In Lieu of a Good Excuse

[victoriousscarf]

Martin tapped a rolled up newspaper against the counter in front of him, gray eyes taking in the people wondering through the main entrance, trying to pick out any regulars or suspicious activity. He turned his head to snap at one of the bell boys before turning back to his original view.

[spiderbears]

((Mac's decided to make a sudden reappearance...though I will warn you, he's probably in the foulest of moods.))

Macavity stood silently in the lift, casting a smooth gaze rightward where a bellhop appeared to be cowering by the lever. Unmoved by the young bellhop's fear, he exited the gilded lift interior with a serpentine waltz onto the creamy, expensive looking tiles of the lobby. He counted the number of 'Good Evening Sir's with little care toward their giver, feeling content with wallowing in a less-then-stellar mood.

The Demoniaque was running smoothly, dusk having settled on Felidae with a gentle ease, yet the hotel began one of its busiest hours leading to a usually busy night. Cooly, Mac eyed the floor ahead, taking particular note of a subtly darker patch. Shifting his aquamarine gaze skyward, her glared at one of the chandeliers blown bulbs, a noncommital grunt edging his throat. If anything, the Demoniaque was a hotel of glamorous detailing, and Macavity always took note of detail.

His stride was more of a dangerous wander, an air of casual power eminating from the ginger fiend as he approached the front desk, paws in pockets as he was silently nodded to by several housestaff who skipped away upon sight of him.

"Its a shame, Martin, this evening cannot be enjoyed by our guests, isn't it?" Macavity's near hypnotic voice announced slyly as Martin's head was turned from him, a sneaking approach that was becoming of few but the Napoleon of Crime himself. Macavity's snake-like eyes flickered over Martin's frame, eyeing him carefully as his brilliant mind began to twist, pre-empting Martin's answer to his pseudo-rhetoric question.

[victoriousscarf]

Martin managed not to jump or give any other outward sign of the fact that Macavity's sudden appearance behind him nearly scared him out of his hide. He adjusted his glasses, and turned to the other. "Whatever do you mean, sir?" There was a problem he was not aware of? His staff was going to pay for this.

[spiderbears]

The ginger fiend batted away a smirk, instead retaining the same smarmy expression through his piercing stare.
"Do pay particular attention to the lighting..." The ginger tom wagged his tail subtly behind him, not breaking the prolonged jundgement of his gaze, "More often then not, things tend to happen in the dark."

[victoriousscarf]

Martin's eyes flickered up to the ceiling and he scowled when he noticed the light had gone out. Damn his staff, didn't any of them ever bother to look up? How had he missed that for that matter? He adjusted his glasses one more time, eyes flicking down to the phone in front of him. "We certainly wouldn't want something to happen," he said smoothly to Macavity, dialing for one of his workers to come and fix the problem.

[spiderbears]

"I shouldn't think you would." Macavity smoothed eerily, eyeing the hushed bustling of his patrons across the lobby in the entrance lounge and house bar.
"Tell me Martin, anyone of interest I should need to know who's checked in?" Mac glanced slightly at the ebony lobby desk, envisioning the log and account books behind it.

[victoriousscarf]

Martin shook his head, watching the repairman scurry across the room at his summons. "No one of interest yet. But the night is still mostly young." He glanced down at his log. "I know a certain Mr. Yuld, of the city council has made a reservation for later, for example."

[spiderbears]

Macavity eyed the light bulb replacing carefully, noting the gentle sway of the crested chandelier arcs at the bearing of weight the repairman placed on it.
"I suppose he is of some interest then. His usual suite I assume?" Macavity's tone was dry, rather bored.

[victoriousscarf]

Martin glanced down again to check. "I believe so. He's not know for... varying his routine after all." He was watching the replacement with about as much interest as Macavity.

[spiderbears]

"I assume its the secretary then." Macavity noted this was the third time in a month the local boardmember had forgone Mrs. Yuld and his four young children in favour of his young assistance; a useful tidbit for later.

[victoriousscarf]

((Also, omg I'm sorry, my internet has been shorting out tonight, it just went out for like half an hour.))

Martin nodded. "It is most likely. One may perhaps approve of his tastes, if not his actions."

[spiderbears]

((That's Ok, I was ondering where you went! lol))

"I suppose. He does always seem to tip the maids." Macavity responded with a nonchalant air, "Have a record of outgoing calls taken from his room. I'd like to see to it any business will be conducted in one of our business suites, rather then our private rooms..."

[victoriousscarf]

((It's the downside of going home: lack of reliable internets))

Martin nodded. "Of course. I'll see to it especially."

[spiderbears]

((Aww...*spider-ear hug*))

Macavity nodded coolly, ear flickering at the sound of younger, drunker ladies stumbling into the lobby and giggling incessantly at him. Were he slightly less cold, he would have taken advantage of the benefits of attractive admirers, but he had business to do, and little patience to drunken pawing on his clean shirt.

[victoriousscarf]

((The upside is the purring cat that's been napping on my feet for the last three hours so... win some, lose some, I'm happy with the cat ))

Martin winced at the loud laughing. He shuffled some papers rather than deal with the young queens. He perhaps wouldn't mind them so much if they weren't drunk and... so loud. It made his ears flicker back. "There's also some news about the new Police Commissioner."