[Madam Hotel]

"Hm, oh how the years fly by my darlings. I almost miss the feeling of my first guests, entering me and.. well *chuckles* never leaving. I remember every single one of you, every room, every single memory we shared together!"

*Groans of the old guests are heard in the distance*

"Aw~! Look at you now, bubbling and withering away, like simple corpses yet I know you're so much more then that. Isn't that right? You are your own person! Your own personality your own... being.

I wonder.. if I bring you back? No? Wouldn't that be fun babies!? *she laughs evilly.*

I feel as my little guests swirl around inside me, like butterflies in my stomach. I could almost blush at the thought of them dying over and over, an infinite torment much different from the one they are experiencing now. I do run this hotel! *said in a gruff, angry voice, mimicking the owner*"

*rapid shuffling of papers fills the void.*

[Ted Barrow]

*he has a slightly more monotone voice now*

"Hello. I am the Gardener of this hotel, I tend to the plants, the creatures as well. My Hotel has given me the blessing of a second choice *his voice cracks in fear* a second choice, to prove myself worthy! I am worthy of her love, she has only been kind to me... I.. I WILL!

*Sounds of him almost choking, but then it goes back to monotone.*

Here at the Hotel, the plants bring atmosphere, a touch of her spark. Without atmosphere the Hotel truly wouldn't be as perfect as it is now.

I grab a tin of water, pouring it into the foliage, the dirt grows to mud. The dirt is stained red, perhaps a body is fertilizing my crops, but I wouldn't dare question her choices, all I know is it's healthy for my babies, a good cleanup job as-well. The roots of my hands grasp around the can I am holding, sun beating down onto my neck; I thank her for the sun, without it, my plants would surely die off. As I pour out the water, I see the last drop hit the green leaves, I suppose I could refill it. I walk over to a hose, turning it up and filling my watering can once more. I don’t know why I have done this though, I shouldn’t risk overwatering my plants. So I put down the can and pick up a small shovel, it fits perfectly in my palm, my /wooden/ palm. I get down onto my knees by the dirt, and like any person with a shovel would, I start digging in the ground. The farther I dig the harder it becomes, the more the muck covers my body, the more the gore spills out. I should have put on gloves because my hands have grown sweaty and warm from the sun and the fleshy dirt. I pull out a long worm from the ground, it doesn’t look natural, but nothing here is. I flick it away with my finger *squish.*

Pathetic.

I find my destination in the ground, a nice red pooling area, I reach deep into my pocket and pull out snapdragon seeds. I suspect Madam will like them, not only for their appearance but for their name, it’s comical. She always makes me laugh. *monotone laugh.* I place three seeds into the ever so slowly growing puddle of crimson mud. Then with the shovel I had used to destroy the earth, I ever so carefully cover the seeds in fresh dirt from a bag. I pat the ground, like how a father would pat his child’s back, and then pick up that watering can.

Hm…

I sprinkle some water on top.

*the sound of water starts flooding over his voice.*

This seems.. familiar…

Spotted a Lobby Boy in the wild at a Bunnings! He’s got a plant in his head but he’s putting on a brave face about it!

Ted Barrow - Room 215

Ted Barrow found himself in our Hotel, checking in late at night, as most of our guests do. He came in out of the rain with a parcel under his arm. A potted plant, wrapped in a sheet. Him, slick and wet appearing like a wet cat drenching the floor of my lobby; His plant looking like a twisted ghost, slowly smothering under his arm. He had no luggage save a short  bag with his overnights in them.