10:02 PM – Sleepy inn on the edge of town

The van rolled into the cracked parking lot of the Sunrise View Lodge—a bold name for a squat, two-story motor inn surrounded by chain-link fencing and exactly one half-lit palm tree. The only view here was the Waffle Depot across the street and a dumpster large enough to be haunted.

“Why does this place look like it’s been condemned twice and is trying for a third?” Mark asked, clutching his soda like a protective talisman.

“They had a group rate,” Thane grunted, stepping out with a clipboard still in hand. “And they don’t ask questions.”

Gabriel grabbed his duffel, tail flicking behind him. “Perfect. I’m gonna take a four-hour shower and cry.”

Cassie, Maya, Rico, and Jonah piled out of the van in various states of road-worn disarray, dragging cases and backpacks across the pothole-laced parking lot like a pack of exhausted cats. Rico dropped his duffel and muttered, “I will give my soul for a towel that doesn’t smell like armpit.”

Inside the lobby—which was 50% ficus plants and 50% outdated regional brochures—a lone front desk clerk blinked at the approaching wall of band.

She was maybe 22, clearly underpaid, wearing a name tag that said “HAYLEY :)” in a font that tried too hard to be friendly.

Her smile faded the instant she saw Gabriel’s clawed hand resting on the counter. Then her eyes traveled to Thane’s clipboard, Mark’s permanent scowl, and Maya—who was glaring at the decorative moose painting like it owed her money.

“Um… can I help you?”

Thane leaned forward. “Feral Eclipse. Three rooms under Conriocht. Two doubles, one single.”

Hayley tapped at the keyboard like it had insulted her. “Right… I have you in 102, 103, and… 205?”

Maya stepped up. “No. No stairs. Not with this amp. If I have to carry this up a flight I will set the building on fire with my mind.”

Hayley looked panicked. “We don’t have an elevator.”

“Then swap with Jonah. He’s like, four ounces and lives in the floor tom anyway,” Maya snapped.

Jonah, still yawning, held up a hand. “I’ll allow it.”

Thane pinched the bridge of his muzzle. “Everyone just go inside. I’ll figure out the keycards.”

Gabriel slid over and offered a charming, toothy smile to Hayley. “Sorry. We’re a little… road-cooked.”

Hayley, unblinking: “Do you have a pet deposit form for… um… that?”

Gabriel blinked. “For what?”

She pointed. “You’re… I mean… claws?”

Gabriel’s smile went full fang. “Oh. Right. Sorry. I’ll try not to shed in the ice machine.”

Hayley backed away slowly and handed over the room keys without another word.

Outside, Rico had given up and was now laying on his duffel in the parking lot. “This is where I live now. My spirit has left my body.”

Mark walked by, sipping a second soda. “Don’t leave a forwarding address.”

By the time everyone had their keys and semi-agreed on roommate arrangements (Maya demanded her own room with a “do not disturb ever” policy), the band trickled toward their rooms like migrating zombies.

Gabriel flopped onto the bed in 102, still fully clothed, tail twitching once before going still.

Thane followed, dropping his rigging notes on the table with a grunt and flopping down beside Gabriel, stretching out his clawed toes with a tired sigh. “I swear, if the AC unit growls at me again like last time, I’m just throwing it out the window.”

Mark opened the door, stood there for a beat, looked at the ugly painting on the wall, and muttered, “I’ve made worse choices.”

From somewhere down the hall, Maya’s voice echoed: “If the water pressure in this shower is weak, I will scream.”

Jonah answered, “Please do. I want to sample it.”