So tossing you to the cops isn't an option. Well, that's just perfect.
-He looks over to Archer and Orion as they walk on in. He looks at them both, about to speak, before noticing how they're holding each other and how disheveled they're starting to look-
Uh... do you guys want info, or should Gramps and I give you some space?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Just for reference, this is the actual map of Trottelville
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Dining Area
(Claudia is about to go shooing Demotte away from the buffet, but sees Zack and stops, sighing very deeply and looking like she kinda wants to die about now.)
...Right, yes. What is it you'll be drinking.
(Generally seems to be American home cookin' sorta fare, Demotte. BBQ ribs, mashed potatoes, corn, fried okra, all that good stuff.)
(Gabriella leans in to interrupted Zack and Shuin's discussion.)
While your eagerness is duly noted and appreciated, you are all in dire need of context. If you would be so kind as to listen a moment, Mister Abandonato wishes to address you.
(The desk clerk stands behind Gabriella, that same grave, distantly sad look on his face.)
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Peter's Room
W-well fuck you for suggesting that, I have been nothing short of helpfu—...!
(ARCHER AND ORION)
...Ghhh, dear Jesus, please don't do that in front of me, I'm still nauseous enough as it is...
(All covered in vomit and grossness, Orion, EWWWW)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

(nods)
(still holding her hand, Archer leads Orion upstairs)
(inwardly hoping that Peter and Breen are in their room so their mere presence can do the cockblocking that he wants to perform on himself r/n)