Oh, haha, very funny.

[ Abbacchio is in one of the many hotel elevators, glaring at his reflection in the mirror. Through his hair — does it look fluffier to you? — peek out two rounded, fuzzy ears. A long white tail with a fluffy tip swishes behind him and makes his irritation both very visible, and very clear. He doesn't sound amused at all, being afflicted with sudden lion-like features of his namesake.

He can be found variously around random spots in the hotel. Maybe you spot him at some kind of themed restaurant, eyes trained on what is probably an animatronic bird while he eats… is that raw meat? Can he eat that? And why does it look like he might attack the robotic parrot? ]

→ the lion's share 🦁

[ There is a pale lion asleep in a bar. On the bar, in fact. It's not exactly the kind of drinking hole one would expect to find a lion, but here he is. Were you trying to get a drink? Too bad, the lion's ears flick at the smallest sound of movement, and his head pops up and growls, it's low and reverberates throughout the space. ]

Go somewhere else, I'm sleeping.

[ After he's finished napping, he can be found intermittently he can even be seen stalking through corridors, quiet on his feet and slow in his movements — almost like he's hunting? Get too close, and he might turn to you, lip curling as he tells you to be quiet. Or are you who he's stalking?

Eventually, his nose leads him to the smells on the mall floor. But once he's there, the source of the smells is nowhere near as interesting as the boring beige pile of boxes tucked out of sight. Hopefully no one sees the way he pounces at them, and starts tucking his lanky limbs underneath himself as he sets about… sitting in cardboard boxes? Or, at least, attempting to. He does not fits, he cannot sits, etc. ]

→ see you later, alligator 🐊

[ Eating another cookie is not something he thinks he did, but he must have, because he finds himself practically laying on the ground. Gone is the fur, replaced with thick scales and stumpy legs as he thrashes around, stuck on his back. He snaps out a guttural plea; ]

… help?

[ Whether he managed to roll onto his stumpy lizard legs himself or gets help along the way, he manages to wander around pretty slowly. Be careful not to trip over his tail — Abbacchio is now a ten-foot long alligator.

Fortunately, he disappears off into the hotel and into a swamp? Why is there a swamp here now? Has this always been here? Hot and humid, with large, grassy mounds emerging from the murky waters. Huge trees reach up and up, seemingly vanishing into the ceiling. It's not too bad traversing through the floor. Though, watch out for the driftwood, or you might find it hissing and lunging up out of the waters. ]