The H'all New Happy Roid Hotel

[Gryffin]

*Gryffin hears the roar, and looks arounf to see Creatior walk in. Unfortunately for Creatior, so do the bloodhoundsquis.*

"Hey, Creatior! Watch out for the bloodhound....oh dear."

[David91]

"Nooo! Gedd'emoff gedd'emoff gedd'emoff!"

*Creatior raises h'all of the hairs on his back, h'arches his body and shows his h'extremely large yellow pointy teeth to the bloodhoundsquigs.*

"PHJ33R PACMAN!"

[AcidK]

*AcidK watches as the bloodhoundsquigs run off quickly, but then suddenly a pack of hurtdatpacman squigs rush towards Creatior, apartently from no-where. All the while, AcidK stood there, idly cleaning a dirty yet fragile crystal wine glass, one of the only things he doesn't trust the glasscleaner squig with.*

[David91]

*Creatior bats away the tiny pacman-sized squigs and walks up to the desk, not stepping on any too much.*

"A room free of these two types of squigs, please."

[Planetkiller II]

"Ah, Mr. David, you appear to have metamorphosed into a giant yellow ball with teeth. However, that won't stop us making you welcome. You usual room is available, feel free to take it back. There may be some large spiders spinning webs in there though. Very large."

[David91]

"Room 37 is it? Well, I shall show those spiders a lesson."

*Creatior tears a belt from his middle and retrieves a controller thingy from a pocket. He toggles a switch with his paw and then picks the controller up in his mouth, before running outside. Three to five seconds later a loud explosion is heard and Creatior emerges from the Respawninator Xk, now in human form. Pulling out a flamethrower with insect repellant loaded into it instead of napalm, he disappears off upstairs to clean out his room.*

ooc: For those of you without subtle perception skills similar to mine, I have a controller which determines after respawning whether I am Creatior the Half Werewolf, or Creatior the Man Nobody Cares About.

[David91]

*Seconds later, Creatior stumbles down the stairs with h'extremely large fang marks in his back.*

"Spiders aren't insects? Cor blimey!"

*Creatior falls to his knees and throws the empty flame/insectrepellant-thrower to the nearest spiderrepellantsquig.*

"Bleargh."

*Creatior h'unfortunately dies and falls asleep in the respawner.*

[AcidK]

I see you accidentally insulted the spiders... I guess the last thing you can call them would be insects...

*AcidK placed the glass back and looked at David with a smile.*

A drink? First drink is on the house, of course, paid by me personally. Any drink you require, as usual, and even a drink you might think completely impossible.

[Gryffin]

*Gryffin grins.*

"You mean like one he can order while asleep? Impressive. Unless you are using psycics, in which case it isn't."

[AcidK]

Well, I was hoping him to be semi-concious....

[Ynten Craal]

With a flash of fire bursting from the doorway, a mysterious figure seems to Explode and then Implode into place. Draped in the Cloak Of Flames, carrying her personalised K5 Katana and her long, dark red hair hanging loosely over and in front of her shoulders; Ynten Craal, the Mistress of the Flame, walked into the Happy Roid Hotel. This was her first official visit to the Hotel, but she has been known to appear at random in the Bar Brawl and, once, the Waypoint Inn. She made her way to the reception desk and, as the flame dispersed, leaned on the counter.

One of AcidK's rooms, make is snappy!

Ynten was overly serious and, when it got to a point, she got Overkill serious, or (in AK's book of too sane), she went absolutly mad, gone in the head, blasting a bit too much steam and (in AK's word), bloody mental. She picked up a small 'rulebook' sat near the reception, waiting for whomever was at the reception to quickly get her room.

Oh, and get AK to serve a red wine mixed with a double shot of Besilon Twist, the old way he made it, with a lemon and two cubes of ice, each exactly an inch in cubarity. Use the exact words, AcidK would recognise the order instantly.

[David91]

"Drink? How about an ice cold Diet Coke that hasn't got ice in it (because the ice waters it down). Oh yeah, and no tooth-rotting acid, but the same taste and everything."

*Creatior shows off his ability to speak with brackets.*

[Planetkiller II]

*PK appears from nowhere behind Ynten*

"Ah, Lady Craal. I'm glad to see you've chosen to stay here at last. I welcome you back to this sector of the galaxy. Feel free to choose whichever of AK's rooms you want, he has all the keys."

[Ynten Craal]

Thank you Planetkiller, it is good to be back.

Ynten bows to Planetkiller and wanders off to the bar area, her cloak making flame-like ripples in her wake. She finally pulled up a stoolsquig and leaned on the bar, tapping her fingers on the bar to grab AK's attention.

