AN: Luigi's Mansion 3 is owned by Nintendo
Chapter 1: The announcement
One of the many amenities E. Gadd had added to the new hotel was the addition of a fully-fledged food court. The Mezzanine was reserved for the V.I.P. guests, so the regular guests and the staff would go here to eat and mingle with each other. Sure, they were ghosts, and therefore exempt from some of the standard needs of the living, but hey, food was delicious.
Right now, however, there was no mingling or eating going on around here. Just a DJ and a film director moping about their plight.
"Oh, to think it would all end like this! I, Morty, being forced to watch and wait as my home is drained of life! Without visitors to sustain this business, my film studio will be closed for good, never to have a movie made in its clutches ever again!" The director said in the most melancholically dramatic voice possible, bemoaning the future loss of his studio in his usual, dramatic way. "Oh, how will I live my undeath! Will I be forced to beg for money on the streets like a vagabond who has had every opportunity at success ripped from their bare hands?!"
"I get what ya mean." Morty's partner in moping, the funkadelic DJ Phantasmagloria (or just Gloria as her friends normally called her), said, her usually cheery demeanor having been replaced with one of gloom. "If I lose my job, I'll go from "DJ Phantasmagloria, the undead disco queen!" to "Gloria, the jobless nobody". She slumped over in defeat onto the table. "I never should 'a dropped out of college."
The two ghosts sighed, wondering what they would do with their lives when the hotel closed down for good. A shout from across the food court would shake them out of their gloom, however.
"Guuuys! Guuuys!" The portly security guard Kruller crashed into the table, not hard enough to knock it over, but definitely hard enough to stun him for a few seconds. Gloria and Morty reached out to him, hoisting him up and setting him down on a chair as he struggled to regain his breathe. "Guh… gimme a sec… gasp!"
"Deep breathes, Kruller, deep breaths." Gloria instructed him. "What's got you in such a rush anyway?"
"Indeed. You normally don't move this fast unless someone has stolen something from the gift shop, or when Soulfflé gives out free samples for us to taste." Morty added to Gloria's inquiry. Kruller raised a finger at them, reminding them of his current state. After a few deep breathes, he was well enough to answer the question.
"Ok, I'm good now. Anyway, you guys will not believe the news I got for you!" He got off from his chair and floated before the two. "Ok, first things first, which famous actor died on October 24th of 2011?"
Morty and Gloria stared at each other in confusion. Morty decided to answer the question, given his vast knowledge of all things's cinema. "That would be Ghoulanu Graves. He died during a stunt gone wrong when his safety harness malfunctioned, and he fell of a building while they were filming "John Wicker". Why is that important?"
"Guess who's staying at this hotel in one week."
Morty's eyes widened, realizing immediately why Kruller was so excited. Gloria, on the other hand…
"So, who is it? Come on, man, don't leave me hanging." The guard and director could only stare at the DJ, the former counting down on his fingers while the latter tried to coax her into realizing the answer. Once Kruller reached zero, the realization dawned on her. "Oh. My. God! He's staying here?!"
"Yup, he ordered the penthouse suite and he's gonna stay for the weekend." Kruller and Gloria squealed in excitement, holding each other's hands like two teenage girls who had just found out their celebrity crush was coming to their town.
"Amazing! To think such a famous actor would come to our hotel after what happened. It would be the highest of honors to have him grace my movie studio with his presence." Morty said aloud, his mind racing with potential movie ideas he could pitch to the man.
"And do you guys know what else this means?" Kruller asked the two after calming himself down.
"Nope."
"I have a hunch, but I feel like we should be announcing this to the others."
"Stewards already gathering everyone for a meeting in the bosses office. He'll explain everything." The trio darted off towards the elevator, awaiting the good news that Steward would be announcing.
E. Gadd's floor, which was located at the very top of the building was where the good(?) professor resided. It contained not only an office where he would hold meetings with the staff and manage the hotel's finances, but also a research lab where he would study up on the ghosts that he and Luigi had captured in their line of work. Granted the lab wasn't finished yet, but it was well on its way of being completed. He just needed to grab some equipment he had left in Evershade Valley to finish.
