Post by tachyon on Dec 31, 2008 9:41:05 GMT -4
Tremorton Hilton,
Location of Tremorton forum member's New Years party,
New Years Day
2:03am...
Ring ring.
Z groaned.
Ring ring.
Again, Z groaned, and rolled over in his bed.
Ring ring.
“Arrrr!” he yelled, throwing off the covers and groping his way through the dark room, “Where’s that phone?”
His foot connected with a table, and he swore loudly colourfully.
Ring ring.
“Owww! Why can’t they put the light switches in the obvious place?!” lamented the tired and sore mod as he opened a door into a lit room, “And where’s that phone?!”
As he stumbled out into the corridor, wiping the sleep from his eyes, he heard the sound of the door closing and the soft ‘click’ of it locking. In that moment, he realized that he no longer stood in his room, but the hotel corridor.
“Oh no! No, no NO!!” Z pulled at the doorknob, “I’m locked out, and I’m butt-ass naked except for,” he checked the top of his head, “oh thank God I’ve still got my party hat on.”
Behind him, he heard the dreaded ‘ding’ of a hotel elevator arriving at his floor. Before he could cover himself its occupant -a five foot four orange-furred anthro malamute- stumbled out, drinking straight from a 5-litre Heineken draught keg and singing Auld Lang Sine.
“Heeey g’day Z!” slurred Tachyon as he strode towards him, “You should go downstairsh, everyonesh shtill up. We’re playin ‘movie title charades’. Ryota got up to do one an before he even reshed the shtage I yelled out “Dead Man Walking”, heh heh, an I won a keg… Hang on. What’s goin on ‘ere?!”
Z put his hands on his hips and defiantly proclaimed “What’s the matter? Haven’t you ever seen a grown moderator naked?”
“Yeah, but whosh room are yeh tryin the get inta?”
“It’s, uh, Paris Hiltons!” Z said with as much conviction as he could without pants, “She’s staying here tonight and ordered me scrubbed up and sent to her room!
“Yeah, well why ishn’t she anshering?” retorted Tach. He was surprisingly sharp for someone drunk enough to not be able to tell he was pouring beer all over his shoulder instead of in his mouth.
“Uh-” began Z, but before he could think of anything Tachyon began banging on the door and yelling.
“Hey Parish! Open up! Your toy-boy ish here!”
“Tach shut up! You’ll wake-” once again, there came the ‘ding’ of the elevator, “uh-oh. Gotta run!”
“No worries Z, I’ll get her shtarted mate!”
Bolting down the hall and round the corner to the second set of elevators, Z pounded the buttons.
“This is a disaster! I’ve got to sneak down to reception and get a towel or something.”
The lift arrived and Z jumped in. He had only gone two floors before it stopped and opened to a group of shocked people.
“Uh hi everyone!” said Z with a forced smile as the strangers yelled with fright, “Don’t forget Tremorton’s Nude Moderator Week!”
The doors closed, and Z savoured the moment of respite before the realization of where he was and what he was not wearing struck again.
‘Ding’ went the elevator. Z braced for the worst, but fortunately for him Hunter entered, newspaper under his arm.
“Hey…” began Hunter as he quickly realized his friend’s situation.
“Oh hey! Is that the Tremorton Times, can I borrow that?” Z said as he grabbed the paper and began wrapping it around himself, “Thanks buddy! I love the Times so much right now.”
“Yeah. I can see.” said Hunter carefully as he watched, “You must really love the Times.”
The elevator arrived at the ground floor. Before another word could be said Z bolted out the doors and down the corridor, desperately searching for the reception desk.
“Where’s the foyer?!” he whined as he pulled open a door. He froze as he stepped out onto a small stage in front of a crowd of his Tremorton friends and some other hotel guests.
“So who want to try,” began Zoomer, impromptu MC, before he noticed Z standing behind him, “Oh hi Z! Care to have a go at movie title charades?”
“Uh, well I-”
“Here, let me grab the paper.”
Before he could stop him Zoomer had ripped the newspaper away. There was a gasp from the crowd and they stared as desperately trying to cover himself. Then, from the back, Bella called out;
“Is the answer Anaconda?”
