Soft elevator music began playing as the ride up to the fifth floor began. Inside Taylon's mind, a spotted puppy was wagging his tail to the soft beat.

"Nope, there's no need to break doors in." He wiggled the key again in his hand. "They want me in the room." He shifted his weight from his heels to the tip of his toes.

"I could have died in seventeen different ways on the car ride over here. You'd think they would allow us to, oh, I don't know, just appear here, but oh no, they don't allow that." He shook his head, his blonde hair brushing into his eyes. "I hate cars. They're like cages from humans." He wrinkled his nose to show his discomfort.

He reached forward and pressed three more buttons, creating the points to a star, all of which were lighting up brightly. He silently wondered if they were even brighter at night.

"How was your ride, Miss Mari?" he chirped her name.

With a snort, Marina shook her head. “They want you in?” she asked in mock horror. “They’ve no idea what they’re getting into, have they? They think they’ll be getting paid but really… chaos will soon prevail.” She stuck her tongue out a bit, grinning at her friend.

“Well… you know, it is a Muggle resort,” Marina pointed out. “What do you think the Muggles would think if suddenly all these people began appearing all over? They’d keel over all over the place. And the ambulance would have to come…” She chuckled, the image in her mind. Poor Muggles. The things they didn’t know.

With amusement, she watched Tay poke a few more buttons, groaning inwardly. She couldn’t have honestly expected him not to, though, could she? This was merely her fault, for expecting him to leave lighted buttons alone. Of course he wouldn’t. Still. The star was kind of pretty.

“We’re going to be in here forever, if you keep doing that,” she pointed out, trying hard not to sound maternaly. She smiled though as he chirped out her name; she’d always liked how that sounded. “As for my ride, I slept the way through. I didn’t have to worry about nearly dying or growing so bored I nearly went insane. As I’m sure was your situation?”

OOC: Psst. Taylon is no longer a little boy from school. He's 22 now.

Taylon twirled a strand of hair around his fingers, nodding his head lightly. "They're Muggles, what do you expect? They don't know what chaos is. Then again, if we were to appear out of mid air, chaos would sure ensure moments after." He tilted his head to the side with a light nod, releasing his hair. "They should simply allow wizards on their staff and have a secret room for us to arrive in." He'd already seen a few wizards in the resort and only now did he wonder if the Muggles knew about them or if they thought of them as ordinary Muggles. He'd interrogate them later.

"It's only five stops," he argued, admiring his star. "And I'm in the dead center, so it's really whoever gets on after us that will be on for a long ride."

He wrinkled his nose at the idea of sleeping the entire time. Like most people, he loved sleeping, but did not enjoy doing it excessively. There were too many things to do in life, why waste time sleeping it away? It just made you lazy.

"Quite. We had no music and they wouldn't allow me to get out my wand. It was pure torture! I hoped the car crashed into a tree on the way home." If there was one thing in this world that got Taylon's nerves twitching, it was being told he couldn't do something, thus becoming bored. He hated boredom and all who thrust it upon him.

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Three hours passed like the fawning light and Madame Iio found herself in the main kitchen, pulling on an apron. She was ready to put her hair up in a braided bun when one of the chefs called out her name.

"You're taking orders for the first few tables, if you wouldn't mind, Irene. Joseph, Evon and the crew are on their way, but tables are already starting to fill up."

Madame Iio nodded her head. "Not a problem!" She fished into her apron for her small notepad, a bright purple pen attached to the side. Normally she didn't take orders, used to magicked quills taking down orders, but she made exceptions at the resort, what with magic not necessarily being allowed. She only used it in small portions when she did, anyway.

Placing a fallen strand of hair back behind her ear, she headed on out to the restaurant. The first table was a single coffee, double espresso shot and the second only wanted a glass of water. She called them back to the kitchen then went to the third table, silver adoring it. She thought it was a mishap with the lighting, but as she neared it, she recognized the enthusiastic face of the child, as well as the strong face sitting across from her.

With a smile, she stopped next to the table and chirped, "Good evening and welcome! What can I do you for?" Only in the Wizarding World did others seem to remember her, so she did not expect either of them to notice her from the past.

