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Cormac had just gotten in the elevator, figuring he was probably destined to spend the next several hours poring over each floor seeking (probably futilely) Crazy McRedhead's room, when Napalm Death's You Suffer came roaring at full blast out of his pocket, causing the drummer to instinctively drop his luggage and dive out of the elevator as though he'd just discovered a bomb therein. Having thusly attracted the attention of everybody else in the lobby (those who hadn't already accepted the fact that this hotel was actually a mental asylum) Cormac, disgruntled, clambered back up to his feet, muttering something about 'one'a these days I'm gonna change that damn ringtone', before promptly forgetting all about changing that damn ringtone as he shoved a hand into the pocket of his jeans and withdrew the cursed piece of technology.

The screen indicated a text from Edei, which was fortuitous-- hopefully, she was extending the profound kindness of informing Cormy as to where in the fuck he was supposed to go. Indeed, he pressed 'read' and unveiled the message-- indicating three bits of information: they were on the seventh floor, their rooms (with the exception of Izzie's) were across from the constituents of Legion, and Edei seemed anything but overjoyed at that fact. Which he could see-- if Crazy McRedhead (she had a name, probably, maybe) and the beardy dude were any indication, their stay was going to be anything but one of peace and quiet. He supposed he could only count it fortunate that Izzie was indeed on another floor entirely, and not only because she snored like a motherfucker and these walls seemed to be awful thin.

Eventually, after a brief escapade in which Cormy completely blanked at the keypad and briefly forgot what a seven looked like (hey, everybody's got their off days, Cormac just... had more of them), he reached the seventh floor, and stepped out to the sound of familiar voices down the hall, stark against the silence. Lo and behold, as he strode down the hall towards the voices, he found Edei, and Craig, who had evidently helped Edei take her shit up, which somewhat vexed Cormy, because couldn't he be counted on to carry luggage? He could totally carry luggage. I mean, shit, he was carrying his own luggage like a fuckin' champ, he could totally have helped Edei with...

"I think I better find my room, this luggage is getting real heavy," Cormac grunted as he readjusted his grip on his various items of baggage. One pack had all the necessities-- some clothes, some hygiene products, even toothpaste (though he had, naturally, neglected to pack a toothbrush). The other was stuffed to the brim with recreational shit-- comic books, a couple good superhero films, the like. Y'know, for whenever he got bored on tour and decided he felt like watching people in tights and underwear fly around. Always a good time.






It seemed Alex had only just knocked on the door (whereupon Jack apparently decided 'fuck etiquette' and showed himself right on in) when suddenly everybody seemed to converge in on the hall. She turned around and saw, not far down, the constituents of Psychosis (sans the big Hispanic one), who appeared to have ended up with rooms across from Legion's. Poor bastards, she couldn't help but sympathise, having been shacked up with the room right next to Raisa, before Liam's voice alerted her to the fact that he too was present. She turned to him with a hint of a smile. "I weep for the normal people who planned on a nice, quiet vacation and ended up in the hall with two death metal bands and Raisa," she mused to him as they entered the lair of Legion's nefarious drummer.

Therein Raisa had set out two jars of moonshine, and inexplicably some apple pie, which Alex certainly wasn't gonna complain about. Then she stood there with a scowl, glancing through the room with her hands on her hips as though the hotel room had committed some grievous wrong unto her, before declaring, "We need more room." Then she threw her bulk against the bed, attempting in vain to move the piece of furniture-- it budged about two inches, and then decided, fuck it, it wasn't goin' nowhere. Raisa struggled for another moment before giving up. "Where the hell is Izzie? Is she coming?"

"The Hispanic one?" Alex ventured with a shrug. "She said something to the extent of 'hell no', so I would guess she isn't."

This did not seem to altogether satisfactory to Raisa, who decided to turn her plea to her bandmates. Jack, ever eager to be the knight in shining armour, declared "I GOT THIS SHIT GUYS" and threw himself at the bed with all the gusto of a knight of the round table assailing a dragon zealously guarding its hoard of treasure. He made a valiant effort, in which many expletives were grunted and much sweat was shed and not much bed was moved, before Alex stepped behind him nonchalantly. "What's that you got, Jack?" she mused casually, as though merely remarking on the time of day. The bassist looked at her in despair. "Are you gonna help or are you just here to mock my efforts?"

"Mock yer efforts," the guitarist replied shortly, before sighing theatrically and shaking her head. "Step aside, lad. Liam, you wanna get the other end?" She took the spot Jack had vacated, crouching down before lifting up one end of the bed.