xp_logs | Dixie Dead Shake

Despite their best efforts, they all arrive safe and sound in New Orleans.

Thirty hours to reach New Orleans, including their motel stay in Kentucky and various pits. Kane would have been impressed with the time if he wasn't worn out in a way he couldn't ever remember feeling before. He repressed a pleased groan as the car finally stopped at their hotel off Esplanade Ave, near Louis Armstrong Park, a half dozen blocks north of the French Quarter. It was a beautifully restored old antebellum mansion that Kane had gladly paid extra above his room per diem. It was billed as quiet, walking distance from the heart of New Orleans, but far enough back to avoid the splash off effect of drunk party people. He pulled himself out of the car, taking a look around.

"I almost wasn't sure we'd make it." He said, as the other car pulled in beside them so they could swap out luggage and people so Jessica, Rogue, Jubilee and Felicia could continue to their hotel right in the heart of the tourist and party district.

"Nice place," Amanda said as she stepped out from behind the driver's seat of the other car and stretched - she and Rogue had been swapping driving duties, but she was still glad she didn't have to drive any more for a little while. "First thing I'm doing is taking a very long, hot shower."

"If we want to be very precise, the first thing you are doing is getting undressed..." Marie-Ange had not yet left the passenger seat, she had twisted to lay back across both seats. "I was going to say unless you are implying you need assistance but I have ruined flirting because my spine is protesting gravity. I must live in this car forever, or until the call of pastry lures me away."

"I'd give you a lift, but I think a floating woman might cause a stir with both the locals and the tourists," Jean said, climbing out of the car to look up at the mansion. "Wow. It's beautiful."

Rogue glanced at the restored hotel and shrugged. She was in charge of the luggage, considering her strength, and it was a good thing too -- as much as she loved to drive, the stretching was good too. "Enjoy the southern hospitality, y'all." It always seemed that the minute she entered the southern states, her accent deepened. Purposefully or not, she wasn't entirely sure, but she enjoyed hearing her original cadence at times. A nice neat pile was stacked on the luggage trolley, and she shut the trunk. "Now we go off to our seedy li'l hotel where the drinks are plenty, the sex is promiscuous, and the memories don't leave this state. Ready for shenanigans, Jubie pie?"

“Oh, you know I am,” Jubilee noted as she exited the car from the passenger side. She could feel her joints protesting the long drive, but she figured if she drank enough in the next few hours the pain wouldn’t matter all that much. “Just let me know which of these cars were takin’ onwards?”

"I love that you think I'm willingly driving a known cop car any longer than I have to," Felicia answered, the wolf bounding past her legs to do a happy trot around the parking lot as she hauled Jessica out after her from the low sedan. "We're just a 15 minute drive away and then first round of hand grenades are on me. I'm not paying for the promiscuous sex part."

Kane started to pull luggage out of the trunk as the four other women drove off. "That is a car full of bad choices and misdemeanors in the next 24 hours." He said jokingly.

"Odds on how long it takes for us to get a call for bail money?" Amanda remarked as she started to pull Marie-Ange's hands to get her upright. "C'mon, love, the sooner we get upstairs, the sooner there will be pastry. Nice fresh beignets, as many as you want."

"Or a pickup for alcohol poisoning. Jessica and Jubilee, that is no limits and too much tolerance." Marie-Ange groaned her way upright. "No emergency room calls please! Make good choices!" She called after the departing vehicle, mostly to Jubilee.

"This'll be fun," Jean mused, grabbing her backpack from the backseat.

"I hope so." A bit of his energy seemed to return as they navigated through check-in and waved goodbye as both were escorted down different ways to their rooms. As they were ushered in, Kane gave a low whistle as he looked around before neatly piling up the luggage.

"This is pretty nice."

Lacing her fingers with Garrison's, Jean smiled. "Let's go see what the rest looks like."