Oct 4, 2017
World Two;; Pueblo Bonito Kiwi Yep you guessed it. It is from New Zealand.
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World Two;; Pueblo Bonito Kiwi Yep you guessed it. It is from New Zealand.
Room Two;; Pueblo Bonito Cha & Cha Born as twins at birth. Hmm. That seems redundant.
Oscar Buimeyer’s mystery illness has gone on too, too long. The floral smell, the visions of strange women, the unceasing sneezing, there must be some rational explanation for it. Wrapped in the comforter up to his once-narrow nose, now swollen lightbulb size, he proceeds in penguin shuffle to the front office. It must be the room, he says. Since he moved into Seven he’s only gotten worse. He demands to change room. And, in fairness, the old grouch at the desk is more than helpful. He installs Oscar in Two personally, and has the handyman bring down his luggage and ever-expanding pharmacopeia. Yes, Oscar thinks to himself, the air is much clearer here. He balls up in bed for a good night’s sleep on brand new sheets, leaving the windows open for the air to circulate. The lingering paranoia, that the flowers will creep in at the window and suck the juice from his brain, he knows must only be a side-effect.
Long and peaceful minutes after the staff all have left him alone, the closet giggles. Oscar starts, bolt upright, tangled in the sheets, looking on in horror as the closet begins to hum the theme from The Odd Couple…
The closet of Room Two is still making noises. Kevin had to clear out for a couple of hours when they sent the handyman to fix him, but he needs to leave occasionally anyway. He goes out to use the bathroom or, on very brave days, when he can close his eyes and ignore all that wide open space, he goes across to the diner for food. But he’s back now. Everything is as it should be again. Kevin is back where he belongs, curled up in a little ball at the bottom of a closet in a room he only had to pay for once. Kevin is living the agoraphobic dream. Shhh – Kevin is trying to sleep now…
Room Two says there’s something in her closet. That was all Harb knew when he gave the order, so that’s all Beau Beaumont knows when he knocks on the door.
Not knowing what’s ahead, he has come prepared. He has the industrial strength bug spray, the water jet, the welding mask in case of hornets, heavy rubber gloves in case of racoons or other small animals, he’s got a broom, and a knife, and an extra broom handle with an extra knife duct-taped to the end in case he needs something with a little reach, he’s got pepper spray and Harb’s revolver and ear defenders in case of sirens (either sort), he’s got garlic and a crucifix and the first thing he’s going to do when he gets into the room is ask for the bible from the bedside drawer. He’s got the pool net, and a larger net made of heavy rope, he’s got a heavy duty animal carrier meant for rabid dogs or caught coyotes, got a leg trap and a noose trap and a mantrap and several rattraps all hanging down from the back of his belt.
It’s no laughing matter, something in Room Two’s closet. Fail to prepare, prepare to fail.
ROOM TWO
Carter hadn't had any reason to complain the last few events the Haus put on, so he didn't see himself finding anything wrong with this one either. It was his job to please, he was good at it, so it all seemed to work towards his advantage. The room he was supposed to go in, something happened, a mix up so to speak, so he was shifted - not that he minded, it's not like he had known who was in either room so could complain or get upset. He would make the most of no matter where he was put. Of course his idea of a good time involved the bar that was in there, taking the second he could get up and move around to head to the bar, pouring himself a drink offering another to the person standing beside him. "Thankfully this isn't one of those jobs where they holler at you for working while you're on the clock," if that were the case he would have to be ultimately sober, his job pretty much revolving around the clock with no set hours.
So I feel like i am the only person in the hobby who is FURIOUS that RoomTwo suddenly closed down her shop. I placed an order 2 months ago and have not received my items, my money or even heard anything from the seller. Now I find out that she quit the hobby!? I want my money back! I've never had such an issue with anybody like this before. How could you be such a trusted and highly recommended seller and hobbyist and just disappear with peoples money?
~Anonymous
Our mouths tasted like summer and moved like rain. Your breath mingled with mine, mingled with yours, mingled with every whispered promise that was wrapped in the murmuring of your name. You smiled into my neck as a laugh fell by my lips and for a moment, all pretense was dropped and all hesitation thrown to the floor. For once, I knew exactly what you wanted. And it was me.
Me.
As I made to leave, the clock ticking away later and later into the night, you kept calling me back, pulling me closer and closer and the door closed behind us, me still in your arms.