No Tell Motel

Walking along, hand in hand. Abel and Cain followed their noses towards food. Their white uniforms had been thrown out the window after being shredded with glee, and now they wore only improvised loincloths consisting of scarves wrapped around their hips and covering the important bits for modesty's sake.

It had been so very nice to wake up at their leasure and then take a very long and hot shower together in another room since the one they had been in had been occupied by the lovely Ifalna. Besides, this place appeared to be either a hotel or an apartment complex which meant more than enough rooms for them to have their own.

Spying the lounge, they moved to claim a table while looking around for food or someone to serve them. A rare treat but one they could appreciate.

He needed a break. No, he needed a fucking vacation. A whole week with no demons trying to tear off his hide or angels riding him to save the world and no Sam. No fucking Sammy heading to the dark side at top speed with the top down and the radio playing punk ass Everclear.

He pulled into the parking lot, letting his baby idle a few minutes. She was purring, all cylinders firing clean. They could just go. Take the road to nowhere and never look back.

But it would catch up to them. It always did. Sammy would find him, or the demons, or the fucking angels of the fucking apocalypse. Well if they wanted him, they could drag his ass out of bed, he was gonna get laid before the world fucking ended and he went right back up on the rack.

He grabbed his keys, his duffle, and gave the lady at the desk his best heartbreak smile. One room, one bed, no check out date. Hell, he even used his real name. If the Feds still wanted him, let 'em come. He had ammo to spare and he didn't fucking care anymore.

The first thing he did was check his room, line the entryways with salt and grab his silver letter opener/totally conspicious knife. Then he went in search of the booze.

As bars went, it was stocked. And Dean had no reason not to jump over the bar and start rifling for the hard stuff. Tequila. It was a tequila moment.

It was one of the things about running new caravans, sometimes you ran into the craziest of things. And not just demon-spawn nests either.

Cloud pushed his goggles up and idled his bike as he stared at the hotel. With lights. Power, they had *power*. Which argued that they had things like hot water, maybe even barterable things. This could be a very profitable run for everyone. Especially since Yuffie had the kidlet on the way. He gave a wave for the trucks still in the distance and accelerated down the side road to the hotel.

He grabbed his saddlebag as he parked and walked into the front door.

"Hello?"

Wow, the place even *smelled* good.

He rolled over on the bed and stretched, tilting his head as he noticed that the scent of the room was different, then a beat later that this wasn't home.

Had Shinra decided that his play for madness wasn't actually enough to keep him from being useful to them?

He had his doubts, and he stretched, tail flicking before he crawled off the bed to explore the terrain, not bothering to try and locate shorts. If Cloud got mad at him for it, well, he had his ways to quiet him down that wouldn't get complaining.

Blinking around, Zack absently licked a hand, watching his surroundings. The door to his room was open, and he was working on bathing. Icky water outside.

Having shed his scrubs, the cat was enjoying not having to wear them. Instead, he swiped his tongue over skin, washing away the smell of the labs.

Labs were bad.

His name is Jimmy.

He hates it. He's tried to go by James but Jimmy keeps sticking to him, like a wad of bubble gum on his shoe, and he's become resigned to it. Jimmy Bates it is and it's never gonna be anything different.

Oh, well. Good thing he's the adaptable sort.

He's adapted to a lot in his life. Parents' divorce. Uncle suddenly leaving the family fortune to him and him alone. Schools rejecting him if he wouldn't give 'em a gift. Discovering his tastes in intimate affairs ranged further and wider than most found comfortable, or even sane.

He's sure he'll adapt to this.

"This" being that he's somehow managed to end up on a lounge chair, one of a row of them, surrounding an indoor pool. Looks to be inside a hotel of sorts.

Not so hard to adapt to, he supposes. It'll take some getting used to, though, to deal with he fact that he's completely naked.

He leans back and relaxes. Yeah, he'll get used to it eventually.

Blinking sleepily, she found herself in a room she didn't really recognize. But she dreamed oddly sometimes. In any case,she wanted a shower.

It didn't take long to find the bathroom of this odd place, and shed her clothing, stepping into the water and letting it pound down on her, not bothering to shut the door behind her.

Mmm, hot water.

She stood there, enjoying it, and trying to figure out where the hazy, lazy, pleased feeling was coming from.

Probably should fight it off.

But she was still tired after being asleep for so long.

((ooc: anyone is welcomed to be dropped in on her))

Events:

Permanent event by means of aphrodisiac. It's everywhere. In the clothing, the bedsheets, the water, the food, the air. It absorbs through the skin and in the system when you breath or ingest it.

We're going to try to keep things tagged by journal names, so you can find favorite players.

Enjoy, and good luck.

Purring, Abel snuggled into the covers, enjoying the patch of warm sunlight that fell across the bed. He was comfortable and didn't want to get up for a while. The strange sweet scent to the air caused him to sneeze a couple of times before he grew use to it. It made him feel nice if a bit warm.

With a faint huff, he buried his face in his arms, fighting the urge to wake up completely. He had no where to be, and the sun was warm. He could feel a faint breeze over his skin that indicated the door to the room was open but that was fine. Just stirred things up a bit.