Hey all, welcome to my third project, Room Service at 1216. This was set to be released yesterday, but I fell asleep after I came back from my school's graduation reception. So here I am posting now. Well not much to say, but here's some info.
Pairings: SoRiku, Zemyx
Side Pairings: AkuRoku, MarLarx
Info: Sora Okochi will soon be ending his summer vacation. Before that happens though he's going to spend a week at the Destiny Bay Resort and Hotel. Yet after he meets his room service deliverer, Riku Wasuri, he's not as eager to finish his vacation as he was before. Of course that doesn't mean he isn't being watched under the magnifying glass, at least not more than he thinks he's being watched. What can possibly happen in a week yet? More details on profile
Please enjoy the fiction, lovelies.
Hello all, and welcome to the Destiny Bay; Resort and Hotel
If you are watching this than congratulations, for you have just been employed as a staff member in the Destiny Bay; Resort and Hotel. My name is Heartless and I will be your instructional guide.
Here at Destiny Bay; Resort and Hotel we pride ourselves in full customer enjoyment. We offer casinos, fine gourmet dining, live shows (provided from little to no fee at all) and in the summer time we open up our beautiful scenic beach and pool area. Our hotel was found and is run by Mr. Ansem Keichi. Of course he won't be watching you or your performance. He has his hotel supervisor, Mr. Xemnas Kalawao to do that for him. Remember he'll be watching you everywhere, maybe in your sleep even, so remember to always do a good job or face endangerment of losing your job.
If you have been employed as Receptionist please continue on watching, for your guide to work at Destiny Bay; Resort and Hotel. Thank you and remember: The customer is always right, unless they're wrong.
He was really getting annoyed. Normally he was very patient, kind and understanding towards the needs of others, but this girl who was only two people ahead of him was becoming a pain to wait for. Sora Okochi was down to the last week of his summer vacation from high school and there was no way in hell he was going to waste it waiting on a line to check himself into the hotel. Worst part was this skinny, asylum girl (just try to imagine a straight jacket on her) wearing a strange black and white outfit that made her look distinctly like a ninja, a matching headband wrapped around her forehead was just whining to the receptionist about her reservation in the hotel. There was something invented by hotels to deal with that. It was called customer service.
"Miss. um…Kisaragi," quietly yet annoyingly chirped at the girl across the marble counter from him, trying his best to keep a straight smile on, "you're holding up the line. Do you mind going to customer service with your problem?"
The receptionist, a tall man wearing a white buttoned vest and black long-sleeved shirt underneath, a small yellow tag pined to the right side of his vest, small letters almost unreadable unless looked close up. He had light peach skin and small azure eyes. His hair was fashioned in an 80's mullet style yet his attitude was anything but tough. Fingers lightly tapped the marble desk anxiously, hoping that he wouldn't have to deal further with the girl before him for long.
"I did go to customer service!" The short black haired girl cried banging her fists vigorously yet dramatically. The receptionist flinched vaguely, unraveled by the girl's attitude towards him. Whoever the receptionist was Sora felt gullibly sorry for him.
/Freeze!/
The case we are dealing with is an unhappy, confused and overall whiny customer. They are extremely common in the hotel industry and will never fully be eradicated. Remember as the employee you must keep your cool and stay calm. Do not argue with the client just explain to them their situation. No matter what: do not harass or physically attack the client in order to avoid law suits against the hotel.
"Well Miss Kisaragi I do need to keep check in going along. Perhaps you can just step aside for a few minutes, so I can take care of them?" The receptionist pleaded slightly while frailly lifting a small to point at the people behind her, hoping that the ninja girl would understand their current situation. It was almost the end of the summer season, which meant a lot of people were checking in for a last minute vacation and others were checking out to get ready to go back to their normal lives outside the city.
"Oh no," the girl snarled, shaking her head back side to side, letting her hair flop along her. "I was told that I had to pack my bags and leave the hotel within the next two hours and my plane out of this town only leaves next week. No way in hell I am going to leave until I get my reservation checked out and rub it in your faces that I, Yuffie Kisaragi, am to stay here for the end of the summer break!" With that she crossed her arms and received a line of groans and unhappy grumbles. The receptionist sighed, muttering something along the lines of 'I wish it didn't have to come to this.'
If the client refuses to cooperate with you and is causing a disruption that chain reacts into more unhappy customers then there is no choice. In such an event there is a button under your station, which will alert our handy security system that someone needs to be removed from the line and talked to in private. By private we of course mean a stern talking to by our very own Mr. Kalawao.
The receptionist took a small sigh and gently tapped the small black button beneath his station under the marble counter. "I am sorry miss, but you must be put aside."
Yuffie's look turned from angered to baffle in a second. She narrowed her eyes at the receptionist when her arms were seized by two men. Turning to her left side she took note of a tall bald man in a traditional black suit and tie and swishing her head to her right a guy with short red hair pulled up into a ponytail clutched her right arm much gentler than the bald man.
