Just Outside Kenzi's Suite at the Arms Hotel, Sunday Afternoon

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It had taken Nikolai and that-one-cook-with-his-memory some time to find a cop who actually remembered being a cop, and, while he had side-eyed the uniforms somewhat, he had to commend the small handful of troopers who had arrived when he'd reported the fraudulent credit cards and the attempt to pull one over on the hotel. They'd taken his statement, looked into the papers he'd provided, and double-checked to make certain that the card that had been declined yesterday had, in fact, been reported as stolen.

And now came the fun part.

Nikolai rapped his knuckles against the door while the troopers shuffled out of sight of the peep hole.

"Maid service."

Yeah, he had no idea what his job was strictly supposed to be, but if it involved more arrests, Nikolai would be okay with that.

[OOC: For that fraud!]

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"What?" Kenzi sighed, and flailed her way off the big bed, then wandered over to the door. "I didn't order any! ... Although, you know, I could use more towels."

Kenzi opened the door, blinked, then quickly tried to shut it again. Not a maid! Nope! Something going on!

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Definitely something going on. And if that something involved troopers shouldering the door open before Kenzi could shut it entirely, well...

"You sure? Seems like there's a little more trash in there than there ought to be," Nikolai quipped. There was just something about banter that made this whole thing even better. "We just want to get it out of there, you know?"

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"Ah! Ruuuuude!" Kenzi said, jumping up on top of the bed and then bouncing up and down. "You're the one that brought the buzz-killers with you!"

Grabbing her might take a little bit with all that bouncing.

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"Yeah, you'd think we don't like credit fraud here or something," Nikolai replied dryly, watching as a handful of troopers tried to corner her in. He was standing in the doorway in case she decided to make a break for it, and they were far enough up that a jump out the window would be... exceptionally stupid. She didn't exactly have many options, here. "Think of it this way. You got a decent room and room service for a night, all for the low cost of an all-expense paid trip to jail."

"Maah."

... Of course the tiny antelope had come along. She was hanging out behind Nikolai's left leg, watching the proceedings as though wondering if she ought to be demonstrating how to bounce properly. Everyone here was pretty bad at it.

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Kenzi was now bouncing between the two beds, avoiding grabs by the Imperial Empire's and Fandom's Finest... Somethings.

"But I like it here! And I swear, I think I own this place! Really!"

She stopped to catch her breath for a second as a Stormtrooper imitated the 10th Monkey and wound up on the floor, and pointed at the goat. "You watch your mouth, Mascot. That's no way to talk to your customers."

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"Customers pay," Nikolai sighed, running a hand through his hair. "C'mon, you guys. You'd do better if you just stood between the two beds, you know."

Seriously, how was he the brains of this operation? He couldn't even remember what the hell he'd named his pet goat.

Or why he even had one.

"Anyway, the owner's name is Mary. We actually have employees here who remember that much. So you're shit outta luck there, 'Ms. Jones.'"

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"Damnit. Tits!" Kenzi swore, pouting as the troopers actually followed Nikolai's orders and lined up. Another couple bounces-- just because she could, and who knew when she'd next be on a bed this soft-- and Kenzi jumped off, aiming to crowd-surf.

That did not end well. For any of them.

"...ow."

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Nikolai was just staring, now. How the hell did these guys even get on the island's police force in the first place?

"Like a friggin' gong show," he muttered under his breath.

"Mah."

"C'mon, guys. Brush it off. You're wearing body armor, here, you'll live."

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Kenzi managed to start crawling for the door. But there was that damn goat. Glaring at her. Like a demon-thingy.

She sighed, and sat back on her heels. "Okay, okay, okay! I know when I'm beat. Sorta." She stuck out her tongue at the goat. "It's a fair cop, guvnor," she added in an atrocious Cockney accent.

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If Jono had been around, he would have been so sad at you, Kenzi.

"As fair as it's gonna get, anyway. Now do me a favor and don't struggle too much on the way out. If you knock over anything in the hall, I'm the one who has to clean it up."

Or so he'd been informed. Nick had no idea if that was just something the other members of the staff were telling him because he couldn't remember otherwise or not.

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Kenzi had a momentarily vengeful glint in her eye, but then two of the stormtroopers finally got up, and each grabbed an arm. Suspending her some six inches over the floor.

"Fiiiiiine. But I want you to know your Yelp rating is really going to suffer for this!"

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"Too bad we have a monopoly on all the hospitality service on the island, huh?"

Or, at least, Nikolai was pretty sure they did. It was a small friggin' island.

"Maaaah!"