"Jim Jim, come on you slacking piece of trash, it is time to ready the Hotel for celebrations!" "But me Lord, 'tis a bit early don't ye think?" "Jim Jim, there is a reason I'm Lord of the monster Realms, well at least of Europe, and you are a slimey Lobby boy." "Aye." With that the Lord clapped his hands and dusted off his suit as he went down the magnificent stairs of Hotel Le Horrid and walked off to the Lobby where birds made out of skeletons were writing thousands of letters to fellow monsters. The Lord snapped his finger, and hundreds of Ghosts began floating around in haste, readying the Hotel for the great celebrations. The Lord then walked out to the massive Pool at the back of the hotel and was astonished by the décor. Balloons, human livers in bowls, zombies on the stage playing chilling music, and Frankenstein himself playing on the organs, or someone that could stand for the monster was named so. Then the lobby bell was rung, for the first of the Monster guests seemed to arrive early! "Blast it! We are off to a dreadfully wonderful start this year!" The lord cheered.

A tall lanky man with a pale face and a face devoid of expression staggered into the lobby. Being of clearly no importance to anyone the poor shmuck struggled to get past the door, which was sternly guarded by a ghost with a clipboard. A short exchange of moans and grunts that seemed to have some meaning to the two of them took place. The man relinquished a package and left to wander the forest mindlessly. The package was a small box of 1 by 4 by 8 inch, wrapped in brown postal paper and covered in foreign stamps and stickers warning to handle with care. Attached was the invitation letter to Like, with a large "Return to sender" stamp on it.

-as jack stumbles into the lobby of the hotel he is badly exhausted, but the ghost stops hims- "hey"jack says tiredly"i must get in please is there any way i can come in here, please i need to get in" -jack is terribly tired and is hoping that the ghost will let him in- "if you won't let me in then can i please talk to the owner of this hotel"

The Lord made his way to the Lobby, to check the first arrival, he saw an angelic figure talking to the ghost bouncer he had put outside at the lobby's entrance. "Let him in you useless dimwitted bag of rudeness, can't you see our guest is tired?" "But my High Lord, this is not exactly a monster is he?" The ghost murmured. "Don't ever judge a book by its cover," The Lord looked at the young boy then welcomed him to check into the hotel. "My Lord?" the ghost hesitated to ask. "What is it? I need to attend to the Party's preparation." "What about this box? The stamp says it is ..." the Lord interrupted the ghost's blabber and yap as he went over and picked up the box. "You may manifest yourself now, and WELCOME! Though I question your means of travel you cheapshit," the Lord laughed.

"Thank you" A muted tone came from the package before a small red claw tore the paper away from inside. As the wrapping fell to the ground a small handheld mirror revealed itself. In it the lords reflection smiled in a way that would seem absurdly childish to anyone who knew the lord well. "I couldn't find anyone accompany on my travels, so I had to make due." Like exclaimed nonchalantly as he crawled from the mirror shaped like a toddler version of his host. With a yawn and a stretch Like grew to meet his old friend face to face, but halfway stopped, interrupted by the sound of ripping fabric. Like turned his head to see large angelic feathers sprout from his back. "Uhm... your lordship?.." Like muttered as he strained to look past his wings at the tired Jack stumbling into the lobby. "I think we might have a slayer on our hands."

-the ghost lets me in- "thank you my lord"jack says "where may the franot desk be so i can register into a room please"he ask the lord nicely

-jack is getting to the point where he is about to faint but as always jack pulls out his last p:potion to prevent him from fainting-

Cain let out a weary sigh as the taxi cab he'd called in upon arriving in Europe reached it's destination. He was jet lagged, and above all else, he was disheartened at the hit his finances had taken from his decision to go around the world for a letter of all things. Frankly, were it not for the fact that a goddamned ghost personally delivered the mail to him and it had just arrived in the mail, he'd have tossed it and went about his day. Sadly this what not the case, and Cain was reminded of that as the cab driver told him the total came out to approximately sixty six euros. The wendigo grimaced and pulled his wallet from his back pocket, swearing up and down that the poor thing was screaming in protest as he pulled out three twenty euro notes and a ten euro note and slapped them into the driver's hand. "Keep the-" Cain started only for the cab driver to peel out without another word, "...change. A fine day to you too, fucker.". With a soft grunt, Cain shouldered his bag and made an attempt to enter the hotel, though not before bit of fussing with the doorman and a partial transformation to prove he wasn't human. Cain stepped inside, the skin on his face squirming slightly as it reconfigured itself into a more human look. Cain could have done anything, made a remark about the decor, showed relief at the fact that there were more monsters in the world than he thought, hell, just asked for a room, instead what came out was this: "So, i'm at home enjoying my off day, and suddenly a freakin' ghost decides to reenact "The Ring" with my now broken television. I'd probably be angry if I weren't jet lagged, but i've still gotta question the delivery methods of the head honcho here.".

