A Hotel on the San Diego Marina, Thursday Morning

[thismaskiwear]

On the scale of positive-versus-negative, so far the hotel was hovering firmly around the area of neutral. On the plus side: the shower was fantastic, the bed was amazingly comfortable, the view of the harbor was gorgeous. On the minus side: the closet door didn't shut properly, the internet in their room wasn't working, and there was this mysterious damp spot on the carpet that she didn't want to know about.

And she couldn't smoke out on the balcony.

She was leaning out over the balcony railing, though, fingers drumming impatiently, staring down into the courtyard at the fountain near the pool . . .

"A whale getting an enema? Okay then."

[OOC: divinesurfchick originally said it. thatsamilkshake made me do it.]

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[thatsamilkshake]

Also the hamburgers cost fifteen bucks and Katchoo had almost gotten them kicked out by starting a scuffle with the bellman who wouldn't let her grab her own luggage cart.

"What?" called Francine from the bed, then made her way to the balcony. "It is not."