Inside E. Gadd's office, the staff of the Last Resort had gathered together, sitting on the folding chairs the professor had set up for the meeting. They were all talking with each other, either wondering what the announcement was, or complaining about how it cut into their free time. The only ghosts not here where Ug, who almost always stayed in the museum, and Serpci, who E. Gadd barred from the meetings on account of not being a member of staff. They all stopped talking when E. Gadd cleared his throat, gaining their attention.
"Attention everyone, Steward here has an announcement that he claims is of utmost importance. If you would explain to us what it is." Steward floated over to the front of the professor's desk, facing the staff as he cleared his throat.
"Ok everyone, hold on to your hats, because we have a very special guest coming over to stay at our hotel." The rest of the staff immediately grew interested in the news. Gloria, Morty and Kruller, meanwhile, were doing their best to contain their excitement. "And this guest is none other than the movie actor Ghoulanu Graves!"
Chambrea and the triplets all squealed in delight; Clem's hat actually flew off his head, and Johhny Deepend spat out whatever he was drinking out of his mouth… right into Amadeus' face. The older ghosts were more confused than anything, with Macfrights and Fishook scratching their heads, Potter and Soulfflé staring at each other in confusion, and Wolfgeist barely containing his anger at Johnny. The pianist simply took a deep, deep breathe, and asked a question. "Who is this person and why is he so important you have to spit all over me?" That question was clearly for Johnny.
"Dude, Ghoulanu is, like, the ultimate actor. Guys got a mega huge fanbase." Johnny did not bother apologizing to the pianist, simply settling with answering his question. "Dudes got movie directors begging him to show up in their movies."
"Yeah!" One of the triplets, specifically the ponytailed leader, Lindsey, piped up. "I heard that he turned down a role in a huge superhero movie so he could star as an actual tumbleweed in a kid's film!"
"Plus, he showed up in that game convention Ah saw on the puter once. He called everyone breathtaking." Clem said, taking off his hat and holding it to his chest. "that really touched ma heart right there, and Ah wasn't even in da audience!"
"That sounds all well and good. I definitely look forward to interviewing a celebrity ghost." E. Gadd showed his interest, already running ideas in his head as to what he could do with a celebrity ghost. "But why do you believe he's so important, Steward?"
Steward simply nodded at Kruller, who quickly floated off his seat and to the front of the group. "He thinks it's important because Ghoulanu has a huge social media following. His fans will listen to anything he posts on the internet, which means…"
The answer finally dawned on Gloria. "Oh! That means that if he gives us a good review online, people will start to come to the hotel again?" Kruller gave her a thumbs up. "Yes! Nailed it!"
"But not even ze princess could help our reputation. How is zat going to help?" Chef Soulfflé asked.
"You don't understand, Soulfflé. Celebrities have a huge influence on the masses. I bought a new feather duster just because my favorite actress liked an ad of it on Screecher." Chambrea answered. Some of them were still not convinced, though.
"Are ya sure that will work, boyo? Not even the princess could get people to come here." Captain Fishook asked.
"Hmmmmm, that does seem feasible. Studies have shown that products endorsed by popular people sell better than those promoted normally. Why I even had Luigi star in a commercial for my Virtual Boo. The sales on it skyrocketed in less than a day." Professor E. Gadd's observation seemed to finally put the ghosts doubt to rest. They all began to chatter excitedly, brainstorming ideas on how they could entertain their guest. The professor got their attention with a clap of his hands. "Thank you, Steward for the good news, you may take a seat now." Once Steward sat down next to Kruller, E. Gadd started giving out orders. "Since this guest is the only thing standing between the hotel's success and its potential closure, I need you all to be at your best behavior's. You all know what your roles are, so make sure to perform them to the best of your abilities. Chambrea, when the meeting is over, go prepare the penthouse suite with the goobs. And make sure that Ug knows what's going on." Chambrea gave a salute to the professor. "Kruller, Johnny, you two seem to know a lot about this Ghoulanu fellow. Make sure to advice the others on what he would find the most enjoyable."
"Sir, yes sir!"
"No problem, boss man."
"As for the rest of you, I feel like I don't need to give you anymore instructions other than being on your best behavior. You may all leave now. Remember, we have one week until the guest arrives." The staff all began to float off towards their respective floors. They were definitely in a far better mood than when they came in, that's for sure.
Next weekend was going to be very eventful.
AN: Once more, thank you BurningFox6 and evils-corner for there aid.
Next chapter, the staff prepare themselves and the hotel.