Re: Manky dining room: Gwen & Dickie
I think manky has more scientific merit as a solitary word to describe the utter gross of this place. [Her smile was brighter than the light in the dark place, and she had a momentarily flicker of wonder about the conditions of the hotel. She'd known the halls were dusty, and she'd known the wallpaper was crumbling and the carpet was old, but this was a different level of decay. Maybe it said something about the hotel's overall health, and she wondered if portals to other worlds needed upkeep.
She should probably ask Doctor Foster; she might know.
But it was a bit of a revelation, the worry that crept into her stomach when she thought about the hotel as a deteriorating thing. Once, the idea of the hotel "dying" would've made her feel way better. Now, she was faced with the very unpleasant reality that she probably had no home to go back to, seeing as she was totally dead in hers. Not super optimistic, Stacy. She shook the thought off, and she reached for his ID.] Richard Jonathan Grayson. [And then she slid it back and took a seat at the lemony smelling table.] You live at home with your dad, Mr. Grayson? [The question came with a smile.]