<div style="text-align: center">((Sorry for the delay in replying!))​</div><a class="username" data-user-id="1140" data-username="@Lady Riften" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1140/">@Lady Riften</a><br/><br/>When a week's reservation was confirmed, the creature behind the counter finished getting everything registered and picked up a key card to hand to the creature of the night. A soft, eerie chuckle was given in response at the way that Damien commented about not being at fault if any of the guests found the bloodsucker's room on their own. "That is a very valid point. That is why I have requested that you just attempt to avoid upping your body count. While humans might be dense and easy to fool, it's a bit harder to placate creatures much like yourself," Maya pointed out, then offered a friendly wave of the bony fingers as he watched the other male take off for who-knows-what-troubles. "If there is blood to clean up come morning, we might have to revoke your stay," he muttered under his breath, only to glance up when more people entered. Ah, it was always busy right around Halloween. Probably because that was when humans seemed to be more aware of the supernatural world around them, even if they thought it was all just fun and games.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><a class="username" data-user-id="2817" data-username="@Dhrixarc" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2817/">@Dhrixarc</a><a class="username" data-user-id="3964" data-username="@Digital Dream-walker" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/3964/">@Digital Dream-walker</a><br/>"Welcome," the canine greeted the two clients that came on in. His tail swished a bit as he glanced over to make sure the gargoyle was doing its job well, then he snapped his attention down to the small and cute green gremlin that scampered on up on the desk. A gruff grumbling of "red" could be made out, which had perky ears flick. "Yes, Blood is Red," he responded to the single word greeting as a dripping wet female came on over and practically demanded his full attention.<br/><br/>"I'll be right-" he started to try and get order to this forming line, but was interrupted as the witch started to rattle off the things that she needed. The odd receptionist didn't seem to be listening to her ramblings as he called out "Cleaning! Got a spill in the lobby!" Then he turned back to the screen and started to type away at the keyboard while a couple of pale forms made their way out with mops, wet floor signs, and "No licking the fluids" signs. They did get some odd guests, and when they decide that 'water' on the floor was fair game... They got sick and made more of a mess of things.<br/><br/>Once the practically waterlogged guest finished her long list of requests - demands, more like-, the canine lifted a card up and held it out to her. "I signed you in under 'Water Witch. Once you've gotten a nice hot shower in, a warm soak to chase the cold away, and made sure that everything is in order, please feel free to come back down and mingle for a bit. Oh, and don't feed the familiar. They are there to assist you and do not need any physical food unless they leave our property," he explained, quick to dismiss her so that he could go back to the green form that was standing on the desk.<br/><br/>"Now, I think you are looking for a room for the night? Or for the week? Or are you just here to look for your friends? I think they are currently in the breaker room, tinkering with the backup backup generator. Or maybe they are somewhere else," he offered, trying to be helpful with the minimal information he had been provided.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><a class="username" data-user-id="2079" data-username="@Sanity43217" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2079/">@Sanity43217</a><br/>The gargoyle flinched away from the motion as the coat was opened up, half expecting to get hit with some unknown weapon or spell. When nothing happened, only the impressive pistol getting flashed in the process of keys getting fetched, and a strange green sheet of paper getting shoved into his clawed hand, the stony creature stared down for a moment.<br/><br/>"I'll take care of that," one of the ghostly janitors hummed in a slightly moany tone as she lifted the keys from the less intelligent creature's talon. "It's always a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Drach," she greeted him before floating on out to go take care of bringing in the directed supplies that were the normal stash that this immortal tended to bring along with him. Always with the same rules about never opening the boot, even though it only left the staff curious. They knew better than to disobey, though, as the last person who seriously considered it was not seen from again. Nobody was sure if that was because of management handling the employee, or because something more sinister (or maybe actually pure?) was involved.<br/><br/>"We'll get ye ch'cked in, th'n," the gravelly voice grumbled as the protective stone still looked down at the bill that had been handed over. It seemed to be interesting, and a lot of clients tended to use these sheets of paper for things, but the poor thing still wasn't entirely sure what it was good for. Well, it could give it to Maya once the current queue was handled, hopefully.