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[lieabilities]

Have you heard the story about the ghost that steals doors?

[wheft]

The what

[lieabilities]

They say she moves doors around in the middle of the night.

[wheft]

And why?

[lieabilities]

She's searching for the door that will lead her to her lost child.

[wheft]

[ what is this guy up to this time... ]

Did she ever find her child...?

[lieabilities]

No, they say she's still searching to this day.

You know she has been by, when a door you're expecting to be there is gone. Have you seen any missing doors?

[wheft]

Not that I know of... What are you getting at, exactly?

[lieabilities]

I've lost my door.

[wheft]

You're kidding.

[lieabilities]

Not at all.

[wheft]

How did you even lose a door? And why are you telling me about it?

[lieabilities]

A ghost stole it.

I'm telling you so you can assist me in finding it.

[wheft]

There's no way this ghost even exists... Spooky season is over, you know.

[ sighs. ]

Fine. Sure beats having nothing to do. Where are you right now?

[lieabilities]

By the elevators on the eight floor.

[wheft]

[ eighth floor... that should be right above hers, then. so it doesn't her too long to get up there, donning a fuzzy christmas sweater and everything. ]

How did you even lose a door? Did you get lost or something?

[ not even a hello...... ]

[lieabilities]

I assure you, I went to where I had expected it.

[ He makes a motion down the hallway, to where his room had been and where there is a conspicuous lack of door in the wall. ]

[wheft]

[ she follows behind him and just... stares at the empty wall where the door to his suite should be. um. ]

Huh. Did you inquire the staff about this? Those pesky ghosts might be playing a trick on you.

[ how the turntables for him. ]

[lieabilities]

Oh not yet, I thought you'd be a far more fun experience in locating the door than asking the staff.

[ Truth in that she'd be more fun, lies in that he absolutely knew where his door was right now. ]

We can have Splat guide us there.

[wheft]

I don't even know where to start. If you were my client, I would've turned your request down right away.

[ she does perk up at the mention of splat, though. ]

Splat? Where?

[lieabilities]

How wonderful that I'm not your client then.

[ He just smiles in return, which is when Ishmael might notice the dark shadow up on the ceiling. ]

[ If she doesn't she will notice the tentacle monster attempting to launch itself at her. ]

[wheft]

[ ishmael, of course, gets splatted by splat in the face. ]

Gah--! Wait! I can't... breathe--!

[ grabs ahold of the tentacled thing and pulls HARD until it's off her head, her face covered in circular welts. rip. ]

Splat? Ugh, you're just like your no-good owner!

[lieabilities]

[ The creature in her arms wiggles about like an energetic dog, Kleken standing himself to the side and well away from the swinging range of both woman and tentacle creature. ]

Do you think so? I've always thought the resemblance between us was rather hard to find.

[wheft]

[ hold on. give her a minute to stare hard at splat, then at kleken, then at splat, then at kleken again. hmm. ]

Well, it sure took after your awful habits. You're a bad influence to this poor thing, honestly.

[ plops splat onto the ground with a resounding splat ]

Now, where do we go from here?

[lieabilities]

How unfortunate that no one but I am willing to mentor him.

[ More like Kleken just lets Splat do whatever he wants except pick fights with him and this is what happens when you let a tentacle monster run free in a sex-focused hotel. ]

[ Said feral creature splats messily onto the ground, laying there for a moment before picking himself up and taking out a pair of familiar glasses and hat from within the tangle of tentacles, donning them. ]

Yes, yes. Do find our way to our room now.

[ Being led by a roughly dog-shaped mass of tentacles down the hallways is probably not the weirdest thing Ishmael has experienced but it might be up there. ]