Vail Ski Resort | Sunday Morning, 10/17

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The Fandomites' last morning in Vail dawned cool and clear, the resort warm enough to get by with a light jacket, the slopes above frosty and crisp.

The portal back to Fandom would arrive after lunch, so now was time for packing, last-minute souvenir-shopping, or one final lift up the mountain to the wonderful land of snow-sports.

Or alternatively, freaking the heck out in your hotel room because Fandom knows no boundaries of distance or decency when it comes to attacking its current and former residents in their sleep to leave ladybits where manbits used to be, and manbits where... you get the picture.

So might the maid, if you forgot to leave the Do Not Disturb sign out.


[ OCD is up! | Hotel Rooms | Centre V | Tavern on the Square | RockResorts Spa | Other Activities at the Arrabelle | Skiing and Snowboarding | Snow Tubing | Snow-Shoeing | Shopping | Outside Dining | OOC]

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Re: Room 115

[nohaircutsplz]

Dilemma: she needed Blackagar to stop playing with her hair. But she really, really wanted Blackagar to not stop playing with her hair, as he could probably tell from the way it was twining around his fingers. "No, that's--perhaps I should get dressed."

Re: Room 115

[hotmugofstfu.livejournal.com]

Oh! Right, right. Untangling his hand from her hair with great care, he took a step back.

He needed to put on a shirt as well. And maybe a skirt. And... maybe a scarf. She had so many things to pick from!

Re: Room 115

[nohaircutsplz]

"You're welcome to any of it," Medusalith said, clutching a pile of neutrals--er, she meant, his clothes, of course. "It's not like I'll be wearing it. That blue would look--" she cut herself off before she said something inexcusably clotheshorsey.

Re: Room 115

[hotmugofstfu.livejournal.com]

Blue?

He looked down at the black bit of clothing in his hand for a moment before setting it back down to hunt for blue. She was better at this than him, after all.

Re: Room 115

[nohaircutsplz]

Look, just because 'black' was in his name didn't mean--right. Not lecturing, he wasn't actually a woman and wouldn't care. "Just--pick whatever you want," she said, and fled to the bathroom.

Where there was a shriek when she divested herself of her nightclothes and looked down, followed by, "Fine! I'm fine!"