I USED TO DREAM THAT I WOULD MEET A PRINCE

[checkingin]

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?

Comments

[deadlystar]

"A game played in weather like this? Strange game." But Terrans are a bit strange in general, given her exposure to Quill as a representative of their whole race. Poor Terrans...

"Zehoberei is my home world, but it no longer exists." So she probably won't be telling him much more about it than that.

[avengeme]

"It's more of a- never mind." It's just a silly reference anyway.

His brows furrow at her statement. "I'm sorry to hear that." He can't imagine losing a whole planet.

[lifewithoutrest]

He gets a bit of a smile, a slight shake of her head. "Afraid not." Though, that fact apparently works in her favor. Whoever Naomi is, it seems he has reason to not trust her. If he truly knew her, he may not want to trust her either.

She's still studying him with a certain amount of concern, wishing he were a little more focused. A gentle hand circles his wrist, checking his pulse, but she glances back up at the last.

"What makes you say that?" He's talking about angels and strange experiences. It stands to reason this might not be a typical illness. But she's hardly the type to back down from a challenge, especially where her patients are concerned. And by crossing into her space, he's automatically earned himself that designation.

[unpurify]

"It's, um." He squeezes his eyes shut. Cas said something, he remembers. Dimly. "Subatomic. Like, uh, cosmic consequences."

It doesn't really occur to him that that might not be the most comprehensible explanation for why he's apparently suffering from an absolute monster of a flu. He registers a hand taking his pulse a bit after the fact, and he jerks his head in another attempt to clear it.

"Let's just say," he says, his diction more than a little slurred, "Hell does not like it when y'try to close th'door."

[bettercallit]

That how it is? [ But he's grinning, pushing up from the swing in all of his sodden glory. ] If she'll be persuaded to leave me alone with the kids, she'll be there.

[bettercallit]

"Not as far as I've been able to tell. No reports of outside communication of any kind. And I've searched the network, though that's more Natasha's area than mine." He doesn't doubt for a second that she's already been through the network searching for answers, but he makes a mental note to remember to ask; he's probably grown too close to the people here to pick everything out that could lead somewhere.

"Alternative versions or versions from a different point in time?" He lists off the guests he's crossed paths with, checks through the faces he's come across, and shakes his head. "Neither, so far. But there were others here before I arrived. It's possible it could happen, but no idea why they'd want more than one of us."

[lesson]

( if only it were that simple. but not even kingsman have the tech to bring harry back, and eggsy also doubts their establishment could keep merlin anywhere he didn't want to be. yet they'd been here for months. and now, welp, so was he.

it takes just about as much restraint not to punch charlie in the fucking nose — again — on principal, and eggsy sneers viciously but keeps his hands to himself; he's smart enough to know that half starved and lightheaded, he wasn't any comparison for someone fresh from training and well fed. ) Nice ain't the word I'd use. ( decking is off the table but shouldering his way into charlie's room and all but slamming the door behind him is the only logical recourse of action, naturally. and once the door is closed, he huffs, grits his teeth, and raises his chin as if daring the other man to tell him off. )

I need to talk to you. Sit down.

[daddykirk]

All George can hear is ringing in his ears, though by the fourth hey it's starting to die down with everything else. Most everything else anyway, because he's sure his heart is in his throat and he's about to fall over. So when the other man continues to talk to him at least he hears it this time.

And the look on his face is nothing short of a mystery, plenty enough to make anyone wonder (more) what happened on the other side of that door to make him look this..... jolted. Regardless, George nods to the advice and sinks to the floor after stiffly letting go of the suitcase.

Even if he was some kind of a threat, he's far too shaken up to do much of anything aside from run if something threatens him. And with the show approach by this man he easily lets the idea go that he's in anymore immediate danger. "I, I—I don't know, I don't—" He shakes his head, trying for even breaths. "It's, I just saw it. It has my name but," The breath is deep. "I've never owned anything like it."

If he moved it to have a look, see if there was anything in there worth using, not only would George let him but he also won't find much out of the normal. Inside is a few shirts, pants and other necessary clothing, a pair of boots and a worn, leather jacket. Though—while still not helpful—on top of all that sits a raw chicken, wrapped in plastic.

[deadlystar]

"Let us hope the same fate doesn't befall your own world or any other." And it won't, if Gamora can do anything to stop it.

[vdova]

[ Natasha hums at that. ] As if some of us aren't trained for that kind of scenario in the first place.

[vdova]

[ She smirks at him, and starts towards the doors. ] Tell her Thor will help you babysit. That should help.