[AcidK]

*AcidK heard Ynten's order from a loong distance and, more suprising to himself, had not mixed it until Ynten was at the bar. AcidK quickly grabbed a bottle of wine and the Besilon Twist, pouring them equally into a glass, total of 6-shots of just drink, before placing in two 1-inch squared cubes of ice and placing a single slice of lemon into the glass, seperating the cubes of ice on each side of the lemon. AcidK then carefully placed the glass to Ynten's area of the bar and then smiled.*

One Besilon Wine Twist, on the rocks with lemon.

[David91]

*Creatior congratulates AcidK on his ability to hear orders from long distances, but not from short ones that were made moments earlier.*

[AcidK]

A psychic can notice Ynten a mile off, just as I can hear her a mile off... And I go deaf in my age...

*AcidK hands Creatior a Diet Coke, which looked like it can from a panda pop.*

[David91]

*Creatior sips at it, realises that looks can kill and pushes it back to AcidK.*

"Stop it looking and tasting like a Panda Pop!"

[Gryffin]

"I know Acidk's glare is powerful, but can it really change how something tastes?"

*Gryffin moves in from the door, and places a platter in front of Acidk.*

"Your h'order, sir."

[Planetkiller II]

"Ah, I am so glad things are beginning to pick up around here. It seems it comes at the expense of the Alpha SIte though. This makes me sad. However, Mr. Wraith STILL owes me payment. Has anyone managed to locate him yet?"

[Wraith[x]]

Wraith, still hidden behind the barstool, glances between the exit and the nearest blooodhound squig, trying to figure out if a crazy dash for freedom would be suicidal... Seeing as how the nearest bloodhoundsqig is slavering in his face from about three inches away, he decides against any form of dash, crazy or otherwise. Instead, he rises to his feet, brushing himself down.

"Ah, here it is. Dropped my wallet y'see, heh heh... Perhaps I was mistaken about that monkeysquig after all... Now, payment... Three years, less damages, less compensation for personal trauma as a result of AcidK's experiments... I make it about 7 Farthings. How does that seem to you?"

[Gryffin]

*Gryffin laughs.*

"Sounds like you should get a job here, then room and board are free. It also sounds like PK is going to have you creamed if you don't come up with a better offer."

[Wraith[x]]

"Hmmm, yes, job... How could I forget my employment as..." Wraith glances around desperately for inspiration, his eyes finally settling on the elaborate lighting fixtures... "Guardian of the Chandeliers, of course....... heh.... heh.."

[AcidK]

1 Romm is free... My other fifty or so rooms I still must pay for.

*AcidK looks at the drink and sighed. He took an experimental sip and realised it was EXACTLY how Creatior ordered. AcidK placed the drink down and glared heavily at Creatior. His voice was low, almost a whisper, with a hint of dark intent mixed with murderous tone.*

I do beleive this may look like a panda pop, but it certainly does not taste like a Panda Pop. I don't take rejected drinks lightly, sir, and if you do not drink it I may have to find some anonimous squig to ram down your throat, do I make that clear?

*AcidK turned to Gryffin and then took the plater with a large smile.*

Ah, excellent... Thank you, Mr. Gryffin. I hope this dish was not too hard to make... You know how hard Mystbreaker Squigs are to accept fate... they prefer to explode...

*AcidK picks up the platter, opens his gullet and in seconds the meal is gone, including the platter, the cutlery and even the napkin. AcidK pulls out a bottle of Myst Breaker from his coat and then drinks a heavy gulp before placing it away.*

Aaah, much better...

[Planetkiller II]

"You're lucky Mr. Wraith, that Mr. Gryffin has good ideas at fortuitous moments. You're also lucky that I do happen to have a job going. The reactors have been acting up a bit recently."

*The lights dim for a second, as if to emphasise his point.*

"I need a h'enjineer to go sort them out with this Sturdy Wrench. They've probably been leaking radiation into the reactor room for years now, so who knows what's mutated down there. It's just over there, past Superdude's all lab. No one's been down there for years, so the lights may not work. I'd advise taking a torch. Now, I'm sure this doesn't seem like an attractive proposition, so I'll give you another option."

*PK doesn't explain in words, but another lightning bolt strikes down, stopping a few centimetres from Wraith's head, enough to make his hair stand on end but not actually fry him.*

[Wraith[x]]

"Eep"

Wraith swiftly sidesteps, just in case PK has a momentary lapse in concentration.

"Uh, as Guardian of the Chandeliers, I feel it my responsibility to ensure the full functionabilityness of all lights and light fittings, and this dimming must be hattended to himmediately. By whacking the generator with the Sturdy Wrench."

