14622/Rainy Conference Days

Rainy Conference Days
Date of Scene:	05 April 2023
Location:	Henry's Hotel Suite
Synopsis:	Priscilla surprises Henry since her conference panel got cancelled. Honestly she'd rather be here.
Cast of Characters:	Priscilla Camilleri, Henry McCoy

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Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
Conferences sucked most times.

They sucked more when the girlfriend was scheduled for a different one and left the other half to go on to another conference without her.

Henry was dealing with that. But at least the room was nice. Though it had been raining all day. The panels had let out and it was now free roaming for the night, which meant people were allowed to go back to their hotel room and do whatever they desired for the evening.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Science was always a happy pasttime for Henry, even if doing so stag. Even so, he'd been a bit peopled out after the day of talking, theorizing and debating his theories. It tended to take a lot out of anyone - even moreso for Henry, as his inner animal was snapping at the back of his head.

The thought of getting dinner, then relaxing in the bed, sounded like a plan for the good doctor. He headed towards his suite at the hotel, nodding and greeting people as he passed. "I should call Priscilla to see how her conference is going..." He murmured, as he entered the room.

Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
Maybe it was a good idea to call it a night, at least for dealing with people. And he had Priscilla's number so there would be no problems.

Or maybe there would be one tiny one. Everytime the big blue guy tries to call the number it goes straight to voicemail. Not an uncommon thing with Doctors. But she's generally easy to get ahold of. Especially if it is him.

Henry McCoy has posed:
That's a frustration. Hrm. He sets his phone down on the table in the room, scratching at his chin. She's likely in a talk. Or presentation. Such is the life of a prominent scientist.

He sits on the edge of the bed, removing his shoes to allow his feet breathing room. Toes wiggle at the carpet. "Food, then. Hopefully she'll ring me back, once she's free."

Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
Minutes pass, but still no ringing.

There is however a knock at the door.

Three sharp raps and then a high pitched voice calls, "Housekeeping!"

Maybe they forgot something earlier? Maybe they were making sure he had everything.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Henry sighs. At least he got his shoes off! He walks over, gripping the carpet with every step - it helps relieve tension! "Just a moment." He calls over, making it to the door in good time. He'd be hard pressed not to, honestly!

The door is opened. "I didn't request house-keeping... perhaps you have the wrong room?" He suggests, even as he opens the door.

Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
The door opens and standing there is a rather rain mussed Priscilla, but she has the most dazzling smile on her face and her bag in one hand. In the other hand is a stack of towels that are warm, "I thought fresh towels might be a nice thing for the evening." she tells him with a wink.

"Do you mind if I crash with you for the night? My panel got cancelled and well...I flew out here instead." she looks sheepish at that.

Henry McCoy has posed:
He hadn't been focused - he'd likely have scented her from within the room. "Quite the lovely surprise! Come in! I tried ringing you, but you're here..." He laughs, pulling her into the room and hugging her, towels and all. "You look like you fought the storm, dear." He whispers.

The door is closed behind her, his hands moving up and down her arms. "Are you chilly? Have you eaten?" He grins, his mood lifted by her proximity.

Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
Priscilla gives a soft giggle to him as she is pulled inside and there is a moment taken just to enjoy the hug and the feeling of being warm and comforted. "I might have." she teases him. "Actually, that is why my panel got cancelled. Storm was delaying flights and they had to axe a few of us. I was a bit more willing than others to have mine cancelled." she shrugs.

"I am a little chilly, but that will be fine once I'm changed and all settled in with you." she tells him. "I have not eaten and I forgot to pick something up as a gift." she admits. "How has it been so far?" she asks him.

Henry McCoy has posed:
He keeps her near, sharing the warmth of his body and the soft fur. ""Well, I am glad you decided to come join me. It's been a lovely time, though a bit exhausting. I just got in, and was pondering room service and relaxing." He wiggles his toes, as if to emphasize such plans.

"We could order together? Me casa es su casa." He grins to her.

Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
Priscilla settles the towels down on the table and then hugs him tightly, "I figured that it might get a little tiring with all of the people." she frowns at that. But she figured that it would stress him less if she were about. "Yeah..I was sort of stalking your door." she tells him as she leans back to look at him.

"I think that sounds fabulous. Would you mind ordering while I go take a quick shower?" she asks him.

Henry McCoy has posed:
"Not at all." Henry sneaks in a quick kiss. "I'll order up enough for both of us, and we can relax in bed after. I can even give you a foot and leg massage." He waggles his brows. "Since you flew all this way, on short notice." He offers.

"Take as long as you need - work out the tension and travel stress, yes?"