>>6341104“W-well,” The receptionist sputters, regret for coming in today burned into her expression like a brand on a steer’s hide, “How, um… can I assist you?”
“This is going to sound odd,” Morook begins as you lie flat across the counter with your legs fully extended behind you to mitigate any more ‘launchings’, “But have you or anyone else seen anyone that looks like him in the lobby recently?”
“I… feel like I’d remember if I noticed someone like him...” She mutters, trying not to stare as your head nearly reaches the other side of the counter. “Sorry…”
What about outside? Did she or anyone notice anything peculiar happening out there?
“Well…” The Durher continues as you start to slip off the counter, “We <span class="mu-i">DID</span> hear a few of those newfangled ‘Cruisers’ popping and rumbling out front–noisier than a family reunion, they are…”
Crud, you hiss through clenched teeth, you assumed as much!
“Any idea who they belonged to?” Adds Morook as Rezzie laughs at you clawing at the reception desk like a cat! The Receptionist answers by clearing her throat as her eyes wander elsewhere.
“I, erm… we’re not at liberty to disclose that kind of information…”
What about where they might’ve been headed? Did they get that?
“... We’re not at liberty to disclose-”
Just your luck. Was the shapechanger working with the Spicys? Did they leave with them too? You can’t tell if the Receptionist’s hesitance is out of self-preservation or genuine ignorance… and as your legs continue to wiggle, you contemplate your next moves: are there even any more clues down here? You just hope the interrogation upstairs is going smoothly…
What do?
>Try to pry more info from the Receptionist!>Check out the front of the resort!>Head back to the suite. See how the interrogations are going.>Screw this–track down Vhale already! You just know he has something to do with this crap!>Write-In! 