The True Virgin Tiger Moth
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When you get there at last, you are certain that you have the wrong place. This place did look like a hotel, but it also looks like it had been abandoned for YEARS. And the poster looked brand new!
You decide to knock on the door regardless. Might as well make sure, they did say they were just starting out (though you didn't know it was THIS bad).
Before you can get a second knock, the door flies upon.
"WELCOME TO THE Ha-..." *door slam*
Well, that was rude. You hadn't even said anything, and the door was slammed in your face.
Well, your chest, you were too tall to just be looking into the hotel. But still!
When the door opened again not long after, it was the same blonde haired girl looking out with a much less pleased look. During the second you had to move before the door opened, you were now leaned down to look into the hotel, on set of hands on your hips, the other in your knees to steady yourself.
Before you got the chance to get too much of a look, the door was yet again slammed in your face.
'These people do not seem as welcoming as they try to make themselves out to be.' You stood straight back up and watched the door for when the girl would, hopefully, open it again.
The next time the door was opened, the same girl was there, but this time accompanied by another. This one seemed much more hostile, wielding a spear that was almost immediately pointed at your throat.
"What are YOU doing here?!" The gray one was already off to a bad start in your book. So rude >:(
You, for some reason, do not feel fear for the sharp object uncomfortably close to a vital part of you. You only felt slight annoyance and much disappointment.
You held up the poster that they had supposedly put out everywhere (apparently too quickly if them jumping back was anything to go by). Pointing to certain parts of the flier, you nudged away the spear like it was nothing (it was pointed more into your fluff anyway).
"YOU are the ones that put this flier out, no?! It says "Help Wanted and Guests Welcomed," and at the moment I do not feel wanted NOR welcomed!"
With your short rant finished, you promptly did a sharp turnaround and walked forward before ploping down on the stairs that led up to the place. You sat there for a moment with a pout while a single tear rolled down before you heard what you assumed to be their attempt at a quiet chat.
"THIS is Valentino? I thought you said he was more... violent? Lewd?"
You turn quickly with a harsh, offended gasp.
"Violent? LEWD?! I have no clue who this "Valentino" man is, but I'll have you know I am no such thing!"
At this point, you were highly offended and genuinely concerned about how they expect to get any guests with how they treat someone they just met, confusing them with someone else before quickly judging/threatening them.
It was the blonde that stepped up first nervously.
"Ah, I'm so, so sorry for that. There seems to have been a misunderstanding." Ya think?! "What did you say your name was again?"
You give your name only because it is the polite thing to do and you refuse to be as rude as they were.
"And yours?" You were ready to turn and actually leave by this point, but might as well see who you need to avoid from now on.
She beams at this before quickly stating, "My name is Charlie," she pulled the other girl who dropped her spear in surprise. "And this is Vaggie!"
You nod along, acting as if you were still interested. You did need a place to stay after all, you had only just showed up, too. You had no real place to reside in.
'Do I really want to stay with these people? They were rather mean..'
The next few minutes were just apology after apology from "Charlie" for the mix-up.
"I swear that doesn't normally happen with our guests!"
You look around for a moment confused.
You just catch Charlie shrink back at the mention. Vaggie sent you daggers, which you cared nothing for sense she already sent you a spear.
"I'll tell you what, you let me stay here, and all is forgiven and forgotten. Well, most of it, at least." You mumble the last part to yourself. If you do end up staying here, you will not let the gray one live the spear incident down.
"Yes! Yes, of course! Please do stay! We'd love to have you here, you're our first guest." Charlie looked away at the last part.
You give a deep sigh and respond with a tired "alright."
You trail in behind them, heading over to the little counter with the room keys and watching Charlie grab one for a room on the third floor. Why the third floor? You had no clue.
You took the key with a smile and a small "Thank you" before walking off.
Your room was very simple. White walls to match the white, queen size bed. It didn't look bad, just SO plain that it hurt your eyes.
Thankfully, you noticed some parts of the room seemingly suddenly begin to transform into your preferred setting.
You walked over and practically ploped onto your bed, watching your sheets bleed into a mix of the white and (favorite color).
You rolled over and stared at the ceiling for a long while. This was going to be a strange experience. And you were ready with open arms.
You sat up with a thought. 'Perhaps I can open my old bakery down here. That would be nice.'
You began to plan, wondering where you could start investing in a large supply of poison for those who wanted to do anything to your future little shop like you had seen done to others on your walk to the hotel.
Your face split into a large grin at the thought.
