[h3][u][color=6ecff6]🦀Layke🦀[/color][/u][/h3]

Soft bedsheets and air conditioning, is a combo Layke never expected to wake up to. She'd been given the world's shittiest job, and even she could see it past all the fancy titles they'd given her. She wasn't the smartest fish in the pond, but she definitely could tell when people thought she was one of them. Unfortunate as it ended up being, working alone and away from society had the benefits of not actually having to do the job she was assigned. After all, it wasn't even real in the first place.

Comfy bed could only last so long, because waking up in a strange new place was exactly how her last assignment ended up being given to her, and finding out if this was another "spontaneous" shift in duties was on the more important side of matters to uncover. She'd recognize a bog standard hotel room easily, and the place didn't seem like it was meant to be her new permanent residence. "Why" and "where" were the next questions to enter her mind, as no matter how hard she tried, remembering where she was last was difficult to say the least. Everything about her was the same, so unless she was in the best dream of her life, she could come to no other conclusion.

[color=6ecff6]"Holy shit I've been kidnapped, and now I'm probably gonna get sold to some crazy person and they've probably locked me inside this room and this entire hotel is some illegal trafficking site for hundreds of people and they're just gonna take all my organs and sell them off and then I'm gonna be dead and gone forever and then oh god where am I wanna go home have to escape--"[/color]

Layke rolls off the bed towards the window, parting the window curtains aside to reveal a comforting sight, a wide view of the ocean past a long stretch of sandy beach. Water meant swimming, which meant freedom and not being "captured" anymore. But now the hardest decision had to be made, should she run now and hope no one notices the sprint towards the beach? Or should she gamble on sneaking out quietly and also hope no one would notice her, slowly creeping along the sand. 

During the rough mental process of calculating these incredibly dangerous odds, her mind blanks as she looks at the rest of her room to notice her prized possession, her hat! [b]Nice.[/b]

This newly acquired item did nothing to reassure her of where she was, but with this, she could now conceal her face as she went out, so stealth was now a more viable plan. It's not like much can hurt her anyways, right? And maybe, there [i]was[/i] a chance she didn't actually get kidnapped, but acting under the impression that it could be was much more thrilling. Immediately testing the door and finding out it wasn't locked either took a lot more of the excitement out of her head. Yeah, it probably didn't make sense for her captors to bring along her hat...

The hallway had no other exciting reveals either, just a brightly lit passageway with room numbers dotting the walls, with some plaques indicating the direction of the lobby. Second theory came to her mind: drowning and washing ashore in a strange new land. Much more likely. At least to her. Maybe call to the lobby would be a safe option to start off with before leaving. She could only hope the list of numbers had someone with answers.

[b][i]beep beep phone noises dial tone[/i][/b]

"Last Resort, The Last Resort you'll ever need! How can I help you this morning!?"

Layke immediately slammed down the receiver. That [i]had[/i] to be a joke of a name, and she was getting pranked. Hallway time.

The first person she came across in the lobby wasn't the worst sight to see, but the problems arose pretty quickly when she realized her disguise wouldn't do much here. That man in the chair was pretty flesh looking, and she was pretty watery looking. Glancing around the room to see several other fleshy looking yet robotically stiff humans was just downright disappointing. The fact that none of the workers were raising a fuss at the sight of her was good, but then again, the man sitting down had horns and wings, also kind of wacky. Yeah, she could probably take him in a fight anyways if he was mean, like what's he even gonna do? Fly away indoors?

All she could do now was walk around into his vision and hope his face was more inviting than his clearly devilish features.

[@Ryik]