Being a muggle born herself, perhaps Marina was a bit more understanding to the sake of the muggles. Or it could just have been that she herself was more that sort of person. For someone who didn't much like chaos, it was strange how she and Tay had ever become friends in school. Still, strange people were attracted to each other and that couldn't have been helped. "Oh, I'm sure they know their own forms of chaos. They've had their own great wars, too." She glanced at him at his suggested of an apparating room and smiled. "Well. Some of the muggles would hve to know that there were witches and wizards, otherwise how would they get permission to build a room that would apparently have no otherwise use?" Though, she had to admit it was a nice plan.

Again, she smiled, glancing again at the star. "If anyone does get on. How many floors are in here, anyway?" she mused. Surely the elevator was coming to a stop soon?

"A car ride with no music?" Marina shook her head. "How dare they. Sounds like they tried to torture you in there," she said, smiling. "Though. Why you couldn't get out your wand... mind you, what did you need it for?" She smiled, amused, figuring he probably got bored enough his wand would have substantially sustatined him. "How long was your ride, anyway?"

"They fought over land and oil," he pointed out with a smirk. "It isn't fair that they don't realize the chaos that an entirely different world goes through right under their very noses."

The elevator dinged twice. They'd reached the first star. Two more to go.

"I'm sure they could commission wizards to build the room." He turned and lightly knocked on Mari's head. "Where's your brain today?" he chided lightly.

"This elevator only goes halfway up. I think there's sixty floors?" He could be off by ten. He didn't plan on going above the eleventh unless the penthouse door was unlocked and the room vacant, the mini bar stocked. Only then would he venture up, making a run for it the minute the elevator dinged open.

Matching his vision, the elevator dinged once more, coming to a halt. He watched as the doors opened and closed moments later and continued to the next floor.

The blonde scowled. "Yes. I went to charm one of the seatbelts to sing, but no. Merlin would have rolled in his grave had Taylon Wren been given his wand to add some entertainment on the ride over." He rarely ever used sarcasm, but when he did, every word dripped with its venom.

He shrugged. "I lost count after four hours. I had no idea it was so far away. We could have Apparrated our house and it would have been faster!" The explanation of a house just appearing out of the middle of nowhere surely would not have sat well with any of the Muggles. Unless he was able to figure out a charm to hide it from the public. That'd be quite the task, but well worth it.

"I can't even remember the time we left this morning," he realized a quick blink.

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Madame Iio chuckled lightly when she saw the upside down menu. How darling.

She noticed the widening of the young man's eyes and held back a more welcoming smile. If he remembered her, why, she'd be surprised and put the order on the house. Her boss surely wouldn't think too highly of that, but what was a small order? He could take it out of her pay.

Madame Iio jotted down the order on her notepad, her eyes never leaving the two at the table. "I'll have your order out to you in a few minutes," she chirped. "Would you like a straw, Eternal?" she asked, oblivious to mentioning the child's name.

Madame Iio chuckled and wished for a camera to take a snapshot of both the silly girl and the smile on the young man's face. It'd have been a shame if she'd forgotten him, as well as near impossible.

"Working, as usual," she replied with a soft laugh. "It's my life calling. And what about you, kind sir, what has-"

Her eyes widened and her hand twitched, an instinct from rotten boys who once destroyed her store, as Eternal exclaimed much louder and suddenly than Madame Iio thought possible in the Muggle world. When she realized Eternal was being just a normal child, she relaxed and smiled.

"Aye, that is me, but let's keep Diagon Alley in our whispers, dearest," she said, whispering the name as well, adding on a wink to the end of her words. "You mustn't forget we're in Muggle Land for our holidays."

OOC: I do this once a RP before leaving.

BUMP

Get all of your butts back here, pronto.

occ: Don't know how long this comp will last but... TA-DA!


This was a bad idea. It was just terrible. She should have never agreed to it. The car ride was bad enough to make her want to throw herself out the window in hopes that if she didn't die on impact at least a muggle truck or two would run her over and rid her of her misery. Jamie's incessant singing was enough to drive anyone to insanity and Bucky already suffered anger issues that 100 Butterbeers on the wall... could not cure no matter how many times Jamie sang it.

