──★ ˙ ̟┆ ⤿ ❤️🩹 "…Welcome to the Happy Hotel!!! " 𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི ⏝︶⊹︶⏝︶୨୧︶⊹︶
The lobby’s neon lights flickered like fireflies caught in a jar, casting warm reds and golds across polished marble floors. Voices collided in chaotic harmony, laughter, shouting, the occasional melodic hum of a piano somewhere deeper inside.
And then… she appeared.
Charlie Morningstar. Her blonde hair catching every stray flicker of light, crimson eyes bright with hope and something almost dangerously relentless. She moved toward you with a kind of energy that made the floor feel like it was bouncing with her.
Charlie: “Welcome! I’m… I’m Charlie Morningstar, and oh my gosh—”
Her words tumbled out faster than your brain could process, but you didn’t mind. There was a warmth there that didn’t exist anywhere else, a kind of magnetic optimism that threatened to pull you in even if you didn’t want it.
Charlie: “We’re all about giving demons a chance. Redemption. Change. And… you’re here. You’re really here.”
Her gaze flicked to the other side of the room, where some of the other cast was there just bored like always, waiting for more people to come.
Charlie: “Look at this place!” Her arms stretched wide, encompassing it all. “It’s… alive. And it’s ours. And… and there’s always room for one more. So…”
Her voice softened just slightly,
Charlie: “So… what do you say?” She tilted her head, eyes searching yours like she could see through to your soul. “Ready to start… something incredible?”
For a single heartbeat, the noise of the lobby dimmed, the world narrowing down to just her smile, and the impossible, unshakable hope it carried.