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checking in? ([personal profile] checkingin) wrote in [community profile] checkingout2015-05-08 12:39 am

I USED TO DREAM THAT I WOULD MEET A PRINCE

Who: Everyone!
Where: The initial arrival rooms, the main lobby, all over the place.
When: May 7th
What: Feed me, Seymour





ARRIVAL.
you wake up when you hit the floor in a dark room, and the air is knocked out of your lungs. the carpet is threadbare, worn with use, kind of dusty. and you're not the first person to endure this crash landing. nor will you be the last.

once your vision rights itself, you can see the well-lit hallway through the doorjam straight ahead of you. not to say there’s monsters in the shadows, but something propels you towards that door and out into the bright hallway beyond.

and once outside your room, you can hear it: the steady thrum of rain outside.



MAIN LOBBY.
there's a staircase at the end of the lengthy hallway you tumble out of. grab your suitcase and follow the dull green exit signs on the ceiling until you reach the disappointingly bland stairs that lead you down to the ornate old fashion hotel lobby.

to your left is an richly crackling, rather excessively smoking fireplace, to your right is a lobby desk. straight ahead are three large sets of doors, all three of them thrown wide open and welcoming. and outside the few (curtained, permanently dark) windows is the continually steady hiss of rain. once you leave the hallway you wake up in, you won't be able to return.

welcome to the hotel.



FRONT DESK.
though there is a bell and a plaque designating the desk to be the main desk, the customer service desk, there are currently no staff members behind it. none shall answer your calls, either. there is, however, a pad of paper and a pen neatly aligned with the desk edge. you know. for notes.

terribly sorry for the inconvenience.



SCREENING ROOM.
on a long pull-down screen, a silent version of alice in wonderland will be playing on loop. at the back of the room, between the neat rows of fold out chairs, mounted on a wobbly table is the old-timey projector, and mounted on the walls are some rather old speakers that warble out "terrifying" old music.

along the curtained windows is another long table, with a large bowl of chipotle cheese popcorn corn and a large hot drink dispenser full of hot water, with a few cups and some old looking packages of apple cider mix.




DINING HALL.
is tragically, painfully empty.



OTHER.
the ballroom is currently open, and the grand doors unlocked.

there is no main door leading to the outside, good luck trying to find one.

the doors to the courtyard are unlocked.



ROOMS.
you've a room key with your assigned room number on it. all the new guest residences will be located on floors one and two. while there is an open elevator in the main lobby, and the buttons light up inside, the doors will not close. all in all, you'll be better off taking the stairs.

while they're the same stairs you undoubtedly came down to get to the lobby, the door to the endless hall everyone woke up in will not reappear between the main floor and the subsequent residential halls.

there are twenty rooms per floor. feel free to get to know your surroundings; or your neighbors as they trickle in around you.


EXISTING GUESTS.
are you dreaming of omlettes and regretting complaining about the constant pancakes and weak ass coffee yet?
dislocked: (3)

(screening room)

[personal profile] dislocked 2015-05-10 02:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Why?

[ Bucky doesn't recognize her, and pegs her for a new arrival almost immediately. He haunts the screening room at times, the darkness and the silent figures moving onscreen provide an odd sort of comfort that he gets nowhere else. He's been starving for the past few days, the ache of hunger a constant, undeniable thing that gnaws at his consciousness, makes him weaker -- but he's used to worse.

She hasn't cut into it, he knows, and he's wary all the same, studying her with a quiet curiosity. She moves in ways that he recognizes, graceful as an athlete, a fighter. The assassin is nondescript in a plain hoodie and jeans, but he's cleanly shaven, and had opted to go without the cap. There are a world of questions within that simple word, suspicions that would be familiar territory to her. It's not necessarily hostile.

(Not yet.)

Why will she share? What's (her) the agenda? Is it poisoned? ]
triplett: (smile)

[personal profile] triplett 2015-05-10 02:32 pm (UTC)(link)
That was it. Trip closed in and wrapped his arms around his boss. It wasn't long, if that made the moment less awkward for Coulson. Antoine couldn't help it. Not only did he find a familiar face but some proof that San Juan wasn't as bad as he'd feared. A few firm pats and they were apart again.

"It's good to see you, Sir. Is the rest of the team here? How about Skye? Did everyone make it out okay?"

If it hadn't been obvious to Coulson before that he was the first friendly face Trip had found, it had to be now.
Edited (i should not tag before coffee) 2015-05-10 14:32 (UTC)
triplett: (speechless)

Skye's ears must have been burning...

[personal profile] triplett 2015-05-10 02:47 pm (UTC)(link)
It was different for him being told that Skye had made it after all. Trip didn't focus on the team mourning his death or some of the aftermath that followed San Juan. In fact, very little had registered after hearing his friend hadn't died how he thought. The same could probably be said about seeing him and hopefully it was understood when Trip charged out to find her. Only, she wasn't in the room he'd been told about.

