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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[marvel-citizens.livejournal.com]

The suites are quite luxurious. Central air and heating, a full bathroom, a wet bar, dataport ... everything a high-powered executive would want. The television is huge, and a tastefully designed brochure explains that guests of the Hotel Wundagore may enjoy dozens of channels in full color and stereo sound.

[house-of-mystiq.livejournal.com]

The spacious suite is nice. The last time she stayed somewhere like this, she assassinated a Vice President of Accounting. She pulls a bottle of Johnny Walker Black out of the minibar.

Raven unfolds the jacket on the bed. She stares down at it's contents. Best to start with something small - and something that won't cause tissue damage if this doesn't work.

She picks up a stack of bills and presses it against her thigh. The skin ripples unpleasantly, but doesn't open. Okay. She knows she can do this. She takes a deep breath and tries again.

...Great. She's reinvented cellulite.

This is going to take a lot of practice. Her gaze slips to the mini-bar. She's going to need reinforcements for this experiment.