[AcidK]

*AcidK listens to PK's job for Wraith, and smiles when he thought that may actually be a part of his old refuse area for multiple forms of h'experiments and h'extortion values...*

[Planetkiller II]

"H'excellent. Glad we see eye to eye on this."

*PK holds out the Sturdy Wrench.*

[Gryffin]

*Gryffin shruggs at Acidk's comments on the Mystbreakersquiqs.*

"All you have to do is convince them that the room they are about to enter won't spill out a gas to gently put them into a permemant sleep. It's the convicing that's the hard part...."

*Gryffin suddenly tunes in to PK's new job for Wraith, and smiles as he heads off towards the reactor rooms.*

"Do you have cameras down there, because I know where I can get some popcornsquiqs really quickly..."

[AcidK]

*AcidK quickly moves and hands Wraith a suit. It looked like a battered spacesuit. In fact it was a Hazzerd Suit, fully equipped with multiple raips and shreds, making it more useless to radiation than being rapped in tissue paper.*

Just so you at least look like you are trying...

*AcidK then turned to Gryffin.*

I'll have the lagest bucket of popcorn you can manage... I'm sure I can blink a few cameras down there. I'll set it up so the Bigscreen Squig can play us live feed, with added music n all

[Maniacal_Intent]

High above the HrH a port--...well actually its sort of more to the side. Wait, its kinda above and slightly to the back...or maybe that's underneath it....Damn deep space and its 3-dimensional ambiguity.

Anyway.

Near the planetoid on which rests the HrH a portion of space discolourates and distorts as a riftgate coleasces. As the gateway stabilizes a starfield, much like the one in front, becomes more distinct behind it. Keeping an eye on the waveform thingys on his monitors Intent pilots his ship through the gateway and an unblievably strange distance away from where he was.

This, of course, causes several important pieces of the ships systems to fall apart, dissolve and/or explode.

"Goddamit, lousy piece of junk!" Intent punches the control panel to empahsise the point causing the panel's ciruits to short out and ignite the emergency solid fuel rockets. Now in tenuous control of a rapidly accelerating metal arrow Intent tries to steer his ship depite the big red words "SYSTEMS FAILURE" obscuring most of the viewscreen.

[HrH parking lot]

The parking lot is currently one of those peaceful idyllic scenes that painters paint and greeting card companies stick on the front of "I'm sorry your friend/family member was mutilated by a thresher" cards. Several innocentandcarefree squigs roam around the stationary vehicles.
The first sign of impending accidental landscaping is in the form of a high pitched whistle.
The second is the speeding ball of fiery doom heading towards the parking lot.
The third, and final, is the large explosion of dust and debris that naturally occurs when a spaceship plows into solid concrete.

Conveniently alive, Intent climbs out of the gaping hole in the front viewscreen and totters unsteadily towards the cavernous lobby area of the Happy Roid Hotel. Reaching the reception desk he grabs hold of the counter top to keep from falling over and with the unsteady hand movements of someone in shock he rings the bell and falls down as his legs give way.

[Planetkiller II]

"Mr. AcidK, I'll go one better and put it up on the Supa-dupa-all-singing-all-danceing-tri-d-mega-special TV Set, thus enhancing our viewing pleasure."

*Just then, the bell rings, and PK appears behind the reception desk, making anyone who actually might be watching think he had been there all along.*

"Why, it's Mr. Intent. It's been a long time since... hang on... you appear to be dead... can you hear me? Grunt once for no, not at all if you do... actually... MED SQUIGS!"

*Two cheery looking medical squigs run in from nowhere, carrying a stretcher, which they prompty grab MI, throw him on to it and whisk him to the bar for a swift drink.*

[Maniacal_Intent]

Intent is vaguely aware of moving as the med squigs start carrying him towards the bar. Unfortunately for him they get distracted by the ads for Wraith's trip into the basement on a nearby tv and deposit thier dazed and contused patient in the nearby kitchen before going to watch the rest of the trailer and arguing about who's going to staff the hospital room while the show's on.

"Hello? Can anyone tell me what's going on?"

[Wraith[x]]

"Good Evening Mr Intent. I believe you'd just volunteered to take a trip to the bassement to hinvestigate the generators..."

[AcidK]

Nice try Wraith...

*AcidK pats Warith on the back with wahat would seem a little force, nudging him towards the door towards the generators. AcidK them blinked to Manical Intent and smiled.*

Ah, long time no see... What drink would you require? A Myst Breaker to... ahem... ease the groginess?

[Wo2]

*Wo2 enters through the front door, dripping wet and slightly muddy.*

"Never fails, only when I enter does a sudden down pour sprout out side...", he looks outside to see the sunshining brightly, "Now that is odd. Anyway. Now that I'm here..."

