"We're here because bad things are happening." replied Jack, scrubbing his hands over his face and rolling his shoulders to loosen them up. It was odd how working with energy could affect the body. "Oh, I know bad things tend to happen all over the place, but here it's .. our variety .. of bad things."<br/><br/>He looked around the room, and gave a small bow, hand on heart. "My name is Jack O'Neill, son of Lugh. I bid you all welcome to what currently passes for my hall. I would offer you proper hospitality, but the only things I can trust are the pizza and whiskey there." he said, indicating the boxes and bottles scattered across the room. "If anyone is partial to them, then be welcome to your fill."<br/><br/>He looked over at Cuckoo. "You might want to hop up off the bed." he said, nodding towards it, before returning his attention to the room. "My Father came to visit me a short time ago, and told me that there was evil here." He gave a small shrug. "I'm here to find it, and put a stop to it."<br/><br/>He raised a hand and gestured around the room. "I don't know what is going on yet, but I'm starting to get some ideas." He gestured towards the liquor cabinet. "The hotels own stuff is enchanted. I suspect its a factor in the change in the population that's been going on here. People getting more hedonistic. Sympathetic magic, maybe some sort of hybrid enchantment. I'll want to go dig into some sources before I take any guesses as exactly what it is, and how it's doing what it's doing. So far I just see it in the hotel liquor, but I'd be wary of anything served in here." His hand gestured around the room again. "Bed, bath and balcony are also showing signs of enchantment. I can't tell just what. Could be spells linked to whatever is in the drink. Could be magical residue off previously infected people. Could be something else entirely." He glanced around. "If anyone wants to mention a deep and in depth occult knowledge, now'd be a good time."<br/><br/>"Oh, and then we have a whack job serial killer on the loose too. Hannibal Lector and then some. Whoever they are, they seem to have a thing for targeting musical artists." He gave a small smile. "So, I suspect that may mean I'm bait, and hopefully they bite off a lot more than they can chew if they decide to come pay me a visit."<br/><br/>He looked at Kurt. "That about tally with what you have?"