Fairmont Le Château Frontenac, Québec City, Québec [Monday, October 20, 2024 ]

[heroic_jawline]

It was a sunny, perfect day today. You might not even need your trapper hats! As a bonus, the school had rented a double-decker Hop On Hop Off bus so you could accidentally leave them there! Do not throw them from the bus. People would yell at you in French and English.

Rise and shine, Fandom! Or hide in your ridiculous rooms throughout the castle! Anakin doesn't care enough to find you all.

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Rooms

[heroic_jawline]

The chaperones have been randomly assigned suites, and the students have been given courtyard view rooms with two doubles or a king-sized bed depending on what's funnier. Relax, take a bath, order room service--it's vacation!

[OOC: Your assignments are here. As always, NSFW posts go into personal journals!]

Van Horne Suite

[deathsmajesty]

That morning, over her breakfast (ordered from room service, of course), Liliana had done a bit of research and had, after much consideration, ended up crafting an...Abyss, there was no getting around it...an itinerary for their her activities for the day.

Shut up, she didn't want to talk about it. This was an exception, not something to be expected, and only occurred because there were several activities that had caught her attention while she'd been browsing and several of them had specific times.

Furthermore, this had nothing to do with Ignis' broken glasses. Why even would it? Anyway, shut up again.

She'd drawn up one in Braille as well, in case Ignis wanted a copy. No reason. Shut up.

Re: Van Horne Suite

[chef_chocobro]

Ignis had returned to the room quietly as he possibly could after the morning run in the park; if his return was going to awaken Liliana, he'd want it to at least be while he was in the shower cleaning up so that she might be slightly more inclined to wash away her slumber by joining him. Of course, the fact that he could already smell the coffee (and the other aromas of breakfast following soon after) as soon as he stepped in made him realize that he might not have to. A small smile tugged the corner of his mouth as he easily followed his nose (through the suite that he most certainly had been thoroughly familiarized with nearly every little nook and cranny....) to where Liliana was sitting, adding another familiar scent that came as quite the pleasant surprise, as he mostly expected she'd merely ordered room service from the bed and planned to stay there or possibly slip back into sleep until he was quite finished with it.

He found his way over to her, slipping a hand behind her to guide him into leaning in to greet her with a kiss.

"Up early," he noted, "are we? If it weren't for knowing how exhausted we both were when we finally fell into bed," again, "last night, I'd be worried about the state of your sleep, darling."

Re: Van Horne Suite

[deathsmajesty]

"Mmm, hello my darling," Liliana said with a smile for him that belied the ridiculousness of the hour. "Believe me, the siren call of the bed is quite enticing, but I'm remaining strong. But I thought you would appreciate a hearty breakfast upon your return from whatever nonsense Gladio insisted you perform on vacation."

Honestly, gentlemen. Really now. Was this really necessary?

"And, as much as I might enjoy another round of familiarizing ourselves with the suite..." She handed over his mug of coffee. "...There's something here for you to read once you're willing to free a hand for it."

Though considering one hand had coffee and the other had her, it might be awhile yet. Especially since she was tugging him in for yet another kiss.

Re: Van Horne Suite

[chef_chocobro]

And to think, Ignis didn't even have the added benefit of enjoying the views! And as much as he did rather enjoy the brisk morning air, if he had to choose a way to wake himself up in the morning, he would have just stuck with the coffee.

Then again, Gladio wasn't the only one keeping him up on a rigorous physical regime, either, and one did greatly support the other.

The grunting hum of contentment when that mug reached his hands was substantial, and the only thing preventing him from just burying himself into a very long and appreciative drink of it was the fact that Liliana was kissing him, inspiring yet another such sound.

"Regarding...?" he finally promptoed, hoping for a bit of a preview since, exactly, both of his hands were engaged in things he did rather preferred to linger in and did not wish to relinquish any sooner than he had to, especially not now that he was actually getting to drink the coffee, although with curiosity beginning to gnaw on his brain...

Re: Van Horne Suite

[deathsmajesty]

"What, and ruin the surprise, my darling?" Liliana asked, knowing full well she was being cruel. Listen, he knew who he'd fallen for.

Besides, she figured the joy he'd derive from discovering it himself would more than make up for it.

...Though she was prepared to lose this very cozy arm around her for that sass. It was only fair and her ego remained intact when she made it her doing, rather than losing out to the coffee in a fair fight.

Re: Van Horne Suite

[chef_chocobro]

Liliana would likely be pleased to know that the coffee was actually Ignis' first choice to be abandoned (a good gulp or two could sustain him for a much longer time that he could go without her, after all, and he could make up for it with the Ebony he'd packed and brought with him), but the problem was made even further complicated by the fact that he held his mug in his left hand and, while his ambidextrousness translated to far more than just his knives, he did lean toward a preference for being a right-handed reader.

