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I'd make it out just to fall on my head
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kuno_ichiTwenty-six hours. April had been stuck in this place for twenty-six hours, and enough was enough.
Shockingly, the situation had turned out to be completely un-sinister. She was seldom as wary as Master Splinter or the guys thought she ought to be, but she'd known enough to not take Hotel Nexus or whatever it was called at face value. Since her arrival yesterday afternoon, she'd been conducting an investigation, and had spied on both guests and staff of the hotel. This had required listening through closed doors and skulking in shadowy alcoves in what she felt was a very ninja-like fashion. She'd even sneaked up to the attic to check for secret Kraang machinery, and at one point had pinched a housekeeper to determine if he was a robot. Her efforts had turned up nothing but old Christmas decorations and some tiny bottles of shampoo hurled angrily at her head.
So maybe the place really was what it claimed to be: An innocuous luxury hotel in its own tiny universe. It was strange, but she'd encountered way stranger. The employees of the hotel were predictably polite, but not in a Stepford or pod people kind of way, and most of the guests seemed pretty okay with being there. It would have been cool if she hadn't been completely unable to get back home again.
A lot could happen in twenty-six hours, and she could picture perfectly how things were going back home with her missing. Leo, putting on the good leader face but secretly worried to death; Raph having to be held back from launching an attack against the Kraang or the Foot or both; Mikey stress eating everything in sight. And Donnie, well. Donnie was probably on the cusp of having a full-on meltdown.
She really needed to get back, if only to avoid the clean up.
The door she'd arrived through had shown back up in the lobby about twenty minutes ago, but of course it wouldn't open. There was a key hole, but attempting to peer through it revealed only darkness beyond. She'd done everything she could think of: Jiggle the handle, use a credit card, sweet-talk the lock. Her patience was wearing perilously thin.
"Come on," she sighed, and gave the knob another futile turn. "Come on, come on, COME ON!"
All at once, she braced one foot against the door and began violently shaking the knob, her entire body shaking with it.
"LET. ME. AHHHhhhh!"
Hands slipping, April went tumbling backward, landing on the floor with a hard thump. Sprawled on her butt, she puffed the hair from her eyes and glared.
Shockingly, the situation had turned out to be completely un-sinister. She was seldom as wary as Master Splinter or the guys thought she ought to be, but she'd known enough to not take Hotel Nexus or whatever it was called at face value. Since her arrival yesterday afternoon, she'd been conducting an investigation, and had spied on both guests and staff of the hotel. This had required listening through closed doors and skulking in shadowy alcoves in what she felt was a very ninja-like fashion. She'd even sneaked up to the attic to check for secret Kraang machinery, and at one point had pinched a housekeeper to determine if he was a robot. Her efforts had turned up nothing but old Christmas decorations and some tiny bottles of shampoo hurled angrily at her head.
So maybe the place really was what it claimed to be: An innocuous luxury hotel in its own tiny universe. It was strange, but she'd encountered way stranger. The employees of the hotel were predictably polite, but not in a Stepford or pod people kind of way, and most of the guests seemed pretty okay with being there. It would have been cool if she hadn't been completely unable to get back home again.
A lot could happen in twenty-six hours, and she could picture perfectly how things were going back home with her missing. Leo, putting on the good leader face but secretly worried to death; Raph having to be held back from launching an attack against the Kraang or the Foot or both; Mikey stress eating everything in sight. And Donnie, well. Donnie was probably on the cusp of having a full-on meltdown.
She really needed to get back, if only to avoid the clean up.
The door she'd arrived through had shown back up in the lobby about twenty minutes ago, but of course it wouldn't open. There was a key hole, but attempting to peer through it revealed only darkness beyond. She'd done everything she could think of: Jiggle the handle, use a credit card, sweet-talk the lock. Her patience was wearing perilously thin.
"Come on," she sighed, and gave the knob another futile turn. "Come on, come on, COME ON!"
All at once, she braced one foot against the door and began violently shaking the knob, her entire body shaking with it.
"LET. ME. AHHHhhhh!"
Hands slipping, April went tumbling backward, landing on the floor with a hard thump. Sprawled on her butt, she puffed the hair from her eyes and glared.