[@AeonSpiral]

"Yer planeswalkin'. Lovely day for it, too." The man says, moving on to the fingers of a toppled glass maid when he felt that the vines were pruned enough. He seems rather keen on facing away from her, still.

"You get to head to all kindsa nice places." *Crunch!* "[i]Exactly[/i] wherever yer heart takes ya!" *Cring-gling!*

"Hotel's just a vehicle, though innit?" *Crakt!* "Don't think any of the employees know that, though. Seems only the guest rooms work." *Crunkle!* "The rooms know who y'are though. Known since before ye got 'ere. So do the worlds under 'em... So do I." 

Keeping his hooded head low, he turns around, fixing his clippers on the under-chin bump of a glass trachea...

[i]I feel pretty![/i]

[@Eviledd1984]

The Clerk again shrugged, "I wasn't there for most of his time here. He was just... Wierd. Gawky, had this way of looking right through you sometimes. He seemed really intent on convincing us not to build the hotel, but he never told us why."