i-a.
[Gale doesn't think much of the warmth at first, the increase slow and steady enough that he almost doesn't notice it until he's nearly arrived at the café he intends to do his research in that afternoon. It's then that he catches the unpleasant scent of something burning, and frowns to himself as he sniffs at the air.]

What in—

[Looking down, he sees black smoke rising from the soles of his own boots, and it's then that the heat truly registers, causing him to let out an undignified yelp and quickly move to scramble atop one of the little tables decorating the corridor, nudging the potted plant sitting there aside with his foot to make room for himself.]

Really? I thought being here might mean a reprieve from this sort of nonsense!

[Burning embers from stray fireballs, smoldering firepowder, actual lava... he's walked across more surfaces that burn than most people encounter in an entire lifetime. He huffs irately, looking at the stretch of corridor ahead and seeing that some of the carpeting has given way to pools of very real, molten lava.

Wonderful.]

All we're missing now is an angry gaggle of magma mephits— don't get any ideas!

[That last bit is directed at the ceiling, just in case the powers-that-be might be listening.]

i-b.
[Thankfully, Gale is equipped to handle the searing heat of the hotel floors without having to hop from place to place, though even his solution has its limits. A flight spell does just the trick in enabling him to cross larger distances with ease, and while he occasionally will have to stop and rest to recharge, he's able to keep himself largely airbound while also granting temporary flight to others, should they so desire.

Before the safety of the lounge has been announced, he'll be seeking out people who look like they might be stranded or otherwise having difficulty navigating, and will land on the nearest piece of furniture to aid them, should they so desire.]

Need a hand, friend? If you ask me, the heat is getting to be a bit much.

[By the time the gathering in the lounge has been announced, Gale is grateful for the opportunity to rest and leave the heat behind. Tara joins him, eager to be where the people are, and makes herself perching on the ledge of one of the windows to people-watch after charming a tressym-appropriate treat out of Mr. Bennet. Gale himself is eager to shed his robes after having singed the bottoms by coming too close to some actual lava, and is quick to change into the pajamas he's been provided, then sets up his sleeping bag before he goes to help himself to the promised tea and cakes.

He wrinkles his nose slightly as he lifts a small plate of cake to eye-level, tilting his head to examine it.]

I'm afraid I don't quite understand— what makes it lava cake?

[He appreciates a good pun and similar humor, but these are rather new to him, even with as much time as he spends in the kitchen.

Overall, he'll be amenable to all sorts of sleepover shenanigans— it rather reminds him of camping, actually, which he's found he's come to miss, especially when it comes to the company. He'll be chatty and personable as ever, as well as keen to pick up some of the hotel's latest gossip!]

[While another flight spell would certainly do the trick, Gale makes the terrible mistake of underestimating the hotel when the floors begin to cool, thinking little of it as he's not often barefoot, and so he proceeds to go about his business as usual before a particularly icy patch catches him unawares and sends him flying before he lands flat on his back, knocked prone.

He groans as he stares up at the ceiling, then closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose.]

Well, that was certainly undignified. Overcompensating, aren't we?

[Gods. He's been here before. It's going to take forever to get up properly, and this can't be good for his back...]