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Barry Grant
Barry Grant
Old Shoe

Feb-4-2007 13:01

Built in 1880, near the beginning of the Gilded Age, its mahogany walls were still in very good condition. The gilding on the marble columns was just starting to peel and the imported Oriental rugs did show some wear but all in all a very nice place to stay.

Many important people have stayed there due to the excellent food, courteous service, and a certain amount of discretion afforded by the management. Many important people still do, however due to the unwillingness of the management to cooperate with the press, this cannot be confirmed.

The hotel's low profile helps keep it a bit obscure which is what attracts the rich, powerful, and those who want to hide in style.


R Anstett
R Anstett

Feb-4-2007 13:51

He walked up to the concierge desk.

"Hello I need a room for the night please. There will be two of us. She will be here later. My.... fiance... Maria. She works down the street. She will be here after her shift. I will ring her with the room number."

"Thank you, up the elevator and to the right? Room 312?"

He slipped off quietly to his room and freshed up for his guest.

Pinball Amateur

Feb-4-2007 14:30

Max and Leo pushed the gurney slowly down the Hotel corridor, finally arriving at Suite 1435. Sahira Quadir, a Department Agent, quickly unlocked the Suite's door, and held it open for the rest of the group.

Once inside, the bodyguards carried the stretcher into one of the two bedrooms, and gently lifted Barry off of it and onto the bed. A second female Agent, Rosie Oliver, a thin, blond-haired, buxom woman, came into the bedroom and deposited a suitcase on the dressertop.

She then placed a medical bag beside it, and turned around to speak to Barry. "Mr. Grant, I'm Rosie, and this is Sahira," she said, nodding at the beautiful dark-haired, olive-skinned woman, "we're going to be looking after you while you're recuperating. We'll be taking shifts for your care, Sahira during the day, and me at night. We'll be using the other bedroom across the suite. Max and Leo will be on guard, one in the Sitting Room, and one outside the door. They'll also have relief guards at night. Your lady friend Andrea is in a room three doors down, and your sister and her children are staying on the next floor down. They're free to visit you any time you like. We'll be screening any other visitors you have in the Lobby of the Hotel."

She picked up a blanket, spreading it quickly over the pale, fatigued man. "We'll let you get some sleep now." She dimmed the beside lamp, then followed the others out. Barry quickly drifted off to sleep, more exhausted than he would have believed from the journey from the hospital.


Feb-4-2007 19:45

Elizabeth walked into the hotel. She was exhausted after solving so many cases within such a short time, but she wasn't here only for pleasure, people on the street were whispering rumors about this hotel. No matter how ridiculous the rumors a few friends had asked her to find out if they were true.

So here she was, standing in the lobby (and a very high end one at that), not knowing how to proceed. Deciding that she should get some sleep and mull it over in the morning, she checked into a room and unlocked the door to find something that she had never expected to see there.

Violet Parr
Violet Parr

Feb-5-2007 04:25

A purple gloved hand held a white envelope and pushed it forward over the Concierge desk. “Good day Sir, I need to post this letter, please.”

The Bellboy looked up to find a dark-haired woman brightly smiling at him, though he did not smile back, he attempted to turn her away as politely as possible. “Then take it to the post office, Ma’am. It is down the street and around the corner.”

“It’s just that I am in a hurry, I am leaving to London today, and I am about to check out of the Hotel. It all seems to be such a terrible rush, and this letter, though important in nature, is yet another inconvenience. Would you be so kind as to run over there yourself and ensure that it is posted?”

“I am sorry Ma’am-”

“Miss… It is Miss Feathers.”

“Well I’m sorry Miss Feathers, as much as I’d like to help, I can’t leave the Concierge right now.”

To that the dark haired woman raised an eyebrow, and adjusted her large violet hat, before she spoke sharply again. “You can’t or you shan’t?”

“Look Lady…” the Bellboy’s reply suddenly started to fade away as the young woman was startled by an astonishing sight. A man was being carried on a stretcher across the hotel lobby and past the front desk, unquestioned, as if it was a normal everyday occurrence. She caught a glimpse of the man’s face, and she was totally and utterly dumbfounded… It was none other than Mr. Barry Grant!

Violet Parr breathed deeply. As soon as she was able to regain her senses and logic, she reached for her large dark shades and quickly attempted to adjust her large violet hat so that it would cover the majority of her face. She turned to the Bellboy, faked politeness, and forced and nervous smile. “Thank you Sir, your rudeness is highly appreciated. However, I am more appreciative of my time, and as I am running out of it, you will have to kindly excuse me.”




“Good day!”

Barry Grant
Barry Grant
Old Shoe

Feb-5-2007 05:47

Not only did Barry sleep through the night but he was still asleep when Rosie and Sahira changed shifts.

"How is he?" Rosie asked as she opened the curtains in the living space that separates the bedrooms.

"He's still asleep! I checked on him this morning and it seems he's resting comfortably but I guess the trip from the hospital really wore him down."

Rosie was not convinced that this was the reason. She had heard of the visits he's had at the hosptial and of the longer visits from Miss X. "Well, at least he's getting some rest now." she said with a wry grin. "Have you had breakfast?"

Rosie called room service and ordered a breakfast for 2. Fifteen minutes later it arrived and they began eating. About halfway through, they heard Barry call out. They both quickly ran to his room to see what he wanted.

When they got there, he was still asleep but was smiling and mumbling something. They couldn't quite make it out but also didn't want to wake him up because they knew he needed rest.

Sahira, who hates cold eggs, said, "Let's leave the door ajar and go back to breakfast. He's probably just dreaming about his friend, Miss X." Rosie agreed and they went back out to the living space. What they didn't know was moments after they left, the smile left Barry's face but his dreaming contnued.