[skaikru]

( civilized is a bit of a stretch; clarke is just very close to so done with all the hotels shit. on top of starvation-tired, she's still just this side of emotionally exhausted. but for him, she clarifies — )

No, I sleep plenty. ( and with something of a reflective expression, not particulaly pleased with realizing just how much time she'd spent resting lately. ) More than I should. I meant — you've kind of arrived at a very inconveninent time. All the food we've been eating stopped showing up. So you should be really, really careful with that.

( that being the lunch meat and dog kibble (lol what's a dog) that she's been pointedly not eyeballing, but that clarke'd noticed the second she'd stepped into the room. )

[avengeme]

"Yeah. We're working on that." Coulson says glumly. "All we can do is rely on the Avengers when it comes to extra terrestrial invasions." Granted, it is a very good defense.

[avengeme]

I'm worried about the ones who aren't.

[they get to his room and he unlocks the door easily, entering first before turning to wave Natasha in]

Welcome to my humble abode.

[triplett]

"Alright," he acknowledged firmly with a nod. Trip made quick work of opening the suitcase. A brow arched at the packaged chicken. The only item that had any use were the pairs of socks."The rooms have a bathroom. Let's get you cleaned up and see how much damage you're working with. Keep this pressed against there in the meantime," he handed Kirk Sr (name on the handle) a folded up cotton sock.

The man didn't look much older than him. He at least spoke English. Trip wasn't a doctor but he couldn't leave the guy in the shape he was in. Nothing about him had sent up a flag to not help so he was helping.

Once the man did as told, Trip carefully helped him to his feet and back to the room he'd come out of. It was the closest. "It's a hotel. There's gotta be a sewing kit in a drawer. There's a mini fridge. We can use some ice to numb the cuts that need stitching. And the burns." Damn. Kirk was a mess. No phone in the place or a tv made it doubtful calling for outside help would get them anywhere.

Trip had called for help before Kirk had ever answered him. No one came. So he propped the suitcase to keep the door open in case anyone did walk by. If they didn't have a medical background, at least they could try and get help.

[cgrades]

I'm well aware, thanks.

[ He's not a fool, he's just trying to figure this guy out. They arrive and already he's plotting something? But he can't blame him -- the more he thinks about it, the more it makes sense. Why sit idly like everyone else that's been here -- why wait for something to happen?

Charlie did always consider himself an opportunist, after all. He shifts his weight, stepping back and offering his hand out. ]

I think I could come to like it, yes. Charlie Hesketh. And you are?

[cgrades]

Well, you're a delight as always, Eggy.

[ Because it means they're in nothing but trouble if a place like this has them both trapped here. Kingsman agents (well, at least one) with no way out, could never be a good thing. ]

I'm fine standing, thanks. [ The height makes him feel powerful, after all, or at least gives him the illusion of it. Especially when he knows that Eggsy advanced and he didn't -- that Eggsy may well have secured his position while Charlie, of the finest breeding and training, did not. His lips twist into a sour frown. ] So get on with it, I really am rather tired, and I think I could sleep much better with the door locked and you on the other side of it.

[ukase]

[There was no point in waiting in his mind. The sooner people found out that he was here, the less chance he had at getting what he needed and wanted. He was used to working fast after all.

He regarded the hand for a moment before taking it in a firm handshake. No dirty tricks just yet.]

Call me Bones. I'll leave a sign when I think we should plan to make a move. It's up to you if you're in position to at that time.

[deadlystar]

"Avengers?" Perhaps a defense force of some kind. "We have a lot we can tell each other, Coulson." One day they should sit down for a very long talk.

[avengeme]

Coulson smiles. "That we do. But I should probably not keep you." It must not be too comfortable standing around in wet clothes.

[vdova]

[ Natasha stops outside his door, turns around, and then turns back, jerking a thumb over her shoulder towards room 109. ] Howdy, neighbor.

[ She grins at him as she steps inside, and then nods in approval. ] I see we used the same decorater.

[avengeme]

Convenient. Captain Rogers's over there. [he gestures in the direction of 111.]

[he reaches for the tablet on the table, passing by the Captain America pajama set draped over the chair. He glances at it, groans silently when he realizes it's far too late to hide it, and just... moves on to browsing for the network post he's looking for.]

[vdova]

[ In fairness it doesn't surprise her, like, at all. Everyone knew about Coulson's cap obsession. The pajamas get a passing glance and a small, soft, snort as she comes to stand next to him and watches his tablet. ]

[avengeme]

[Don't judge just because it's his worst kept secret. It takes a bit of scrolling but he finally finds the post and shows it to her]

This guy. I'm sad to say this is the first time I learned his full name.

[vdova]

[ Natasha frowns as she watches, notes the day and time stamp of the post, and then nods. ] Got it. I'll make sure of his status and report to you. Thanks Coulson.