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Date: Sep 12, 2009
Susie and Simon Simpleton's Hotel
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The hotel was not far from his flat, as it turned out. A relatively quiet and uneventful jaunt on the local subway landed him within a few blocks' walk of the place and, after some consideration, Six decided to investigate further.

They had not appealed to him. Not initially. Something about them had been 'off' and it was not solely the fact that they bumbled around like a pair of very typical American tourists taking in the sights and sounds of Rome. Their super-saccharine attitudes had been a vicious reminder of the innocuous sort of innocence he'd been surrounded with prior to the accident and that alone, if not coupled with the few puzzling questions their seemingly random appearance had inspired, would have almost been enough to see Six hating them.

His emotions were simple. With Rush alone did they become something slightly more complicated. The merman had an effect on Six that he was entirely unsettled by, and yet, he continued to return to the aquarium because that effect simultaneously comforted him. All the two tourists had been were a reminder of something Six could never again become: normal. Even with their extra-sensory gifts, they had been people. Happy people enjoying the city with trials and troubles and an unfettered, bright-eyed innocence about them that Six remembered having known, but no longer could feel or be.

He had considered dropping by that hotel once before. It had taken very little investigative work to get the address. In the days following the incident he had, as a matter of fact, taken the subway to the hotel and stared at it from across the street and over the many heads and hard-tops of passing street traffic. But on that day he'd done nothing more than observe the hotel's immediate vicinity... to what subway station it was nearest, to what sites it seemed to be within walking distance from, whether there were tourist attractions near or far, whether it seemed a popular hotel, and for that matter, if there were good restaurants in the vicinity. To anyone else these little observations would have seemed ridiculous, but for Six, scoping out and understanding everything he could about these two odd, supposedly paranormal tourists without having to actually stand next to them again face-to-face was worth doing. Going into any situation with more information was better than walking into it blind.

But then the incident with Ver and Rush at the aquarium had disrupted any intentions he'd had of slipping to that hotel and attempting to locate the two. Perhaps by the time he arrived, now, weeks later, they would have left. Switched hotels. Caught a ride to a different city. If, after all, they truly were as bright eyed, naive, and innocent as they had seemed, they were in the wrong city. They would have done better to live in New York, where there was likewise a bustling supernatural population and there were sure to be others 'like themselves'... but New York even with the darkness it, too possessed... wasn't nearly as dangerous a city as Rome seemed to be.

He had been out earlier that day, but for once, not looking for work. In the lingering warmth of Summer, with the sun still high and jackets unnecessary, Six was dressed casually. He wore jeans and sneakers, a black sleeveless undershirt, and he wore both his sunglasses on his face, and his regular glasses hooked casually into the neckline/collar of his shirt. His hair, as usual, was a hazardous mess of multi-directional brown-black shards, and after lingering for some time across the street... Six stepped forward, and with a nod to one of the people at the door, entered the lobby with little fanfare.

From his pocket, he withdrew a note that he'd written for the two tourists. It was a simple note. it said nothing more than: "You didn't tell me your last names. You didn't tell me what room number you're in. After 8pm I can be found at that same cafe. If you come by, perhaps we can talk." While polite, it didn't protest any real caring, but Six was just interested, just curious enough by the bizarreness of their presence at all that he felt it couldn't hurt to follow-up.

Strolling to the front desk, relieved to find that the attending employee spoke fluent English, he passed the note and proceeded to inquire about the two... whether their names belonged to multiple guests and if not, could she locate them and ensure that they received the note.

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It was impossible to put into words just how much Rowan hated the whole wait-and-see plan Xander had come up with. If it were up to her, Six would have been bagged, tagged, and dragged to some dark corner of the undground tunnel network beneath Rome the minute she and Xander left that stupid cafe.

The fact that Six was still out there in Rome, unmolested and out of their claws, only make her itchier for a resolution. Xander, in his usual Xander way, ignored Rowan's constant predictions about how the two of them would grow old and senile before the little human "boy" (as Xander called him)  would make any sort of move to contact them.  And god help Xander and his plan if it involved any more bruises on her body.

Marks she received during the physical battle she and Xander called sex was one thing, him hurting her because he could excuse it as a "part of the plan"  was a whole other animal.  Rowan had no doubt that Xander's brilliant plan would yield fruit, however all the yielding would be done according to his time table. But let's face it folks, Rowan was not a patient creature.

Members of the Cult were assigned a rotating schedule of watching the hotel. There was even a hotel suite that had been paid for and supposedly occupied by the Lovely Mr... And Mrs... Cleaver. Rowan wasn't the one to pick out the names. Obviously. Once in a while she would pop in there to get a progress report, which for days, nay, weeks has been the same. No activity. No activity.  What's that? Oh yes, no activity.  Which further proved to Rowan that had they gone with her "bag and tag" routine, this thing would have been over and done with ages ago.
Kudos for her, sucked for Xander. Despite her "feelings" for the Djavo, Rowan just couldn't quite keep that cat-who-ate-the-pterodactyl smile off her face whenever she left the hotel. At times she even dressed the part. A flirty sundress here. A pair of shorts there. Horrible cheap cotton garments that made her flash back on the less appetizing years of her life. Now, if it wasn't silk or a designer label, Rowan simply didn't wear it.

So it was with some reservation that Rowan looked over the note that was handed to her when she "popped" into the hotel suite one sunny afternoon fully expecting to receive NO news.  For a window of about five minutes Rowan contemplated burning the letter and killing the two operatives in order to keep this little secret...secret. But naturally someone would find out and she'd have a headache of a time dealing with unnecessary loose ends. With a sigh of outmost regret, Rowan tucked the note into her purse (a straw monstrosity with a pink scarf wrapped around one handle) and slipped outside, looking the very picture of a spooked "tourist" as she exited the hotel. With large sunglasses hiding her eyes, the Djavo made her way to the nearest garden/park area where women took their children to enjoy the last days of Summer.

Rowan didn't need to escape the hotel by hiding among the pedestrians, but it was fun and making an appearance once in a while was quite helpful. Plus in the event that Six was watching the hotel (Rowan would have thought that to be quite the sensible thing to do) he might follow. And with the people the Vatican Cult had walking about, pretending it was their children they were watching. There were always eyes following people in Rome. Sometimes they were even the right ones.  When Rowan found herself nearing a darkened alley, the three walls that shielded the small space from sunlight, Rowan ducked into the space, immediately teleporting to an empty stairwell in the right most building.  From there she could go anywhere she pleased. Her car wasn't parked too far away, it was only a matter of a skip and a jump and she'd be on her way back to Xander to no doubt "make his day."

The lure he cast had just yielded a nibble. It was small it was a start.  Plus maybe she'd get lucky and he'd agree to go with her plan.


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