Coulson would find her and tell her. Or Fitz. Maybe even his neighbor. Antoine decided to stay put and wait. What else did he have to do? He didn't know the hotel like the rest of them. No longer did he care about where they were and how they'd gotten there. All Trip desperately wanted was to have some other image in his mind other than failing Skye. Maybe after reuniting with her, it would strike him how hungry everyone else looked.

The door flung open (all tactical caution thrown to the wind) and he stood looking much like the last time she saw him (t-shirt, jeans, boots) minus the bandage on his arm and bleeding through his shirt. And of course, him crumbling apart.

"Aren't you a sight for sore..." he had started to quip through an instant smile at first sight. The grin notably faded as he took in her condition. Thin, pale and looked as if she'd crawled out from under the rock he last saw her covered in. "...eyes. Damn, Girl. What happened? Should you even be on your feet?" Antoine assumed someone had already told her he was back and didn't hesitate to immediately engulf her in an arm (very carefully) to usher her into his room.

At least he had some medical training. It didn't look as if anyone had been tending to her. His heart lurched in every way possible.
avengeme: (serious contemplation)

[personal profile] avengeme 2015-05-10 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Coulson actually accepted it though he only gave a loose hug in return, patting him once on the back awkwardly. He straightened when they parted again and looked grim.

"Skye, Fitz, and May are here. So's Ward." he paused, reluctant to give the bad news but knew he had to. "Trip, you didn't make it out of San Juan."
ukase: (Intent)

[personal profile] ukase 2015-05-10 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
It was easy and simple to take the offered hand and give it a shake, his own giving nothing but a firm steely grip. There was still respect in his bearing as he regarded Coulson as if introductions actually needed to occur.

"Yeah, STRIKE alpha captain," he said with a nod of his head. STRIKE alpha was what he considered elite of the elite. "Everyone in SHIELD knows who you are. Maybe not by sight, but your name. Especially after New York."
una_persson: (chin in hand)

[personal profile] una_persson 2015-05-10 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's starting to sound like a proper Hammer House of Horror episode," she said. Automatically she put her hand in her pocket and sure enough—a key. "120. Well, that's something, anyway. I don't suppose the amenities include hot plates as well?"
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[personal profile] una_persson 2015-05-10 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Pleased to meet you, Mr Capa," she said. A tiny, wry smile. "Would that the circumstances were better. How long have you been here?"
avengeme: (entrance)

[personal profile] avengeme 2015-05-10 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Coulson's own is firm and professional before he withdrew his hand. He knew how to be put on an act when he needed to.

"I'm just one of many who died that day." So many good SHIELD agents. He sometimes wondered how many of them were HYDRA. "Anyway, you probably have questions about this place."
una_persson: (:|)

[personal profile] una_persson 2015-05-10 03:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"And no hints as to why or any indication as to whether normal service will be resumed?" Not that this is new information entirely, but she likes getting a variety of perspectives.
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[personal profile] youcantransform 2015-05-10 03:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sadly, no."

Harry nods at the uncomfortably smoky but at least active fireplace.

"I'm afraid that's the only heat source we have. And not even that, until today. If I didn't know better I'd suggest our benefactors knew we'd be needing to cook today," he adds, bone-dryly.
ukase: (Game Face)

[personal profile] ukase 2015-05-10 03:17 pm (UTC)(link)
All this professionalism was what he was used to, and he fit right in. There was no hitch to any of his own performance, and this stage was just another where he had no idea most were all dancing but aware of the other parts of the play.

"Buried a few friends," he agreed solemnly. "And helped with more than a share of civilians." STRIKE hadn't been deployed that day, but they had all put in their time helping with recovering bodies of friend, foe and stranger alike. They were nice like that. "More how to leave, sir. Or how I came to be in this... hotel in the first place."

And why in the hell he was talking to a guy he knew to be dead.
avengeme: (Another chance he takes)

[personal profile] avengeme 2015-05-10 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Coulson lamented the fact that he had to be the one to debrief a HYDRA agent but there was no sense lying to him in this case.

"No one knows for sure. There's no culprit yet and no staff to be seen. People arrive every month and some disappear while other stay. There's no way out, not even through the windows."
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[personal profile] ourlastbesthope 2015-05-10 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's Dr.," he corrected out of habit and then paused. "But Capa's just fine. It's what everyone else calls me." He coughed. "Two months, I think. Or around that much. It's difficult to keep track of the days."
ukase: (Dangerous mind)

[personal profile] ukase 2015-05-10 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Rumlow stared at Coulson and made a visible struggle to keep his expression neutral for the explanation. It made no sense after all, given the reality that he knew. How in the hell could their be no way out, no staff, no STRIKE, no nothing? Just a bunch of people who came and went like this was the damn country fair?

"That doesn't seem like a proper reality to be involved in," he said simply. "What do you know, sir?"

hello!

[personal profile] deadlystar 2015-05-10 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
When Coulson takes a step back from her, it's the first intelligent thing she's seen someone here do around her so far. Everyone else seems more curious than cautious, which makes her wonder about them a little since they know nothing about her. This guy... he must be the smart one.

