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Vic had originally intended to give Enid and Wednesday a grand tour of Hotel Transylvania, but—
The hotel lobby was currently as chaotic as a monster carnival (or perhaps a pre-apocalypse rave).
The monsters who had just disembarked from the Legacy formed a winding, serpentine line. Their faces were a mix of post-vacation exhaustion and adrenaline-fueled excitement as they clamored to check in.
"Vic! Get to the front desk! I'm swamped!"
Mavis's voice rang out from behind the counter, laced with urgency but mostly the joy of seeing family return.
"On it!"
Vic shouted back, making a helpless yet playful face at Enid and Wednesday.
"Looks like the free trial of 'Vic the Tour Guide' has expired. 'Vic the Temp' is officially online."
He jogged over to the front desk. Just as he took his position, a fish-man wearing a loud Hawaiian shirt slid up to the counter.
Vic looked up. Hey, isn't this the fish waiter from the Legacy?
"Get us a... uh, Super Suite! As many as you have. And make sure the humidifiers are cranked to the max!"
The fish-man slapped his fins on the counter anxiously.
"No problem, sir!" Vic grinned, his fingers flying across the magical crystal screen. "I'll also register your companions... Whoa, two hundred colleagues?"
"Don't remind me!"
The fish-man sounded like he was about to cry.
"Those hyperactive wolf pups! They chased our tails for three whole days! We need absolute silence and deep hydration to repair our shattered souls!"
Vic held back a laugh and skillfully processed the check-in.
"Understood completely. I've arranged the top-floor Soundproof Hydro-Spa Suite. I guarantee even the water ripples are silent."
At this point, Enid and Wednesday walked over.
"Looks like you need backup."
Enid scanned the long line and rolled up her sleeves, looking ready to tackle the crowd.
Wednesday didn't speak, but she naturally stepped up to Vic's other side. She picked up a stack of blank registration cards and began filling out basic information in her distinctive, crisp, and chilly Gothic calligraphy.
Vic's eyes lit up. He looked left and right at his two girlfriends and suddenly felt invincible.
"Perfect! Let's divide and conquer! Enid, you have the sweet voice—you're in charge of crowd control and keeping the guests from rioting! Wednesday, you have nice handwriting and fast hands—you handle the registration cards and key encoding! I'll run the core system and handle the weird requests!"
"Got it." Enid nodded and immediately turned to the line, flashing a bright, sunny smile. "Everyone, please stay calm and keep the line moving! We'll get you all checked in shortly!"
Her voice seemed to have a magical quality (or perhaps just a dominant Alpha Werewolf aura), and the restless crowd instantly quieted down.
Wednesday had already swish-swish-swish completed several cards, her movements as precise as a soulless Gothic printing press, sliding them over to Vic.
"Whoa!" Vic took the cards, marveling. "Wednesday, your efficiency beats the hotel's automated check-in ghouls!"
Wednesday didn't even lift her eyelids, replying flatly, "If you processed guests half as fast as you process nonsense, the line would have vanished already."
Vic chuckled, unbothered, and continued working.
Venom wasn't idling either. Several black tentacles extended from Vic's shoulders: one curled around an ink pot, one helped pass registration cards, and another was handing out welcome candy (squirming gummy worms, naturally) to three guests at once. High efficiency.
Mavis walked over with a tray of drinks. Seeing the trio working in seamless, fluid harmony, she leaned against the counter, teasing them with a smile:
"Look at you three. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were an old married couple running the family business for decades! Vic, you lucky dog."
Vic was looking down at the system, but the tips of his ears turned slightly pink. He refused to admit defeat, though: "Mavis! We call this 'Synergy'! Efficiency is king!"
Enid had just finished guiding a group of guests. Hearing this, a blush rose on her cheeks. She shot Mavis a playful glare but didn't deny it, the corners of her mouth curling into a sweet smile.