"Another chick bothering you, huh Demyx?" The red haired man sneered at the receptionist, a sly grin sewn into his face. "You sure have quite a fan base." To this the receptionist, Demyx, just chucked amusingly with a small tint of pink spreading on his cheeks.
"What the hell is this?" Yuffie cried in anguish, eyes shifting from the two men she took for security guards and then to the receptionist. "Is this how you treat customers?"
"Only the noisy ones," the bald man spoke, his voice easily hiding annoyance to make him sound monotone. Yuffie furrowed her brow to this, but before another whiny pitch cry could be wailed she was lifted away from the marble counter and kidnapped by the men to a different area of the hotel.
Everyone ahead of her turned their heads confusingly at the two men, assuming them to be the security force of the hotel. All of them took this as normal; but last time Sora checked when two security guards just lifted you into an unknown area it wasn't extremely normal. She wasn't exactly robbing the receptionist or trying to stab him with a knife. It seemed she was just in need of an explanation. Something told him that checking into the hotel wasn't the best idea but what else could he do now? Reservations were expensive and non-refundable after all.
"Next in line please," the receptionist, Demyx, piped up with new enthusiasm in his voice, along with a bright smile plastered on his face.
Once the incorporable client has been removed from the premises by our security specialists, only to be known as 'The Turks' please continue on as if nothing will happen. If anyone asks questions about it just simply deny or do not answer said question. After all we don't want bad rumors circulating around our industry, now do we?
Sora waited in line as people one by one were checked in or out of the hotel. His mind was still plague with confusion about the previous scene. Even if she was noisy the girl did have a point. Did they really treat valued customers this way? Why did people even find this normal in any way? As the last person in front of him left the line he stood face to face with the receptionist between the marble counter.
"Welcome to Destiny Bay; Resort and Hotel. I'm Demyx and I'll be helping you," he started with his introduction line to which Sora simply nodded. "Will you be checking in today?"
"Umm—yes I am," Sora nervously said. "Under the name Okochi, please."
Demyx nodded and started typing up the last name on his computer, checking for any reservations made. "Oh yes," he started a few moments after typing in the name, "a room for one on floor twelve, room 1216. Now I just need some ID," Demyx said with a click of his tongue, digging into a drawer to find an empty room key card. Sora himself dug into his pockets to find his wallet, containing a passport and credit card. Demyx snatched the wallet from Sora's hand with a friendly smile and started to quickly scan the passport and verified the identity mere minutes later. With a swipe of the room key into the machine it locked the key into the card and was handed to Sora gingerly. "Here you go and enjoy your stay. If you need help with your luggage you may ask customer service to get you a valet," Demyx finished, pointing with a long index finger to the valet service on the other side of the giant lobby.
Sora nodded, grabbing his two blue and red duffel bags by the yellow straps and heaving them towards the valet service. On the other end watching boredly as Sora struggled with his luggage was one of the valets, a hard face emotionless and sternly staring down at Sora.
Valet services are crucial to our customers, whether they realize or not. They help wheel over customer's luggage to their designated rooms and though are usually poorly paid for the job the tips do come in handy. As a valet your job doesn't deal with as much social interaction with the guest as much as a receptionist would. Then again we don't pay you as much, so it does come with a loss.
"Can I get a little help," Sora paused, panting lightly from literally dragging his duffel bags. He didn't even realize how heavy they were, "here please?"
The man sighed lightly and easily lifted the bags up. Sora blinked a few times in between pants and looked up at the valet. He was a tall brute man and for a moment Sora expected him to be in security rather than in valet. The man definitely looked taller and stronger than the other two from before. He wore an outfit similar to Demyx's, only his color schemes were a blue vest and a white long sleeve shirt. Before Sora could thank or tip the brute man he threw his duffel bags on an on-wheels transporter. "What room?" Asked the brute man in haste as he turned his head back to Sora, his hands still firmly grasped the golden bars of the transporter.
"Floor twelve, room 1216," Sora said, reaching into his jean pockets. Once he pulled out a five dollar bill he looked up to tip the valet, but he was already gone. With a small pout Sora started to quickly walk after the valet. Definitely the weirdest hotel he has ever been to.
Remember as a valet you must do your job quickly. The reason for this is that we have a lot of guests that need luggage help and you need to go back and forth. We don't pay you to linger and dally after all.
That concludes Part I of the 'Instructional Manual to working at Destiny Bay; Resort and Hotel'.
Next tape we check in on our lovely casino workers and waiters/waitresses. Please stay tune for Part II.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Reviews are loved and I want at least three of them before I decide to put up the next chapter Remember it only takes a couple minutes to write a review, but that review will always last in the database. So in other words: They're remembered and loved. And yes- I love long reviews :D!
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Smyde