The Hotel Wundagore

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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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Sarah is asleep long before the medical supplies arrive. She wakes relatively quickly - the joys of coming from a world of constant guerilla warfare, and takes to the bracing and the rest without complaint. By the end, her ribs are bound, and between a shoulder sling, arm bracing, and the wrapping over the burns her arms are nigh immobile. Inconvenient, but now she can start healing, and no one seems to mind giving her some quiet time.

For the moment, she avoids asking any questions or asking for the newspaper - she doesn't want to know. Knowing would lead to wanting to do something about... whatever they're here for. Between Mystique, Bucky and Spider, she's pretty sure they can handle it anyhow.