@matrite [for The Cat]
The Hotel Car was a hot bed of activity, bell hop uniforms sans bodies to fill them dashing this way and that to cart around luggage racks and the like for unseen guests. The girl and her companion practically danced their way through the throng to avoid getting run over, barely avoiding near misses by runaway racks to make it to the front desk.
“So who is this person we came nine whole cars to find again?” Baddel asked, slumping against the desk to catch her breath. She was pretty sure that last bell hop had stomped a pinky toe flat inside her shoe from how it was hurting. “And why couldn’t we have waited until after whatever this rush is?!”
Ace, seemingly unruffled by the scrum, climbed his way onto a stool next to the desk and lit up another one of his trademark cigarettes before reaching over and giving the desk bell a light tap. “I told ya, kid,” He explained as an empty suit stepped up to the front desk in answer to the bell. “if there’s anyone who can see about getting our hands on an uncorrupted tape of your memories, The Cat’s the one we need to see.” “Is that a codename or something? Are we in a spy thriller in addition to a freaky scifi novel?” Baddel was starting to get to the end of her patience with all the dead ends and square ones they’d been finding themselves in. Every bit of hope seemed to be designed perfectly to dash on the slightest scrutiny. “And for that matter, where are they anyway?”
“Just be patient, kid,” The Koala urged her as the manager suit gestured for them to follow to a penthouse elevator behind the desk. “It’ll all make sense in a moment.”