Wednesday's hand paused for a fraction of a second before resuming writing at an even faster speed, though her pale earlobes seemed to have taken on the faintest shade of pink.
She whispered to Vic, "Focus, imbecile."
Just then, a voice sounding slightly guilty came from the side:
"Boss... uh, should I help too?"
Vic looked up to see Tyler scratching the back of his head, sidling up with an awkward smile.
Vic paused. His expression shifted from confusion to shock. He slammed his hand on the counter:
"Tyler?! Where the hell have you been?! I knew something felt missing this whole trip! You weren't in the fight at Atlantis, and you weren't at the cruise party! Did you pull a Houdini on us?"
Tyler jumped, shrinking his neck. His voice dropped to a whisper, barely audible. "I... I was on the ship the whole time..."
"On the ship?" Vic looked him up and down suspiciously. "Where on the ship? I didn't see a single hair on your head on the deck!"
"In... in the cabins..."
Tyler's voice got smaller and smaller, his eyes darting around.
"The cabins?!"
Vic's voice went up an octave, drawing glances from Enid and Wednesday.
Suddenly, a Siren with a curvaceous figure, hair like curling seaweed, and eyes like deep sapphires sashayed up to Tyler.
She extended a slender finger, tapped Tyler lightly on the chest, and spoke in a lazy, sultry voice:
"Little Tyler, book me a room... somewhere with a good view and a romantic atmosphere."
She threw a wink at Tyler. "See you later, my little Captain~"
Leaving behind a smile that left a lot to the imagination, she turned and swayed away.
The front desk fell into a dead silence.
Vic, Enid, Wednesday, and even Mavis, who was organizing key cards nearby, all stared at Tyler with eyes full of disbelief.
Vic reacted first. He pointed in the direction the Siren had vanished, then at Tyler's face, which was now redder than a boiled lobster. His voice cracked:
"Ty—ler—! You... you sly dog! No wonder you ghosted us! While we were up there fighting for our lives against the Kraken, you were down in the cabins... engaging in 'submarine warfare'?! You play a dangerous game, my friend!"
Tyler's face was burning up. He waved his hands frantically, stammering an incoherent defense:
"No! Boss! Listen to me! It's not what you think! We... we were discussing marine biology! Yes! Marine biodiversity!"
"Discussing biology to the point of needing a 'romantic room' and 'seeing you later'?!"
Vic was laughing so hard he was almost angry. He grabbed Tyler in a headlock and rubbed his knuckles into his head.
"Way to go! Usually so quiet, and then you drop a bombshell like this on your Boss! Spill it! When did you hook up? How far have you gone?"
Enid covered her mouth to hide her giggles, her eyes dancing with amusement. "Tyler, I didn't know you were such a... dark horse."
Wednesday remained characteristically calm. She picked up a fresh registration card, handed it to Tyler expressionlessly, and delivered a flat but lethal strike:
"So, will that be a King bed or twin beds? This determines the contents of the hotel's 'Romance Package.'"
Tyler choked on Wednesday's words. He opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound, wishing the floor would open up and swallow him whole.
Mavis shook her head, laughing as she added fuel to the fire:
"Do you want to upgrade to our 'Honeymoon Suite'? I can give you the family discount!"
Tyler, thoroughly roasted by everyone, covered his face with his hands and wailed.
"Boss! Stop making fun of me! I... I just helped her with a few small favors, and then... then..."
"Then you helped her right into a romantic room for a deep-dive analysis?"
Vic grinned wickedly, slapping Tyler on the shoulder.
"Good job, kid! Well done! Truly worthy of being Vic's lackey! For this hidden side quest, I give you a 10 out of 10!"
Tyler looked at the group of people who lived for the drama with a face full of despair.
It seemed his trip ended in total "social suicide."
In the distance, the Siren seemed to sense something. She turned back and blew a flying kiss. Tyler felt that the ups and downs of life were just too stimulating.
Thanks to Tyler's "accidental exposure," the atmosphere at the front desk became even more cheerful.