Tahani al-Jamil

Tahani was having a normal day: she'd gotten her usual drink from the Perk (a 12 ounce hot--but not too hot (130 degrees. Checked with a thermometer), split shot sugar-free half-pump vanilla Americano with coconut milk. The Perk staff would not miss her) and was now listening to an absolutely fantastic podcast full of the latest gossip of the upcoming coronation.

She was so enthralled that she didn't even notice the weregiraffe sneaking up behind her, but in her defense: 1) weregiraffe? and 2) on those steps?

There was a chomp, a shriek, a spilled drink, and a new weregiraffe wearing just the most charming sunhat.

Well. So much for a normal day.

[OOC: Establishy unless someone wants to join team weregiraffe.]

Tahani came swanning back to town from her week in Ibiza, tanned and fabulous and completely oblivious to any hole-related ridiculousness.

"Alexxxxxxxis," she trilled, going to dramatically swing the door to Alexis' room open...and finding it locked. "Hmm," she said, frowning slightly and retreating to her own, mermaid-themed but not as large room across the hall.

Fifteen minutes later, armed with knowledge about a hole Alexis had fallen into and a lockpicking kit she had for Reasons, she was back at Alexis' door, opening it and helping to air out Alexis' designer clothing.

By trying them on.

She was a giver that way, no need to thank her!

[OOC: Tahani's B&E graciously encouraged by lovethatjourney]

Broadcasting radio had led Tahani to the Horrifying Realization that her childhood gerbil (or was a hamster? A guinea pig? A vole? Their love had transcended the need to keep such details straight), Biscuit, had probably not really gone to a farm in Pakistan. It had seemed slightly extravagant at the time, too, but nothing had been too good for darling Cookie.

"Or was it Frodo Fromo?" she said aloud. "Mr. Tumnus Thomas? What was his name?"

She sent a quick Whatsapp text off to Kamilah, who would always remember these sorts of things and then a tenth one to the Edge, who was not giving her Bono's direct number to commission a deeply meaningful, straight-to-number one-ballad about her pain the poor little lamb.

"Though I don't think it was a lamb," Tahani said, again, out loud.

Her phone chimed and she squealed to see that the Edge had finally written her back with a number. For Elton, it said. Ballads like this are his thing.

HOW COULD YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN ABOUT MR. WHISKERS, THE RABBIT?! shrieked Kamilah's response just below it.

Tahani let out a deep sigh of the completely aggrieved and composed a lovely text to Sir Elton, then hit send.

"Read?" she said, glaring at her phone. "Why isn't he replying?"

Fifteen minutes later: "READ?!" she repeated, still staring at her screen. "This is too much!"

She had no choice but to go into deep mourning for such loss in status! "I need to look at my hats to find one properly distraught," she declared. Again, out loud. To no one.

Tahani, for about the thirtieth time over the weekend since Alexis had gone, glanced at the door, then over at Alexis's stuff.

Then at the door.

Then the stuff.

The moose--an actual moose--in the front office had been completely un-accommodating regarding Tahani's extremely rational need to not share a room with another human with as many shoes as Alexis had. Tahani had been nice. Tahani had been less nice. Tahani had demanded to speak with the moose's manager.

Tahani had gotten absolutely nowhere with that, so Tahani had called in reinforcements. Tahani and Alexis had been nice, then less nice. And still, there they were, stuffed into a room with far too many designer handbags.

But right now, Tahani was alone. And there were plenty of rooms on the floor that could be used by Alexis! Tahani would help her out!

Tahani was very generous, truly.

Which was how Tahani was googling "HOW TO PICK A LOCK" and scooping up a handful of Alexis's skirts (ooh, this one was cute, maybe she could borrow it?) and traipsing down the hall to room 235, where she then broke in and put the clothes into the closet, even!

Well, near the closet.

The bed by the closet.

Honestly, she wasn't housekeeping.

An hour later and Tahani had an entire room to herself, even if was still a little small. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she said, flipping on a Bollywood movie. "Much better."

Clearly this would end so well!

[OOC: establishy and done with full OOC permission. Not so much IC...]