"Je compris. We'll see you then." Marcel slinks back outside, opting to go by foot this time, leaving the cult's car 'parked' where he crashed it. Arriving at the healers', he looks around for Pennie.

Findable! Conscious and healed, even.

Penny walks by of her own accord, not needing to have been tended to for long and probably left alone for too long. She does a double-take when she notices Marcel, and you can see now as she turns towards you that she has a rather cool-looking scar over her right eye. "THERE you are! I've been looking all over for everyone and I haven't been able to locate any of you, much less something to practice my wrestling on. I need to get even better."

"Vraiment. That way the next time you try to wrestle a car, you'll have a sporting chance." Marcel remarks drily. "I know where the others are. We could all use some sleep, je pense."

"Oh, yeah, I guess I should work my way up to cars eventually. If I can do that, angels will be less of a problem."

"Vraiment. Baby steps, as they say. Now, let's go get a well deserved rest, non?" Marcel leads the way to the hotel where the others are staying.

'The others' are staying in a decent hotel outside of the zone affected by the dragon's rampage. Their room's window, up on the second floor, is dark, suggesting that they're already asleep. 

They can spot Tama sleeping on the windowsill. 

Seeing as the window is occupied, Marcel opts to use the door like a normal person, but finds it locked. With a shrug, he retrieves a set of lockpicks from his pocket and delves into the lock. With a satisfying click he gets it open without issue and slips inside, beckoning Pennie.

Pennie follows, hardly being subtle or quiet since she's put her armor back on.

Joy rolls off the bed inside, coming to his feet and squinting at them, a dagger in hand. Once he identifies them, he lowers it, gives a jaw-cracking yawn, and tilts his head at them, "Could have sworn we'd locked that door." 

...He's buck naked, which gives them a good view of what parts of him are elf-like and what parts are tabaxi-like. It turns out, he mostly resembles an elf in shape, besides the tail and the ears, though Marcel will be able to see that the skin of his chest and legs is covered in darker brown spots, like the patterns on a wildcat, if he chooses to look.

Besides him Temperance half-rises from the bed and hastily covers herself. Her anatomy is not as exotic as Joy's but it is interesting in the typical ways. "Haven't you heard of knocking?"

"Oh you did lock it. But that's never stopped me." Marcel doesn't seem particularly perturbed or interested by what he's walked in on, eyeing the two like a scientist looking at a dissection, with only a hint of amusement. "Knocking is not really... how you say, my style. I prefer not to bring attention to myself. Would have been quieter if I used the window but alas, le chat has a monopoly on that real estate." He scratches Tama behind the ears, finding a comfortable chair to lean back in and pulling his hat down over his eyes. "Pardonnez-moi, et bon nuit."

Tama enjoys the ear scratching, then decides to communicate that is enough by affectionately slapping his hand away. She gets down the window and starts retrieving articles of clothing for Temperance and Joy.

Temperance accepts the help, a girl has to keep her modesty.

Joy will take his clothes with thanks, but he sets them on the nightstand instead of putting them on, instead slipping back into bed and covering his lower body with a blanket. Getting pants on is a little annoying given the tail, and he doesn't really care about modesty, assuming no one is going to scream about him showing his ankles or something. 

"...I guess there probably aren't any other open rooms anywhere," he muses. He glances at Temperance, shrugs, "Good night?" He offers Marcel. 

Pennie is down to her underclothes, and pauses in taking out additional clothes from her bag. "Oh, is that why we met up here? Well, guess I can take a nap on the floor til morning. Have fun, y'all."

Temperance puts enough on so she is not completely exposed. "Wait, what happened to you?" Temperance points at Marcel. "Obviously, you managed to return, but what did you found out?"

"Plenty of time for that tomorrow." Marcel mumbles from beneath his hat, yawning wide and flashing pointed teeth. "For now, j'ai dit bon nuit, so good night." He's made himself comfortable leaning back precariously in a chair with his feet kicked up on a table.

Okay. She figures if anything was on fire, or bite down by a dragon, he wouldn't go to sleep. She cuddles next to Joy.

Joy curls around her and quickly falls back asleep. 

(He purrs in his sleep, very softly, on exhale but not on inhale.)

The rest of the night passes uneventfully.

Joy wakes before any of the others, only needing about half as much sleep as most. He's content to cuddle for a while longer, but eventually gets restless enough to slip out of bed, pull some clothes on, and slip over to the window, doing his best not to wake anyone. He'd like to take a look at the city from the roof, see what the destruction looks like in the light of day. 

The line of destruction is mostly to the north, barely visible from his window. It looks like the panic was mostly well contained, too - still, the streets don't have nearly as many people on them as normal this time of morning, and the national guard seem to have shifted to 'maintain law and order' mode.

Well, that's sure to be a little annoying for any sneaky types up to no good. A category which doesn't include him, given all the good he was up to last night and looks likely to continue to be up to, given the cult situation. Still, those lawful types do tend to jump to conclusions, so he'll have to keep an eye out.

He lounges around on the roof for a good long while, enjoying the morning sun. Eventually he heads back down through the window, padding through the room and out the door to see what kind of breakfast services they have here. He'll bring some back up for the others so they can eat and go over last night in private, once everyone's awake.