Indy and Mike's suite

[henry_jones_jr]

"...So I fed her this bullshit line about cheffing and bartending jobs being a conflict of interest," Indy chuckles. "Heh. You should've seen her flail. Definitely one of my top five classic interview moments so far

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[doc_evil]

Of course not.

It's custom-made; one-of-a-kind. The lines are impeccable, the slight dip at the top perfectly rendered. The color is so black it's almost blue. The rubber, the metal, the ergonomic controls: all are gleaming. No expense was spared.

Such exquisite workmanship can't be ordered from a catalog or infomercial; it must be commissioned.

Evilly.

As the residents of Suite 134 stare at this magnificent specimen of machinery, there's a faint whirr and it begins to rotate. Slowly, slowly it turns, and gray quasi-futuristic pants and shuffling feet come into sight. Then come a pair of child-size shoes beside the polyester clad knees. Two bald heads are next, wearing similarly superior expressions. It doesn't matter that one is on a different level. They are identical (sort of) in every way. They could be two statues: the David and the miniature plaster souvenir knockoff you buy on a Florence street corner to take home and dress up in your favorite evil doll clothes. Or something

[v_knidh8er]

"Pa!", Mini-Me barks in protest. Clearly someone doesn't want to stop spinning just yet.
The Little Guytm is grinning from ear to ear...literally.

[henry_jones_jr]

That grin is terrifying. So it's kinda fortunate that Indy doesn't see it. A hand is covering his face, and he's groaning loudly.

"I thought we agreed that Marian was the winner!" he exclaims, and swats at Mike irritably. "You forgot to tell her didn't you. And this is what the auction result defaulted to."

"That's just great, Mike."