The Hotel Wundagore

[spidey2099.livejournal.com]

It's a hell of a place.

They have seven suites on the top floor. The ritziest kind of opulent glamour of the era. Everything's comfortable, everything's stylized, and everyone gets their own hot showers.

Thanks to one guy getting sick of a neverending journey through crap.

"Here we are, kids. Try not to damage the upholstery. And if anyone's around, my name is Tyler Stone."

His throat constricts and tastes of vomit just for saying that.

"You're welcome."

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[house-of-mystiq.livejournal.com]

She returns his wink. "There isn't enough love or money in the universe for me to be 50 again. You should've seen my mid-life crisis."

[spidey2099.livejournal.com]

"I'll try to work you up a comm unit, Patriot... er, Barnes. Bucky. As soon as I figure out how to give one to the girl whose head lights on fire, and thus would not treat an earpiece well."

A glance toward Roxanne's room. "Not to mention an instruction manual full of monosyllabic words."

[uneasy-rider.livejournal.com]

"Ah heard that, jackass!" A beat and yawn. "But I won't come out there since it's ah nice room and all."

[wwii-hero.livejournal.com]

"I was lucky. I got to sleep through my 50's and most of my 60's."