The first day of resort operations is proceeding smoothly.
‘Huu.’
Though inside the mascot suit, I was sweating cold bullets.
‘T-There are just too many problem guests.’
To be precise, they’re not just ‘problem guests’, but the sort of terrifying, ominous beings you’d expect to see in a horror movie—one out of every three guests was like that.
– Please give me Room 404. It absolutely has to be Room 404, and never, ever come looking for me.
– Letsburntodeathtogether
– There sure are a lot of elevators here… Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee.
And I’m starting to realize that it’s honestly easier when they just make it this obvious.
Calls that are hung up abruptly, pretending to desperately ask for help and then bursting out in wild laughter when you point out something strange, and bizarre, incomprehensible tales of a religious judgment day that no human could understand.
‘Scary as hell.’
This is just a Neapolitan ghost story hotel.
Save me. I’m going to lose it.
Still, the only consolation is that today is almost over.
It looks like today’s check-ins will soon be finished.
Let’s check the results of the first day’s opening after business ends.
‘Looks like the theme park is nearing closing time too.’
Except for the night shift, the resort seems to close together with the theme park.
– Ahahahahaha!!
Far outside the window, fireworks were going off.
…It seemed like the red zone, the Magic Bunny Zone, had some horrific and fun parade, because I could hear guests gossiping in disappointment about having missed it…
‘That insane red zone, I guess it’s still operating just fine…’
For once, I’m glad mascots can’t leave their own zones……
And I realized something else. A significant number of these problematic guests coming to the resort had spent most of their time in the Magic Bunny Zone.
For example, even now.
“Excuse me. I don’t have eyes, and if I don’t have eyes, I can’t close my eyes, so I can’t sleep, so there’s no point in renting a room. Give me eyes. Eyes.”
“Ah, one moment, allow me to check our inventory…”
“You have some. You have them, don’t you! You’re holding onto them!!”
“Huhk.”
Get lost!
I barely managed to rescue Jang Heowoon, who was about to have his eyeballs yanked out, and chased that horrifying thing out the front door.
“Eyes!!! EYES!!”
That thing, with empty eye sockets blinking all over its body, wailed as it was forced out by a standard mascot’s intimidation.
The employee wearing the harvest mouse mask, working as a cleaner, was hunched up in a corner while half-heartedly sweeping as if wishing he could disappear from this place.
It made sense. If I weren’t wearing the mascot suit, I might have fainted, too…
‘…Can’t I spot them ahead of time and just refuse them entry?’
I wanted to kick all the troublemakers out before they even made it inside.
Three more provisions had already been added to the staff work regulations because of this…
‘Huu.’
As I was considering what method to use during a lull in check-in guests—
A guest burst through the glass door.
“Save me!”
No, maybe it wasn’t a guest.
A Field Exploration Team employee wearing a weasel mask spotted the ladybug-masked employee sitting at the room service call desk and sprinted over, clinging to him desperately.
“A-Assistant Manager! Assistant Manager, please save me. I tried to go out through the gate, but I can’t get out…”
“E-Excuse me? I’m not sure what you mean…”
“No matter what I do, I can’t leave! I can’t go back into the blue zone, either! I was told my ride ticket has already been used! Please save me. Please, please…”
“…I apologize, dear guest!”
The ladybug-masked staff politely disentangled himself and pointed toward the front desk.
“I’m not a concierge, so, if you have questions about the exit, please inquire at the front desk over there.”
“……”
The weasel-masked employee stiffened, creaked as he turned his head, and met my eyes.
Welcome.
Don’t worry. I’m an ally.
But the weasel-masked staff tried to turn and run out the glass doors.
No, if you do that, where do you plan to sleep…?
I mean, how did you even make it over here in the first place? Did you cross the gate without getting your ticket stamped?
At that moment.
“…!”
Just then, a guest entering the lobby grabbed hold of the fleeing weasel-masked employee.
…It’s Section Chief Lee Jaheon!
Ah, no, why is the squad leader here instead of leaving!
Dragging the sobbing staff by the scruff of the neck, Section Chief Lee Jaheon strode up to the front desk and looked straight at me before greeting me.
“Hello.”
“May I use this?”
He held out something like a small, rectangular paper badge.
It was a lodging coupon.
‘…??’
“The Blue Dream Waterpark mascot is handing them out as event prizes.”
‘……’
Wow.
‘Why would it do something like that?’
No… More importantly, was it even allowed to do that without permission?