Happy New Year everybody! Remember, don't party too hard.
Location of Tremorton forum member's New Years party,
New Years Day
2:03am...
Ring ring.
Z groaned.
Ring ring.
Again, Z groaned, and rolled over in his bed.
Ring ring.
“Arrrr!” he yelled, throwing off the covers and groping his way through the dark room, “Where’s that phone?”
His foot connected with a table, and he swore loudly colourfully.
Ring ring.
“Owww! Why can’t they put the light switches in the obvious place?!” lamented the tired and sore mod as he opened a door into a lit room, “And where’s that phone?!”
As he stumbled out into the corridor, wiping the sleep from his eyes, he heard the sound of the door closing and the soft ‘click’ of it locking. In that moment, he realized that he no longer stood in his room, but the hotel corridor.
“Oh no! No, no NO!!” Z pulled at the doorknob, “I’m locked out, and I’m butt-ass naked except for,” he checked the top of his head, “oh thank God I’ve still got my party hat on.”
Behind him, he heard the dreaded ‘ding’ of a hotel elevator arriving at his floor. Before he could cover himself its occupant -a five foot four orange-furred anthro malamute- stumbled out, drinking straight from a 5-litre Heineken draught keg and singing Auld Lang Sine.
“Heeey g’day Z!” slurred Tachyon as he strode towards him, “You should go downstairsh, everyonesh shtill up. We’re playin ‘movie title charades’. Ryota got up to do one an before he even reshed the shtage I yelled out “Dead Man Walking”, heh heh, an I won a keg… Hang on. What’s goin on ‘ere?!”
Z put his hands on his hips and defiantly proclaimed “What’s the matter? Haven’t you ever seen a grown moderator naked?”
“Yeah, but whosh room are yeh tryin the get inta?”
“It’s, uh, Paris Hiltons!” Z said with as much conviction as he could without pants, “She’s staying here tonight and ordered me scrubbed up and sent to her room!
“Yeah, well why ishn’t she anshering?” retorted Tach. He was surprisingly sharp for someone drunk enough to not be able to tell he was pouring beer all over his shoulder instead of in his mouth.
“Uh-” began Z, but before he could think of anything Tachyon began banging on the door and yelling.
“Hey Parish! Open up! Your toy-boy ish here!”
“Tach shut up! You’ll wake-” once again, there came the ‘ding’ of the elevator, “uh-oh. Gotta run!”
“No worries Z, I’ll get her shtarted mate!”
Bolting down the hall and round the corner to the second set of elevators, Z pounded the buttons.
“This is a disaster! I’ve got to sneak down to reception and get a towel or something.”
The lift arrived and Z jumped in. He had only gone two floors before it stopped and opened to a group of shocked people.
“Uh hi everyone!” said Z with a forced smile as the strangers yelled with fright, “Don’t forget Tremorton’s Nude Moderator Week!”
The doors closed, and Z savoured the moment of respite before the realization of where he was and what he was not wearing struck again.
‘Ding’ went the elevator. Z braced for the worst, but fortunately for him Hunter entered, newspaper under his arm.
“Hey…” began Hunter as he quickly realized his friend’s situation.
“Oh hey! Is that the Tremorton Times, can I borrow that?” Z said as he grabbed the paper and began wrapping it around himself, “Thanks buddy! I love the Times so much right now.”
“Yeah. I can see.” said Hunter carefully as he watched, “You must really love the Times.”
The elevator arrived at the ground floor. Before another word could be said Z bolted out the doors and down the corridor, desperately searching for the reception desk.
“Where’s the foyer?!” he whined as he pulled open a door. He froze as he stepped out onto a small stage in front of a crowd of his Tremorton friends and some other hotel guests.
“So who want to try,” began Zoomer, impromptu MC, before he noticed Z standing behind him, “Oh hi Z! Care to have a go at movie title charades?”
“Uh, well I-”
“Here, let me grab the paper.”
Before he could stop him Zoomer had ripped the newspaper away. There was a gasp from the crowd and they stared as desperately trying to cover himself. Then, from the back, Bella called out;
“Is the answer Anaconda?”
Happy New Year everybody! Remember, don't party too hard.