No Tell Motel

When Ifalna had gotten up after her shower and desperately needed quick nap, she blinked down at herself.

This was not what she had gone to sleep in.

Red and trimmed with white fur, it had a tiny little skirt and red stripes of fabric over her breasts. And she was wearing a red pointy hat with a white fluff ball at the tip.

What in the world was she dressed in?

She eyed the red thigh high stockings she was wearing, and sighed as she put on a pair of insanely high red heels.

Okay, someone was going to have to explain what was going on. Because her closet was full of various other outfits as well, but not a stitch of normal clothing.

Walking carefully, the cetra went hunting for someone to ask.

((open post, just start a new thread when you find Ifalna))

It had taken a bit of searching, but Ifalna had found a kitchen like area. Dressed again in jeans and a tee shirt, she wondered about the closets of the place. At least the clothing fit well, if a bit snug.

In any case, she started to poke around in the kitchen. And kept poking until she found things to make a meal.

Real food. It would be good.

She was sure that food smell might draw people. But that was to be expected.

Maybe she'd have to find some favorite foods.

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.

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))