Alcaeus brings the garden hoe down hard into the earth before pulling it back and making a fairly large divet in the fertile, soft soil. The muscles in his arms bulge and strain as he works ceaselessly, digging out new rows for the last bit of planting for today. He felt as another of his arms extended from his back and grabbed a handkerchief to wipe his brow of sweat and dirt. Mostly dirt but he enjoyed feeling like he was working harder than he actually had to. The cry of a bird made him raise his eyes and look to the clouds. A small black shape was headed toward him. A bird hunting in these parts? Unlikely. His suspicions were confirmed when he saw a scroll of paper attached to the bird's leg, choosing to land on the handle of the shovel he was keeping nearby. He acquired and opened the paper with haste, eager to see if the news was good or bad. A young girl sat playing with an older woman, similar features pointed to her being the girl's mother. Both spared a glance over to Alcaeus as she pocketed the note and turned to them. "Gretchin. Be a dear and run over to the stables. Tell Jakan to pack my travelling gear, and ready my horse. And Helga, if you would be so kind as to inform the other hands that I am taking a leave for a while, and you are to head the farm in my absence." The child ran off with all the speed that sandals could carry her, and the older woman nodded and walked off in the direction of a large house. With a sigh, Alcaeus followed suit, moving towards the house. ___________________________________________________________________ That was quite some time ago. Ages of rough riding and worrying about his farm to attend this function. Alcaeus was not one to refuse hospitality, especially not from one who dubbed himself a Lord. He trotted up to the entrance atop a steed of immense size. A Shire horse with hooves shod in crude iron, coat grey like a dark stormcloud and mane as black as coal. Alcaeus reined in the horse and patted it on the neck as he dismounted, holding its reins as he searched for a place to tie him up. Alcaeus was dressed in simple clothing. A tunic, riding leathers, arm guards, heavy boots and a billowing, tanned cloak complete with a hood. What can you say? He is an old fashioned guy. Horse and all. He mused to himself as he brought out the note once more, "Is this even the right place, or did I ride for nothing?"

A string of lavish carriages suddenly ripped past the farmer, all of them headed by muscular looking men and tossing dirt up the path as they went. The head of the caravan held a smaller looking teenage boy that sat up just as they began approaching the large hotel, raised a trumpet to his lips, and blew a fanfare of near victory. Any monster who was the least bit involved in politics would know who this striking display of power belonged to. Five carriages past the doorway, they suddenly stopped. The door opened to the center carriage and out leaped a flustered looking woman. Not the Red Queen herself, surprisingly, but clearly some sort of handmaiden. She tittered up to the steps of the entrance and confronted the guard there. "Please, let me in!" She exclaimed, snapping open the Red Queen's invitation. "I am to announce the arrival of the Countess to his lordship!!" She looked like she'd been running a marathon. She was clearly blushing and snapped her hand to pull up the side of her beautiful, but more subtle gown.

-jack (no barely walking) goes up to the front desk and asks for a room key-

-the ghost at the front desk ignores me- "Excuse me-pant- i,,,need,,,a,room,,key,,please" -at that point jack was done talking-

The Lord was quite astonished he was right about the elusive shapeshifter, to him he saw a toddler version of himself, cute he thought. Once the shape shifter suggested the existence of a slayer amongst them, the lord patted him on the back and told him to anticipate 'fun'. "Imagine when our fellow demons arrive, oh the fun we will have, bloodbaths under the moonlight, come on you [Like] go check into a suite, you are granted one, just ask for suite number 2, number one belongs to a special guest, she is of utmost importance her countess." The Lord then walked outside and signaled one of the ghosts to assist Jack, the slayer. The lord then moments later another guest arrived, he seemed furious, mad even, "Wendigos, why did I invite them again?" The Lord ignored the wendigo guest for a much more important arrival was to be taken care of, the countess of Transylvania herself! Queen of the vampires! The lord approached the maiden and kissed her hands, then bowed, waiting for the countess to approach.

