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[oom: Iris takes it upon herself to begin a record of her stay through "letters" to her father.]

After trying to sleep on a table, in a booth, on the floor and on a chair next to the fireplace, Iris comes to one conclusion.

"This hoovers."

She slinks back to a table If a speedster could slink. and promptly buries her head in her hands. What follows is silent begging for something to render her unconscious so she doesn't have to worry about finding a room and paying for it. If there are rooms. If she has money.

She bangs her head on the table and then rubs her temples.

Yeah. This hoovers. Majorly.

[ooc: It will suck less if she had something to talk to though. *whistles innocently and trudges off to work not that this will prevent commenting*]

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He nods and gets a key from bar.

"Here you are. It's on one of the upper floors. Should have lots of windows."

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Impulsively and very quickly, Iris gives him a hug. "Thank you."

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Richard gives a quick hug back.

"No trouble."

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"And now I think I'm going to go pass out."

Waves. Then she's a yellow and red blur.

"Seeyoulaterthough."