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Drac from Hotel Transylvania
No, no, Mouse. I just heard a noise in this roo... What is this! Who's there? Ah. Someone reading about me and my time in the Human World. I see.
Wait! Then why are you here????
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Wednesday, Drac's suite
Drac had finally decided to up and leave the clinic. Upon returning home, he found a message on his phone from Mavis ( Read more... ) -
Thursday handwavy time after the town meeting, Drac's suite at the Arms
It had been days since housekeeping had been in the suite - he'd long discovered that Martha couldn't move or talk when he wasn't alone. And how could he do that, shut her back into her lonely prison? Drac had given up sleeping in his coffin, too. Shutting the lid against Martha had just hurt too much. He wasn't sleeping anyway. He still had so ( Read more... ) -
Tuesday Evening, Drac's Suite
While it wasn't unusual for Drac to be up so long after dawn, it was unusual for him to be up and not doing things, ordering staff about, yelling at suppliers, or placating guests ( Read more... ) -
Drac's office, Tuesday
Drac's office hours had technically been yesterday, but Drac liked his office, okay? Also, Mavis was very unlikely to show up there and ( find out what he was doing... ) -
Office hours, Monday, RIDICULOUS o'clock - aka. Daytime.
When the line connected, Drac uttered a line he hadn't for about 75 years: "Wayne, I need your help with Mavis."
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Drac's suite at the Hotel, Sunday, after dusk
Owning a hotel full of monsters with varying personal needs meant he was on call 24-hours a day. But while Drac was used to being awake at odd hours, he'd always tried to keep a proper personal dining schedule for Mavis' sake; both Martha and he had agreed that gathering together as a family, at least at the table, was important in the development ( Read more... ) -
Voicemail
Hello, operator?
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Hello? Is anybody there?
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What kind of hotel is this, that there is no one operating the switchboard? Where is the management? Hello?!
Fine I will go downstairs myself. Always *fading voice* if you want something done right...
*sound of door opening and closing*
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Casting - Sour Grapes of Death
The Play: Sour Grapes of Death (adapted from Sour Grapes of Wrath http://www.whodunitmysteries.com/sour.htmlRead more... )
