The Hyperion, Thursday evening

[fates_jaye]

Just about the time it starts to get dark, there might be a familiarish voice from the hotel lobby calling "Helloooooo?"

A second later, Jaye's calling it again, this time listening for the echo. She might have to just keep doing it until someone shows, or she hears the echo. Whichever comes first.

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[fh_jackass]

"Nothing gory," Logan assured her. "This place was abandoned for years before we took over. A paranoia demon was living here. But Angel was all sentimental about the place 'cause he got lynched here back in the fifties, so we kicked out the demon and moved in." He looked around at the architecture. "It did clean up nicely," he admitted."

[fates_jaye]

"It isn't bad," she admits. "You guys did good. And if I'm paying compliments I might be tired, so I'm gonna see how cool my room is."

[fh_jackass]

"Thanks," Logan grinned. "There's an elevator in the lobby - that way," he pointed. "If you run into any trouble, I'm in -" he paused. "Well, Angel's in 238. That's your best bet if there's trouble."

[fates_jaye]

Jaye looks over, spotting the elevator. "Got it," she says. "I will see you later, um... hotelmate."

[fh_jackass]

"Sleep well," Logan said. "See you tomorrow."