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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?
ingrantitude: by <user name="easystreet"> (carry me home love)

Re: Gamora | OTA - prose or brackets!

[personal profile] ingrantitude 2015-05-09 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Ward needed to take a moment to sit down, leaning up against the wall when the green woman passes. He looks a little sick - more then a little sick really.

"Who's Groot?"

What, kids have some weird names these days. He's slowly chewing on a snickersbar as he talks before he climbs to his feet.
unpurify: (hard at working)

[personal profile] unpurify 2015-05-09 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
That's been the word around the water coolers. Or, well, the word around the dismal halls, since this hotel seems to be rather lacking in anything resembling water coolers. Sam casts a weary look at his suitcase. He hasn't even opened it, though the combination is curiously obvious in his head. He'd just gotten the strong sense of possession radiating from the thing, the unmistakeable sensation that it was his, and picking it up had seemed, more or less, like it was simply The Right Thing To Do. If the 'tablet' people have been mentioning - god, that word is never going to be the same to him, is it? - is anywhere, he guesses it'd be there.

"Sam," he answers absently. "I'm thinking those'll have to be my mainline to the real world while I, uh. Get over it." He waves an equivocal hand in a loose circle that's somehow meant to indicate him, sickness included. You know. 'It.'

[personal profile] deadlystar 2015-05-09 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Gamora was a little distracted with her surroundings, so she didn't see the man sitting on the floor against the wall. When he speaks up, she turns, a bit startled, but then puts on her composed face. She doesn't know who this man is, but by the look of him, he's in no condition to be a threat.

"A friend." And a talking tree. You know. Normal stuff.

"Are you alright? You don't look well."
triplett: (i see what u did there)

[personal profile] triplett 2015-05-09 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Even under the circumstances, Trip couldn't help but give at least a little proud smile as he answered. "You mean the modern versions of the Howling Commandos gadgets, Sir?" A beat skipped not long enough for Coulson to respond before Trip continued. "Don't tell me you brought them here! Is Fitz--" Antoine recognized he was getting ahead of himself and stopped. His excited state simmered until his boss answered a question from him.

"Speaking of.. You once asked me if I brought a noisemaker. What was my answer?" The real Coulson would remember. It had been a mission with just the two of them, no intelligence worth having for Hydra. Trip didn't expect a word for word answer but any indication it was the man he'd been on the mission with.
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[personal profile] ingrantitude 2015-05-09 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
He nods slowly, "Fine. Just figured I'd take a seat." It would take a trained predator to see that he's lying when he stands up - seemingly perfectly normal. He shrugs his shoulders, "Just arrived? Yes, the place is as scenic and charming as it looks."

"...Three stars on the dank hovel ratings in Triple A."

[personal profile] deadlystar 2015-05-09 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Gamora notices when he looks over at the suitcase. She received one as well. Anyone who was new seems to be carrying them, so it makes them easier to spot, which she doesn't like. And why would anyone give them suitcases to begin with? The only thing she wants here are her weapons and a way out, and she has neither.

"What's in it?" He might not tell her, but it can't hurt to ask.
unpurify: (inaccessible)

[personal profile] unpurify 2015-05-09 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"No idea, yet." He briefly debates the wisdom of going and looking through it in his current condition, and some part of him makes the snap decision of fuck it. With a weary sound of resignation, he ups and goes ahead with it. His fingers deftly run through the combination on autopilot, and the suitcase opens with a faint click.

He surveys the clothes that certainly look like his, the journal that is definitely Dad's, and with all the situational bizarreness, Sam can only muster the immediate reaction of staring and making a sound that's torn between vaguely manic amusement and exasperation.

"Okay, that's - that's just creepy." He turns over a couple of the plaid shirts, shaking his head. "This is all mine. It's like they went and picked over my life - "

He stops, head angling as he studies what looks like a slab of raw meat wrapped in plastic at the bottom. He gives it an experimental poke that makes his stomach heave a delicate warning, and decides he can leave that well enough alone for now.

"The steak's new," he concludes in the higher-pitched, uncontrolled register of someone who just plain doesn't know how to deal. This is his life. This is his life right now.
triplett: (dumbfounded)

Lobby

[personal profile] triplett 2015-05-09 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
He'd run downstairs only to find a lobby--a rather retro hotel lobby--with no clear sign of an exit outside.

As if it wasn't enough to charge down the stairs the way he had (SO not tactically sound) but there was the matter of his suitcase in hand. If it was really his (doubtful. Not even his grandfather's Howling Commando case had a name written across the handle), he should have opened it and looked for clues before rushing out how he did. Something compelled him to.

Yet nothing was calling to him on the lobby floor.

Trip rushed up to the front desk and rang the bell but not a soul appeared. He finally looked around the lobby. A few... people? There was a green woman. He didn't mean to stare but she was really green. Really green. Antoine was stuck trying to understand just what kind of dream he was having. It didn't feel like a nightmare yet, not having seen one familiar face. Yet he could feel a light sheen of sweat from rushing down the stairs. He didn't remember ever sweating while in a dream before.

He should have at least closed his mouth instead of staring with it hanging open. His mother and grandmother would be mortified. They had taught him better manners than that.
64th: (You're the champagne of friends.)

