I think, [ marco intones, his voice mildly wry, ] the house won't hesitate to do anything to get us to play. Messing with us with little inconveniences like this is pretty small stuff, compared to other tricks up its sleeve.

[ sorry to be the bearer of bad news, reno. marco tries to soften the blow as much as he can, but he doesn't see any point in hiding the fact the house can be pretty fucked up when it wants to be. and it seems to consistently want to be.

in the drawer he finds himself a pair of jeans that look like they wouldn't immediately suffocate his legs or slide down his waist, so he hastily gets into that just as reno fixes him with another look. ]

Ah, yes — Marco. [ he looks mildly sheepish about it. ] Sorry, I should have introduced myself first. [ you'd think being here for over a month would have knocked him out of feeling so rattled every time the house decides to fling him somewhere, at someone, naked. alas, that's not the case, and so he winds up forgetting his manners anyway. ]

If you've got any other questions about the hotel, I'd be happy to tell you what I know. But I guess I should warn you that I've only been here a month or two myself, so I'm still learning things.