Leave it to Ignis to find the solution in this conundrum to be relinquishing both for the time being, setting down his mug to pick up the paper with one hand while slipping his arm away from Liliana to read it with the other.

He had been expecting the menu of some restaurant that was fully about to earn gold stars for their accessibility game, but what he found was so, so much more, to the point where he had to go back over the first few lines to ensure that he hadn't merely misread them.

"You're up early," the way an impressed thrill had jolted through his chest like lightning was evident in his voice, "composing an itinerary for the day?"

Re: Van Horne Suite

[deathsmajesty]

"Don't expect this to be a regular thing," she said tartly, because it was that or get oddly flustered and clearly that wasn't going to happen. "However, there were several things I saw that I thought would be of interest, and since a few of them required timing, I thought it would be easiest to just plan ahead."

Look, it had just happened, okay?

"And since I hardly figured you would mind..."

Re: Van Horne Suite

[chef_chocobro]

Mind? Would he mind?

Ignis had not yet even bothered to finish reading the itinerary past those first few points of interest before the paper was joining his coffee cup, and he was stepping away from the table to better pull Liliana up and into both his hands this time (and into his arms and into his lips), to kiss her and let her know exactly how much he did not mind.

"I love you," he murmured, during a moment that was absolutely not the end of it, but rather just a pause, for things like breathing and absolutely necessary expressions of adoration in words as well, and then he was kissing her again, until he pulled away again with a smile that refused to be tempered.

"And I," he noted, with a voice verging dangerously toward delighted, "should go shower. I'd hate to be the reason we might be tardy in getting thing started on our...itinerary."

Oh, the way he could make some words sound so impossibly illegal...

Re: Van Horne Suite

[deathsmajesty]

"You know," Liliana said, smile hovering at the intersection of 'warmly pleased', 'terribly smug', and 'very turned on' after that display of appreciation from Ignis, "I also really ought to shower to get ready for the day. And if you wish to keep to the schedule, perhaps we should consider combining our shower? To save time?"

Much as she was sure he'd intended to do, what with that felonious tone of his.

Re: Van Horne Suite

[chef_chocobro]

"As well as resources," Ignis pointed out. "Efficiency and conservation."

Although perhaps not as efficient as it could be, the way he was making absolutely no move toward the shower at that moment, not when he could be kissing her yet again.

"A brilliant idea, darling," he added, with a grin, because of course it would be solely her idea that she should be getting the utmost credit for, no matter what felonious tones might suggest otherwise.

Re: Van Horne Suite

[deathsmajesty]

"I must retain my Queen of Vacations title somehow," Liliana said, enjoying the stroking of her ego as much as she'd enjoy--ahem.

Her own voice slid down in register, ripe with promise. "I should hate to leave you wanting, love."

615

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

Yesterday, a great deal had been made about how big the bed was and how they probably wouldn't even notice each other considering the oceans of mattress between them.

Apparently that had been very optimistic of them. The morning dawned on the two of them roughly in the middle of the bed, cuddled up together, Arden tucked under Cal's chin.

This would surely lead to a totally fine and normal wake up, with exactly zero flailing. Until then, Arden was just going to sigh happily and snuggle closer to the source of warmth at her back.

[Cal modded with permission.]

Churchill Suite

[single_man_tear]

For a guy who’d spent most of his life in one-star motels and dive bars, Dean was getting weirdly comfortable in this fancy hotel setup.

Still in his bathrobe, he was digging into breakfast (a burger with a fried egg and hashbrowns) while ESPN blared in the background. He’d already set up call forwarding to Garth, so as far as he was concerned, he had a solid week of no island drama, no monsters, and no weirdness.

Dean was also waiting for the butler to bring back his flannel and jeans after they’d been pressed. Because honestly, he had no clue what else you were supposed to do with a butler.

Room 609 (nice)

[x_wondrous_x]

Stewart was not a morning person. Stewart was not a school trip person. Stewart wasn't even much of a fancy hotel person.

He was, however, very much a wallow in the paralyzing listlessness of one's own ennui sort of person, and that was, for the most part, what his plans for the beginning half of the way was likely to be, sprawled out on his bed with his trapper hat covering his face and eventually having to assure the housekeeping staff that, no, he wasn't dead.

He just wished he were!

Trudeau^2 suite

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

This place was immense and very white (except for the throw pillows, which looked weirdly bloodstained), and it was a bit unnerving, honestly.

The robes were very nice and fluffy, though. After Jon showered and dressed, he was just going to put that fluffy robe back on and sit in the main room and look over what the hotel had to offer.

Room (two four)601

[noonedecidesmyfate]

The accommodations were lovely and Belle had received a text about going on an adventure that day (thanks, Arden!) and so she was cheerfully getting herself ready for the day.

What did one wear while ziplining? Not a skirt, surely.