"Do you have any idea why we're here?" If some people have disappeared, perhaps they were moved to another location. Or dead. Which might be more likely, in her opinion. She'd just really like to know why she was brought here to begin with.
avengeme: (discussion)

[personal profile] avengeme 2015-05-10 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's the reality we're trapped in. What I know is that people have been brought here from different times and different worlds. Some of the worlds are similar but they differ in their histories. As far as any of us can tell, there's no rhyme or reason to the type of people that are brought in and the type that are whisked away." He looked as sincere as he possibly could talking about this. "The gist of it is we're all trapped in a box shaped like a hotel. It's a bizarrely frustrating situation."
avengeme: (weirder things have happened)

[personal profile] avengeme 2015-05-10 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"There are all sorts of theories flying around but no one knows for sure. What does seem to be a constant are these weird... experiments. The first month, they turned the temperature down. The second month, there were ghosts. The third month, there were exploding Easter eggs and the current starvation period." He does manage not to look faint or weak but his focus isn't as good as it should be right now.
ukase: (Rough)

[personal profile] ukase 2015-05-10 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Different times. Different worlds. Despite the apparent sincerity, he actually wasn't positive that Coulson wasn't playing a prank on him. He was standing there with his left arm draped lazily over the handle of his suitcase waiting for the punch line because this all seemed like something out of those crappy sci-fi novels he sometimes endured. The sheer notion it was now his reality was strange to consider.

He chewed on the inside of his cheek as he considered silently for a time, eyes shifting to drink in the lobby with new suspicion. "You do realize how fucked up that sounds," he pointed out. "And different times I guess... makes sense." Since you're actually dead.

[personal profile] deadlystar 2015-05-10 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Her expression changes into something a little more tense at the mention of experiments. These people are being experimented on? Gamora won't stand for that. And she sure as hell won't stand for being experimented on herself. She's had enough of that for one lifetime.

What he describes is conditional, at least. No one has been cut open.. yet. She hopes it stays that way. Still, subjecting people to random events is cruel. He may not look weak due to the lack of food he mentioned, but she assumes he must be hungry. Gamora walks to one side where she put her suitcase by the door. When she retrieves it she walks back over to Coulson and sets it down at his feet, then crouches down to open it.

"Here. I found this strange fruit in this luggage." She holds it up to him. It's a lime. Bite into it, Coulson. It's probably no different than an Earth apple. You're not going to turn down the alien, are you? That might be rude.
hacker: 2.11 (about their rooms being dirty)

as a general rule

[personal profile] hacker 2015-05-10 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
The door opens, and her breath leaves her. He's standing there like none of it ever happened, like she hasn't been haunted by his face crumbling in ash for months. Stunned by the sight, she's speechless as he worries over her—how ironic it is to have a dead man fretting that she might not be doing so well.

His touch brings her back to herself, and instead of allowing his steady arm to steer her into his room, she turns to steer herself right into his arms. Forgetting herself, she draws her hands out of her pockets and wraps her arms around him, pulling him in tight and ignoring the squeeze on her ribs, the shortness of breath, the twinge of pain because it all only makes it feel more real, reassures her that he's here. It's not a dream.

"How is this happening?" She finds herself asking, hollow and bewildered. "It's really you."
notafraidofyou: (Long Night)

[personal profile] notafraidofyou 2015-05-10 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Basically." He shrugs. "I mean, I'm pretty sure the mysterious 'they' aren't going to let us actually die, but we can get pretty uncomfortable before we hit that point, you know?"
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[personal profile] ingrantitude 2015-05-10 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Just a guess. Trust me after awhile everybody will be tossing around different theories entirely. Dimensions is a new one but there's no animals out here and with how things are going..."

He shrugs his shoulders, "It's either another dimension or it's a prison."
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[personal profile] ingrantitude 2015-05-10 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Or if there were family members inside. There's an eyebrow raise on Ward's part and he smiles, "...I couldn't agree more.

There's a lack of a lot more then lack of weather reports. We haven't had food for the past...month."
triplett: (eyes dn away)

[personal profile] triplett 2015-05-10 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
There was no missing the change on Coulson's features. Trip swallowed thickly and braced for the worst.

Skye! ...And Ward? What about Jemma--"Trip, you didn't make it out of San Juan." Okay, he wasn't expecting that.

Coulson could probably see the thought process he went through. Trip didn't know where to begin. That left the beginning.

"The shards." A second passed before he continued. He had uttered the statement with a nod of understanding. "I saw them in my chest. I could feel my body hollow out." Dying was nothing. Failing Skye was the worst thing he felt at the time. "That's all I remember waking up here. Every detail from San Juan and just ending up here. What is this place?" he quietly asked with less conviction than everything else uttered.
ukase: (Playing your fool)

[personal profile] ukase 2015-05-10 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, there hadn't been the usual greetings that he expected in a hotel either, so he couldn't say that he was exactly disappointed. He'd been in some pretty good shitholes before.

"So, go and buy some at a nearby store? Or kill it yourself?" Were people actually that unimaginative?

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