Glad to be out of the car she dragged her trunk in a quick pace in an attempt to keep up with Jen and Jamie. Jen was probably the only keeping her alive at the moment. They were homies those two., Jen and Buck. It wasn't everday that a Prefect helped you cover up the fact that you turned your Head of House' favorite couch into a sheep.

"If you guys go any faster I'll drown you all in the kiddie pool," she threatened with a scowl.

She meant it too.

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Evan Winchester was a very happy 16 year old wizard. There was going to be sun, water and girls. Lots and lots of girls or so he had hoped. Either way, Evan would find a way to make this summer enjoyable even if it meant dragging his neighbor down with him.

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Quinn shielded his eyes from the sun. The ride had been anything but enjoyable seeing as Evan insisted that they drive a ridiculous muggle contraption. Quinn wasn't the healthiest young man. He was tall and lanky and pale with shoulder length stringy light brown hair and grey eyes. People often asked if he felt well. To be honest he didn't feel well...ever. Quinn was a nervous person and somewhat claustrophobic. Needless to say he puked a couple of times on the way. Thankfull, outside of the window and in the opposite directon of Evan Winchester.

"Oh, wonderful ride, Evan," he remarked with sloppy smile. "Just....marvelous."

If you looked closely, you could see Evan's demise in the boy's grey eyes.

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Fatima was a horrible driver but was completely oblivious to it. Seeing as she was pretty much useless at apparating under stressful circumstances she didn't even attempt it when she realized she was behind schedule. Driving over the speed limit she managed to trample several of her neighbors mailboxes and a stop sign or two in the way.

She threw her suitcase out of the back of the car, yes threw, and quickly fixed her waist-long light brown hair which was a tangled mess. She hadn't bothered to tie it up for she was far too nervous. Speeding was all she could do to keep her mind on something sensible like the road and not another human being--that one being a male. I mean, it was completely ridiculous! Boys, who needed boys? Certainly not Fatima D'Maggio. She couldnt worry about her hair now. She could always fix it later.

Not caring if her pointy shoes became a bit dirty she dragged her luggage without a care all the way towards the building and pressed the elevator button repeatedly already feeling queasy. Elevators weren't her friends. Fatima had been trapped inside one when she was five in a building she visited with her annoyingly beautiful mother. Her long hair was everywhere and her cheeks were bright red from the heat;however her freckles were still visible. Those freckled will never go away, she though with a sigh and leaned on one long leg which she kept hidden inside a very dirty pair of faded blue jeans. At least her white tank top made her look somewhat fashionable. She turned around to grab her suitcase and threw it inside without looking as soon as she heard a ding and the swoosh of the opening doors in fear that it would leave without her.

Fatima had made a mistake in not making sure there were no possible victims inside.

OOC: Ash, I'm leaving you behind. And even though Tay and Mari are supposed to be many floors up, we'll play pretend that Tay hit the button for the ground floor and it doubled back.

Taylon yelped when a suitcase flew directly into him, hitting him in the gut. He doubled over, dropping his own suitcases. About ready to growl at the idiot person who had done the deed, he looked up and whatever anger he had quickly disappeared.

"Fatima?" he asked with wide blue eyes. He was more in shock than surprise, not having seen the woman in what seemed like years (though it really could have been that long). He thought she'd be in the south of France or somewhere exotic, not at the Sunset Resort running into the likes of him.

Lost for any other words besides her name, Taylon gaped at her, not sure whether to believe his eyes.

Eternal blushed and picked up her chair while closing her eyes and putting her hands over her head in innocence.

She nodded at her last words and put her index finger to her lips and made a soft 'Shh' noise. She smiled and twirled around before sitting back in her seat. Roiben rolled his eyes. His younger cousin was sure ... something.

"Life has been well for me. Just got over something rather ... huge in my time but I got through it." He smirked to himself. All the lifes that were slain over that stupid battle made him sick. But being the person he is, he knows how to deal with it. He is of course the Unseelie King.

Fatima's face reddened at the sound of the yelp, even her freckles turned scarlet. She turned around quickly and entered the elevator, hands flying everywhere nervously as she began to stutter an apology. Just when she thought she had it under control she finally realized who were the inhabitants of the steel box.

It was Marina and none other than Taylon Wren. Her face now turning white with fear then red with embarassment all over again she nodded repeatedly as if to assure herself it was safe to speak.

