* walks up to reception desk, greets hotel manager*
"Hello. Any rooms free?"
*the manager consults her computer, and hands him a keycard with the number 77*
*Lazurkri thanks her, and walks to his room, using the card to open his door. upon entry, he immediatly locks the door, then shucks off the equipment harness he wears, placing it on the kichenette table. Rummaging around in a puch, he pulls out a comb and proceeds to thoroughly rake out the loose debris that had gotten worked into his normally fine white pelt. Looking in a mirror, he inspects his pelt, and finds nothing wrong, although he thinks the gold ink in his mane needs a bit of a touch up. He'd do it later, though....for now, he intended to relax. He took one last look in the mirror, then put the comb away in its pouch and slips a expandable band carrycase onto his left wrist, placing his keycard and cred cards inside. Laz made sure he put his ID in too, then left, looking for the nearest hot tub or pool so he could relax, and let some of the stress of the past few days melt away*