*Wo2 slips out of his wet and muddy outside gear and puts it in the cloak room, he then removes a small duffle bag with some dry shoes in it. After putting them on he heads for the Bar, and sits down at the counter.*

"Acidk been a little while, I'll take a... a... um... gee I'm not sure, I'll take a Suprise"

[AcidK]

*AcidK mixes a suprise, by placing his hands under the desk and, suddenly, blinking a berserkmystbreaker squig right in front of Wo2. When Wo2 does finally respawn, a real Suprise drink is sitting there waiting for him.*

Suprised?

[Wo2]

"Yes that was a rather suprising turn of event. You haven't lost your touch!"

*Wo2 grabs his real drink and slow begins to sip it*

[AcidK]

If I do, Mr. Wo2, you'd better stuff my body with multiple shotgun shells

[Maniacal_Intent]

Still only able to see various blurs Intent looks vaugely in the direction of AcidK's voice.

"Myst Breaker? Didnt that dissolve my stomach lining last time? But I could use a glass of Eldebaran healing spirits or failing that A GODDAM DOCTOR!"

At this point one of the imacannibalbutimokay squigs turns on the hotplate Intent's stretcher is on.

[AcidK]

*AcidK looks at Manical Intent and smiles.*

No, Mr. Intent... It's makes you explode... violently

[Maniacal_Intent]

"I think I'll pass on it all the same... Say, is someone cooking some beef or something?"

Intent's imminent gastronomic demise is halted for a few precious minutes as the imacannibalbutimokay squig gets into an argument with the youdontcookpeoplelikethat squig over which 11 secret herbs and spices should be used in the upcoming dish.

[Wo2]

"Well Mr. Acidk I could try and kill you with a shotgun, but would that really do anything? I think I would be better off unpluging the respawner and giving you a mystbreaker."

*Wo2 looks over at the commotion around Maniacal Intent, he sees the arguing squigs and then he begins to dig around in his coat pocket. He ruffles there for a bit and then pulls out a long green leaf, with it in hand he walks over to the squigs and tells them of the wonders of the herb hes holding. The imacannibalbutimokay squig seems to agree, but the youdontcookpeoplelikethat squig seems to disagree, so Wo2 joins in the argument.*

"And I say if you really want to get real flavour out of him, You'll use this instaed of Paprika"

[Planetkiller II]

"Would SOMEONE take care of the smoke coming from the kitchen? Mr. Gryffin, I believe this is your area of expertise."

[AcidK]

*AcidK looked at Wo2 and smiled.*

Force feed me Myst Breaker? How will that help kill me?

*AcidK drinks another squig of Myst Breaker from the bottle in his coat and simply smiles.*

[Gryffin]

*The imacannibalbutimokay squig suddenly flies through the air, and dissappears out of the hotel via a 14th storey window. The youdontcookpeoplelikethat squig quickly follows, and Gryffin puts down the frying pan, which had become a weapon of choice lately. He walks over to the window, and leans out.*

"If I have to tell you two to stay out of my kitchen one more time, I'll make you into a pie and feed you to Acidk!!!"

*Snorting with barely concealed irritation, Gryffin uncerimoniously dumps MI off the hotplate, and begins making the largest pot of popcorn ever made. He then calls in one of his personal medisquiqs (a kitchen is a dangerous place kids ) and gets it to carry MI out, and get him some help.*

[AcidK]

-ooc-
A kitchen may be a dangerous place, but a HRH kitchen must be five times as worse.
-ooc-

*AcidK hears Gryffen say this, although out of ear range, and smiles, rubbing his hands and awaits thier dumb attempt to enter the kitchen again.*

[Maniacal_Intent]

Gryffin's Med suig dumps Intent in the large vat of So-Toxic-It-Actually-Starts-Helping goo and walks out whistling cheerily to itself.

*tick* *tick* *tick* *tick*....

The eggtimer goes off and a panel on the vat's side opens allowing Intent out as well as one quarter of the goo. Feeling much further away from death than he was previously he walks out into the lobby area once more. Snagging a pamphlet from a nearby pamphlet holding thingy. He peruses it's contents for a bit.

"Now there's an idea. Whos do I need to see for a room around here?"

[Planetkiller II]

"That would be me. Your old room should be fine, as long as there aren't any outstanding bills... Or unless Mr. AcidK has done a little remodelling via his experiments."

[AcidK]

I swear they have minds of their own...

*AcidK slides a 'plan of next h'experiment action' away under the bar, near the security-like Beserkmystbreaker squig cage and also near a large quantity of failedbutstillmobileexperimented squigs.*