"Mister Wren," she spoke softly, almost hanging her head. "I'm very sorry. I wasn't looking--as usual."

OoC: I won't bother with the excuses. >.< Now that I'm in routine with work though, here I is.

While Marina and Fatima had never really grown close (Mari had always had that shy streak that seemed to disappear only when she was with Taylon) but she still managed to smile and nod hello to her. They were friends, this much she had gathered and assumed, though the way Fatima blanched at sight of them made her wonder.

"Hullo there, Fatima," she spoke pleasently, bending down to pick up the mess of suitcases that had fallen with Fatima's entrance. Part of her had urged to check to see that Taylon was alright, but she fought it off. Motherly instincts didn't do well on young men. She handed Taylon his suitcase, stepping back a small step to allow the two a moment.

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Fifteen year old Lexi was not pleased to be here. Her younger step brother Gaberiel was standing with their parents, patiently waiting as their parents made their reservations for the resort. She would be sharing a room with her step brother. OH hooray.

Around her were all sorts of people running around, girls in skimpy shorts and shirts, bikini tops. Lexi felt out of place in her jeans and t-shirt under her hoodie. (It was fortunately rather cool in the resort). Outside the windows were the water park and sea parks, all the crowds of people.

People.

How fun.

occ: No matter. At least you're here now.

Fatima's hazel eyes managed to part ways with the dirty elevator floor and she smiled politely at Marina. Mari had always been nice if not polite to her. One of the very few that did while she attended Hogwarts. After all, the clumsy girl wasn't very popular when younger nor was she now. Her skinny, long legs attracted all kinds of attention, most of the time unwanted and not at all positive.


"Hello Marina," she greeted politely, tucking a strand of long light brown hair behind one ear. "I didn't get you, did I? I'm terribly sorry!"


She finished quickly once more her cheeks, and freckles, turning bright red.

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Evan pumped his fists up in the air in triumph. He wasn't exactly sure what he was triumphant about but still...it was a beautiful day.


"Let's go Quinny Boy!" He chirped throwing a bag over his shoulder and dragging the other over the ground as he bolted towards the Inn.

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Quinn snarled, very uncharacteristic of his nature. He wasn't accustomed to snarling but, oh how he hated being called "Quinny Boy" or...just "Quinny". His name was Quinn, why couldn't they just call him Quinn? People always insisted on making up annoying nicknames for people. Their parents named them for a reason.


"Don't run!" Quinn shouted with panic as he grasped his luggage. "You'll fall! And break something!"


The idea of a broken bone or blood was enough to make Quinn feel faint. He quicked his pace and followed his neighbor closely all the way up to the door of the Inn.

OoC: And at least you've returned to us, too -shnuggles-

In her mind, it was very easy for the clumsy girl and the shy girl to be friends (if one would go so far as to call them friends). Each had their own ways of avoiding the social circle and keep to themselves and it was just natural that those who kept to themselves were drawn to the others like them (ultimately ending the 'keeping to themselves'). Her friendship with Taylon though brought Fatima and Marina to each other so they could relish in each other's awkwardness.

"No, I'm alright," she informed Fatima, smiling as she passed over the other girl's suitcase. "Still accident prone, I see?" she jested gently, smiling softly.

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Now, it was irritation budding within Lexi. How long did it take to get a stuipd key? They couldn't have stayed home like they did every summer, could they? Oh, no, heavens no. "We need to come together as a family" said her mother. "You need to accept Gabe as your brother" said her step father. Really, this was their way of punishing her, she was sure. Her mother greatly disliked her anti-feminism-ness.

So what if she disliked bikinis and shorts and all those things? It wasn't her fault she didn't like the whole girlyness.

With a heavy sigh, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, shifting from one hip to the other. Merlin! Couldn't they hurry up? She was beginning to feel femistrophobic.

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Jamie paused in his brisk walk to wait on Bucky, letting Jenzy get a few feet ahead of them as he waited for his trailing friend to catch up. Peering through his curls, he chuckled at her.

"You can't drown me!" he laughed, shaking his head and giving her a gentle nudge. "You'd be all aloney on your owney if you did." Sticking his tongue out he beamed.