-as one the ghosts help me with my backpack i stumbled to the floor- "Help me, someone help me"as jack is to exhausted he has realized that he is bleeding in his side(o i am also wearing a mask) "ghost please go and bring help,quickly now go, and hurry to"

The place was metal, and a woman in her middle ages was staring out of a closet, A Blackish purple creature stood nearby. right next to the airlock, Screaming she pushed open the Closet and ran towards the Creature with a Fire exstingusher, Surprising it and slamming it right into the airlock door, The Middle age woman quickly ran away, Slamming a Red button putting a glass wall between her and the evil beast that stood before her, The creature looked around surprised. and then the Door flung open, revealing a black void Sending the creature Flying Straight to Space like a nerf bullet being shot out of a gun, the alien gave the Woman a Confused glance as he slowly disappeared into the darkness the middle ages woman stared at the void, a smile appeared on her face realizing the creature is gone. the airlock door closed and began to re pressurize. John doe was floating in a big void, still wondering why he was treated so bad, He Just wanted to give the woman a Hug but she booted him into space, He looked around at his Boring landscape landscape what the heck?, won't it technically be Spacescape? Shut up john doe.. a few dots here and there, a few more. He passed by a Big star which he was heading straight towards to- wait.. thats a awfully detailed Dot, John doe began to speed up a bit. it was much like sleeping, First slowly and then WHAT THE HECK I"M ON FIRE AND I"M PLUMMTING INTO A CASTLE WHAT THE FU- yeah, john doe Flew straight into a Big castle. Smashing through a Stained glass window. a few floors. and then Straight infront of two Fancy looking people. and smacking a the ground. creating a big pile of smoke and a crater. leaving a Big hole in the castle were he made his, quite violent reentry the dust cleared and John doe Peaked his Big Black alien head out of the ground, it was a pretty massive crater, Ruining the poor persons Lawn, not a single patch of grass was seen. heck half of the first floor of the castle was Destoryed too, no scratch that, HALF of the castle was pretty much got Shrekt. Shrekt? WTF Nerminator learn to wri- fine I'll change it, Destoryed.

The maiden sighed, smiling at his lordships acknowledgement of her. She sat up straight, her voice ringing out through the courtyard and carrying into the lobby. "Her Royal Highness, Queen and Countess Avalai!" In a clearly chereographed motion, the muscular drivers of the carriages gracefully (and waaaay overdramatically) leapt down, span across from each other and held up their hands in a veil of her majesty as her own carriage door was opened for her. As she walked through her sea of hunky men she fluttered a handheld fan up to her face, her hat draping down over one eye and her gown both grand and slimming at the same time. She smiled as she saw the lord and stepped up to greet him. "Lord De Gravee," She said smiling, offering him the pleasure of her hand to be kissed. "It's been FAR too long."

Thrusting his hosts confidence Like decided to let the angel business rest. Seeing as he had wings at the time Like perched on the bookshelf. From there he watched how guest poured in and wondered if any other weird methods of transport would be used. Like hoped to see something creative. Did he. With a thunderous crash of sound and debris a flaming meteorite smashed into the ground before him. The shelf Like was sitting, like most things nearby on crashed down. S o as to make his sudden drop look intentional he floated down to inspect the smoldering object. "I haven't seen anyone travel like that in a long time."

Cain grimaced -something he did a lot it seemed- slightly at the displays of formality that occurred behind him. Said grimaced quickly gave way to a sort of shocked stupor as a strange creature fell from the heavens and crashed through the building as if God himself had decided "fuck everything in this general direction" would be his prerogative for the day. The wendigo stared blankly for a moment before he threw his hands into the air, deciding that this would likely become the norm and it was not something he'd get involved in if he could help it. Instead Cain walked over to the front desk intent on requesting a key, however Jack's pleas for assistance kept Cain from simply getting a room and continuing about his day. He crouched and, not having anything else on hand, pulled one of his shirts from his bag before pressing it against Jack's side, "You look like you've seen better days. The hell did you do man?".

John doe looked at his Surroundings, seeing a Man, John Stood on all four legs like he was some kind of dog and Looked at himself, He wondered how the heck he wasn't torn apart, but heck, hes alive, He Looked at the person and Made a Ear piercing screech sound John doe: SSSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Frighting all that was around him, causing a little Circle of people surrounding the crater, looking in awe at what the creature may be.

The sudden shriek startled Like as he hopped back and instinctively shifted shape to mimic the creature he'd never seen before. Like mirrored John doe in his movements and sounds, curious to find out more about him.