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Your parasympathetic nervous system reacts
Who: Cameron and Miguel
When: Afternoon
Where: Nearby Serenity Garden
( and you're in fight or flight mode. )
When: Afternoon
Where: Nearby Serenity Garden
( and you're in fight or flight mode. )
Jun. 11th, 2013
May. 30th, 2013
we are programmed to receive
Who: Miguel and Michael
When: 6:30 AM
Where: Lobby
Michael had let the girl working the front desk shift that night leave early. Any guests coming to the front desk were aggravated and demanding, and Michael figured she had better be around to deal with that herself. She'd told the girl to go and get some sleep, and had then headed in the back room to change batteries of her flashlight. In the few minutes that had taken she had heard the bell ring, and when she went back to the front desk there was a man sleeping on one of the couches. This would be Miguel. She didn't have to wonder. She had been expecting an arrival, and she never forgot a face.
Michael had decided to let him sleep a while. Why not? He looked exhausted, and he'd have trouble finding his room in the dark anyway. She wrote a few notes behind the desk, got out his keycard (thankful those still worked, though it certainly would have been interesting if they hadn't), and kept quietly busy. A while after the sun had begun to rise, she walked around the desk and approached the sleeping man. She didn't touch him, but she did lean down from a few feet away. "Sir? Do you need a room?"
When: 6:30 AM
Where: Lobby
Michael had let the girl working the front desk shift that night leave early. Any guests coming to the front desk were aggravated and demanding, and Michael figured she had better be around to deal with that herself. She'd told the girl to go and get some sleep, and had then headed in the back room to change batteries of her flashlight. In the few minutes that had taken she had heard the bell ring, and when she went back to the front desk there was a man sleeping on one of the couches. This would be Miguel. She didn't have to wonder. She had been expecting an arrival, and she never forgot a face.
Michael had decided to let him sleep a while. Why not? He looked exhausted, and he'd have trouble finding his room in the dark anyway. She wrote a few notes behind the desk, got out his keycard (thankful those still worked, though it certainly would have been interesting if they hadn't), and kept quietly busy. A while after the sun had begun to rise, she walked around the desk and approached the sleeping man. She didn't touch him, but she did lean down from a few feet away. "Sir? Do you need a room?"
May. 29th, 2013
Who: Miguel
When: 3:30 AM
Where: Indio, CA and then eventually the hotel lobby.
( Con-artists = No Bueno )
When: 3:30 AM
Where: Indio, CA and then eventually the hotel lobby.
( Con-artists = No Bueno )