Room 315, The Arms Hotel, Thursday Night

Halloween. Today of all days, Nikolai was used to some kind of fuss going on outside, people in costumes (beyond just what they wore to work on movie sets, of course), parties, the whole nine yards. And he'd even contemplated going to the party in town for a bit, but he didn't have a costume of his own, and he'd taken one step outside, was hit upside the head by a falling Snickers bar, and had 'noped' his way straight to the Causeway.

( Baltimore had been far more his speed tonight, anyhow. )

[Open for anyone who wants to swing by Nick's room. Mostly just here for a bit of canon goodness. Snippets of conversations grabbed from ExHeroes.]