[Midnight Hotel] July catch-alll

[gistful]

Characters: Anyone, everyone.
Date: Month of JULY, 2016.
Location: The Midnight Hotel.
Situation: Catch-all post! Feel free to use this post for anything that happens within the Midnight Hotel during the month, using the subject header to label specific rooms or for specific people. See also the OOC note at the bottom.
Warnings/Rating: Mark your threads if content warnings become applicable, please!

Though the attack on Anton and Jintou occurred outside of the Hotel, its effects can nevertheless be seen on the Hotel’s runnings during July. Jintou is absent, in the first place, though Anton keeps his room in the event he’s found.

For the last few days of June and the first couple days of July Anton is preoccupied with rebuilding the shops he damaged in his attempt to stop Jintou from being taken, and therefore a good deal of the Hotel’s daily running is in the hands of his staff and a handful of trusted ex-gang kedan.

Within the first few days of the month Anton’s health takes a nosedive. Though the chronic condition discovered by Raine and Tony wasn’t previously active, the poisoning attempt apparently changed that and for the rest of this month Anton is under enforced bed-rest—or if not bed-rest then an enforced holiday. For that reason, any and all offers to help out with maintenance, cleaning, cooking, accounting and other daily chores at the Hotel will be welcomed.

Provided, that is, that no one minds the Hotel proprietor hovering over their shoulders—when he isn’t being sat on by a giant wolf to make sure he doesn’t overtax himself.

Hotel rules are, obviously, still in effect.

[ooc: The Midnight Hotel’s status page is available here, with the rules at the top and ongoing status at the bottom. PLEASE POST TO THE STATUS PAGE IF YOUR CHARACTER WOULD LIKE A ROOM, JOB OR AREA IN THE GARAGE, OR ARE MOVING OUT. Anton will manufacture means of payment until Foreigners are able to properly offer recompense or choose to move out.]

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[edgeoftheknife]

That draws a laugh, though it's a quiet, tired thing.

"It's a disease. Very modern, has to do with diet. Makes it so you can't process sugar correctly. And this-" He waves the plate with the cake around a little for emphasis. "-is almost entirely sugar. Which has the happy side effect of making it incredibly delicious. But unless you're diabetic, not likely to kill you."

Ravel lowers the plate slowly and slides it onto the counter nearby, then takes a step backward, all while holding his other hand up in that same conciliatory gesture.

"I thought you might be trying to avoid the party. Can't have you missing out on the cake, though."

For once, Ravel sounds fairly genuine.

[irishthor]

"I don't eat much sugar." He admits, so basically admitting that he doesn't know if he has this disease or not. "And not trying to avoid. Just not in the mood."

He shifts a bit, relaxing his stance.

"I didn't want to bring down the atmosphere by bein' less than cordial."

[edgeoftheknife]

"Well, I can almost guarantee you're not diabetic, unless you've been eating Twinkies and Lucky Charms at every meal since you got here," Ravel chuckles. He takes that one step forward again and nudges the plate toward Shay. "Coincidentally, if anyone here ever asks you to say anything that has to do with the words 'Lucky Charms,' don't do it."

Is this Erskine being helpful? To Shay?

"Wouldn't want you to go and embarrass the rest of us Irish without realizing it."

Ah, that's better. At least there's no malice in it. He's just teasing.

At that last bit Ravel snorts. "What, like I've been doing? My own damned party and I'm out here trying to force cake down your throat instead of back in there. I think my patience with people has worn out for the day. Some host, eh?"

[irishthor]

"Lucky Charms?" He frowns, wondering why on earth that phrase would be embarrassing to anyone else. It's a perfectly legitimate phrase. But, then again, the future is confusing as all hell, so Shay's just going to accept it.

He eyes it for a second longer, before picking up the plate, eventually.

"Hosting is a tiring ordeal, or so I've heard."

[edgeoftheknife]

It didn't use to be. Used to be he could've handled the little group of partygoers back there with his eyes closed.

Erskine shrugged and leaned a hip against the counter nearby, crossing his arms over his chest. "You want to talk tiring, try schmoozing a group of mages from ten different countries all at once--most of whom you'd rather just hit and get it over with. That's tiring."

He watched Shay hesitantly pick up the plate of cake with a glint of amusement in his eyes.

"It's not going to bite."

[irishthor]

"You can't be too careful." He picks up the fork, gesturing with it. "Especially with all this magic about. Who know, something could have changed this cake to eat me, instead."

An attempt at levity? Perhaps. His tone is light enough.

"I never held stock in entertaining. Was always too busy."