the following message:

"Hello, this is Estrella Gonzalez in 2-29. I'm calling because I need help assembling a stripper pole in my bedroom." Beat. "Thank you. Again - this is Estrella Gonzalez, 229."

Looking for volunteers for a fashion photoshoot here in the Manor ASAP. All on the up and up I promise and with big names behind it. Meet me in the Mocha!

[ooc: this is sent out to any and all men or women that have been in the spa and conversed with Gabe in any shape or form so feel free to respond]

U know where I am if you need me <3 A

Laura only had a vague idea of how long she had been in the room. It was always dark, the room had no windows and no furniture, ( and only one very sturdy door. )

Robbie was fairly sure Olivia would have come home from the radio station by the time he got out of his apartment and walked down a few doors along the corridor until he faced hers.

This was going to be a Move. One of those Moves that said, 'hello, I am interested in you and I'm actually doing something about it'. It was a big thing for Robbie, but he felt it was time. He didn't know if he was going to get hurt again, but he did feel like having a good time before it happened.

So he knocked on Olivia's door, and prepared himself to make the Move in his mind.

"No!! NO!!! NO!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!"

Somebody was on one of the balconies, talking on his phone, and shouting at the top of his lungs with melodramatic desperation, his voice echoing all through the gardens.

"No!! Not in Chamonix!"

Into the Mocha they went and Kris looked around, seeing a few of the gorgeous faces and bodies he had hoped to see, and he cleared his throat and tapped on a table to attract their attention.

"Um - ladies, gentlemen," he said, "we are in - frankly - awful trouble and are hoping some of you might be kind enough to help us out. The fact is - we have a designer and a complete collection of clothing but the photographer and all the models are stuck in Switzerland. So - would you be prepared to wear Lewis's clothes and have photos taken? What do you say?"

He looked round hopefully. "Anyone?"