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[idesof]

[ March's voicemail message will be the standard sort for a while, and expect replies from him to be slow/strange as he tries to understand this Modern Age.

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[idesof]

[Wife!!! Pardon him as he flattens down his hair like she can totally see him, she just has that sort of impact on him, let him live.]

Is that so? Wonderful work, darling! As for our front desk problem, perhaps you could have yourself a meal?

[callhousekeeping]

[She promises not to comment on his hair that she can't see. She's sure it looks nice.]

As long as we have no need of them elsewhere. I'd hardly take a good body from the staff when the hotel needs it more.

[MOB, money over blood, bitches.]

[idesof]

[March's silence is filled with the noise of papers being flipped, clearly looking up something before...]

Lives alone. Only known relatives are estranged and on the other side of the country. No religious affiliation. No club memberships. Doesn't even have a library card. [It's almost like there was a hope this would happen when their front desk problem was hired or something!] He's been with us less than a month. Hardly enough time to be indispensable. I'd say he isn't needed anywhere, dear.

[callhousekeeping]

[James March's most impressive feat ever: getting his employees to detail all this creepy information on paper. He should be teaching business school classes.

Speaking of creepy, it's very clear that Countess takes the crown for creepy chuckles.]

Oh, but that's where you're wrong, James. He's needed at dinner. Surely you'd like to come and do the honors.

[idesof]

[Literally no one has ever regretted sharing the secrets of their lives with Mister March, just ask John Lowe.

What an offer. Falling in love with Countess for the ninety billionth time, he is.]

Gladly, dearest. Shall we let him finish his shift before we invite him to dinner?

[callhousekeeping]

[Literally no one.]

But of course. His replacement won't be joining us until after the wedding. Sally can man the desk until then, she does love telling people where they can and can't be.

[idesof]

She does have a way with people. [Hahaha.] I could man the bar in her place until Tobias returns from his honeymoon.

[He totally looks like a theme bartender anyway.]

[callhousekeeping]

You've always managed to be the life of the party, dear. Even when you were very, very dead. I imagine you'll have a splendid few nights at the bar.

[idesof]

[O-Oh, her vote of confidence is worth everything. His chest feels constricted but in a good way is this love????]

You're more than welcome to come by and see for yourself. I'll keep something on hand for your preferred cocktail.

[callhousekeeping]

[Well, he would probably know if it was suffocation.]

How can I refuse that? [Answer: by not refusing it and also just not showing up, although she can't help but be tempted by a nice glass of blood and triple sec.] I'll let you know once I've finalized arrangements with Toby.

[idesof]

Splendid! [If she never shows up, oh well. He's spent decades pining after her, what's a few nights stuck behind a bar?] I'll see you this evening, dearest. Our former front desk worker is scheduled off just before sundown.

[Because that sounds more romantic than a solid time, and he's all about romance.]

[callhousekeeping]

[She's just so busy! She might come if he gets really good blood.]

I'll be there with bells on. We can see if you're able to turn blood to absinthe.

[idesof]

[If it was a slow night he could murder the only other person in the room tbh fresh is best]

I haven't tried! Fitting, you being the one to put the idea out there. [Hopefully they'll never argue and it ends up being used for Bad Purposes; gonna be in the dog house forever.] We'll see either way. Together.

[kiss kiss]

[callhousekeeping]

[It's true. Countess thinks they've been working well sharing kills, keeping the discretion. Teamwork makes the dream work.]

Together, then. We'll speak later, James. Remember that you have to press "end" to hang up.