Feb-5-2007 06:49

Andrea woke up, for a moment not knowing where she was. The past few days had been draining. She got up, ordered breakfast and, after eating it, went to see how Barry was doing.

"Good morning ladies" - Andrea said to the nurses - "I am just going to see how Barry is doing"

And with that she walked into the room, igonoring the shaking heads of the nurses.

Immediately she noticed Barry mumbling in his sleep.

"Barry?" - she shook him gently - "Barry! Are you all right?"

Violet Parr
Violet Parr

Feb-5-2007 09:58

As the sun was slowly rising, Violet Parr was pacing the floors of her small hotel room. She had not managed to sleep all night, and spent the night contemplating her current predicament. Miss Parr let out a sigh and recalled the conversation she had at the hotel front desk the morning before.

“Good day, I need to check out… Yes… If you please... That would be so kind… Miss Feathers… Miss Jezebel Feathers…”

“How would you like to pay?”


“Ah yes, Miss Feathers… You total bill amounts to $10,601.95”

“Come again? No I’m sorry, would you please check again. There must be some sort of mistake.”

“Hmmm… No mistake Miss Feathers, $10,601.95, is there some sort of problem?”

“There is no problem, but that sounds ridiculous. I only stayed for ten nights, and I ate outside most nights. You are not implying that you charged me a $1000 a night for that tiny room I was given! That’s simply absurd!”

“Ma’am, our hotel offers services and amenities that are not available anywhere else in New York. Our discretion is priceless… Miss Feathers is it?”

“Uh oh… indeed…”

“We accept other methods of payment.”

“On second thought, I have decided to stay a few more nights if the room is still available.”

“Certainly. It is our cheapest room, and very few of our guests book it.”

Violet Parr did not like the tone of the receptionist back then, and she did not like it in retrospect now. However, she was put in a very difficult and embarrassing situation. She had simply run out of cash. She only used cash for hotels, and she could not believe the inflation: How the prices escalated exponentially. She had telegrammed for funds, and felt trapped as she awaited them.

She had to stay put, and keep a low profile in the hope that things will unravel for her benefit very quickly. Surely things will be fine, for what can go wrong in a hotel that charges its guests a $1000 per night!

Violet Parr
Violet Parr

Feb-5-2007 10:43

While Miss Parr was pacing her room in an attempt to calm her nerves, the hotel receptionist down at the hotel lobby received a mysterious visitor.

He approached the woman discreetly. "Is she here?"

"Yes, we have her in room 607. She is not even using her real name. She is staying under the name of Miss Jezebel Feathers."

The man smiled mysteriously. "She uses that name quite a lot. Is she in her room right now?"

"I believe she hasn't left yet. She attempted to check out yesterday and I had to go through with an elaborate lie to keep her in."

The man was suddenly alerted. "She does not know of our intentions?"

"Not at all Sir, I just made it so that the Hotel bill would be impossible for her to pay. She is not from New York, so she would not know. You better work fast, she could easily wise up to the plan should she make any further inquiries."

"Indeed." The man had a sly malicious grin on his face. He passed the receptionist a brown envelope. "Thank you, Lucy, for all your troubles."

"Not at all Sir, I am here whenever I am needed."

With that the man made his way to room 607.

Barry Grant
Barry Grant
Old Shoe

Feb-5-2007 10:47

As Andrea was gently shaking Barry awake, he became more agitated in his sleep. His brow became knitted and his breathing became more rapid. His mumblings became louder and more coherent. "Stop! Don't touch her! Get out of the way!" His arms began to flail.

"Nurses!" Andrea called out and began to shake him more vigorously. Rosie and Sahira came running in as Barry was waking up.

"Andrea! What? Where am I? What's going on? Where's Director jasNmushu?" Barry's eyes were wide and he was looking all about.

"There, there. You've been moved from the hospital to a hotel. You had a bad dream." Andrea tried to calm him by brushing his hair back off of his eyes with her hand.

Barry started to calm down. "Oh, OK. Did they move Director jasNmushu too?" Barry looked from Andrea to Rosie to Sahira and back again. No one wanted to tell him the truth.

"Well?" he insisted. "She risked her life for me." He could see the avoidance in the ladies' eyes. "What are you not telling me?"

They all did not want to be the ones to tell him that Director jasNmushu did not make it. After a barely noticeable pause, Rosie said, "That's not your concern right now." and began plumping up his pillows. "You've been asleep for 24 hours and you need food now. I'm going to call room service." and with that she left the room.

Sahira followed Rosie's exit closely with, "Goodbye, Mr. Grant, I'll see you later tonight.". Barry watched them leave giving him no time to insist they answer his question.

He turned to Andrea. "What's going on??" Andrea wasn't entirely sure what the story was so she didn't feel like she was lying when she said, "I'm not sure, darling. Maybe Dr. Adams can answer that question better."

Barry knew when someone doesn't answer a question it means the worst. He didn't want to put Andrea on the spot so he dropped it for now. "OK, I'll wait for Dr. Adams." Barry smiled at her. "I'm so glad to wake up to your face. "

Violet Parr
Violet Parr

Feb-5-2007 11:20

Wearing huge dark sunglasses that covered her face, and a Violet scarf that held her hair away from her face and behind her shoulders, Miss Violet Parr passed the mysterious man whom did not recognize her covered face. She made her way to the front desk and pushed her key to the receptionist across the desk.

Lucy, the receptionist, was mystified. "Going somewhere Miss Feathers?"

"Good day to you Miss." Behind the shades, Violet Parr's eyes flashed with anger at the receptionist's continuous rudeness. "I am going to eat! I have not had a decent meal all day yesterday, and I am definitely not ordering room service."

With a toss of the head, Miss Parr left the hotel lobby.

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