[personal profile] 64th 2015-05-09 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Cashmere's not real impressed with how the day is shaping up. There aren't any familiar faces among the new arrivals and the only food to be found was popcorn covered in some sort of miserable seasoning. She'd eaten enough to take the edge off her hunger before returning to her room to sulk, wondering if maybe the popcorn was a sign things would return to normal soon. Normal for the hotel, anyway.

A new neighbor is interesting enough to get her back out of her room. She doesn't have answers but she's willing to share what she knows. "Hey," she calls through the door, knocking in case he somehow missed the hey was directed at him. "You okay in there?"

[personal profile] deadlystar 2015-05-09 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Gamora is well trained, but she doesn't let it slip whether or not she can tell he's not as fine as he says he is.

A glance down at the suitcase helps confirm that she did just arrive, and so far she's not impressed by the surroundings. "Triple A?" Gamora doesn't get the reference, but maybe it's not important.

"What am I doing here and how do I leave?" That's really all she cares about at the moment.
triplett: (uncertain)

[personal profile] triplett 2015-05-09 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
The voice wasn't familiar but it didn't sound threatening. Trip remained on edge enough to keep him careful. He already made a number of mistakes since waking up in this game. Whoever was on the other side would see the door open but no one on the other side immediately. It seemed silly to clear the door first for anyone who didn't have combat experience. He could quickly answer the demise of looking through a peephole or standing in the doorway but only after assessing the scene first.

"Hey..." he greeted back cautiously. She was attractive and noticeable. He definitely hadn't seen her before. "What is this place?" The question came as an answer to hers. If the woman wanted to know how he was, Trip was mostly confused and disoriented. He wasn't in the way of her entering in the room if she wished though he didn't give a formal invitation. It wasn't like him to be less than cordial with someone who wasn't threatening but this wasn't an every day occurrence.
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[personal profile] ingrantitude 2015-05-09 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"America's discount vacation planners. Circa the United states...on planet earth. In some dimensions."

Ward's voice is quiet, "...I don't know." He frowns, "...If you can figure it out we're all behind you. Think of this place as the nicest prison you can find that might possibly be in another dimension."
64th: to meet me. (I envy you. I've never been able)

[personal profile] 64th 2015-05-09 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"I wish I knew," she shrugs. "I've been here a few months and still haven't figured out where we are or why we're here. Or how to get out." He'll get used to it. She doesn't move to enter his room but does peek around him to see if there's any evidence that he's got anything interesting in his possession. It looks mostly the same as her's, save all the clutter she's collected.

"Anyway. I'm Cashmere, I'm in 103." And she's here to check out what kind of person she's going to be living next to.
villainously: ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ (⇾ 90)

Courtyard!

[personal profile] villainously 2015-05-09 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Honestly, he's more impressed than anything. He's a dextrous fellow but he still wouldn't have ever tried to run up a wall. Even being lithe for a pirate, it wouldn't have gotten him anywhere. That she got up as far she did is truly commendable, yet, well... in this place, they're all quick to find there's no place to go but down.

He moves from the doorway where he was watching her at work, expression a little blank and set with a frown. It's hard to get the pirate to smile after he gets out of bed these days. "You all right?" he inquires, even having enough manners to offer his good hand to help her up if she'll take it. "Can't say I've ever seen anyone try that before." Makes him wonder if they might try a human ladder, see if they can get to the top that way... He even glances up to see how far the distance is.

Likely not a great plan, but he's of the same opinion as her. They need to do something.
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[personal profile] villainously 2015-05-09 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
If it's a joke, I think we all forgot to laugh.

( Hook is...... mildly troubled by how much smoke the fireplace is giving out. he's seen men go down by smoke alone, and he's not sure they need any more ways to be unhealthy in this blasted place. there's not that much reprieve from keeping the courtyard open, and he's tempted to try and douse the thing entirely.

it's just coincidence that someone's speaking to him... and that he assed himself to answer, really. Hook is very less involved with the newcomers of late. what's the point? unless he's got food, then the pirate isn't too keen on discussion. )
triplett: (hesitant)

[personal profile] triplett 2015-05-09 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Months? A few months? His face displayed the disbelief he felt. She wasn't much help but her answer was something. And she didn't give the impression of being an enemy.

On his bed was the suitcase opened and bag of crackers shared space with a small stack of photographs on the top of his clothing. The tablet was on the bed next to the piece of luggage. Trip followed her eyes in the room then returned to look at them. "Antoine Triplett." His friends referred to him by a different name but he had yet to fully establish if that was the right category to put her in. She sent up a flag by peeking in his room but he couldn't quite call it a red one.

He'd cut her off if she made a bee line to his luggage. If Cashmere was hungry, that was fine, but he wasn't ready to share familiar faces with her. Then again... What if she recognized some of the faces from around the hotel? No. He couldn't take the chance and put anyone in danger. She could be a scout for Hydra, sent to gather intelligence. He didn't let his doubts show on his features but cooly strolled to his suitcase--pulling out the bag of crackers before closing the luggage shut.

"Was there someone in this room before me?" he casually asked, doing his own investigating. Little did he know the starvation everyone had been through. Hunger wasn't on his mind but snacking gave him a less threatening appearance. He wasn't ready to smile just yet since she hadn't.
villainously: ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ (⇾ 151)

( screening room )

[personal profile] villainously 2015-05-09 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
( he's not really a cake guy. Hook doesn't do sweets in general, he never had them enough to really take a taste for them. sweets used to be for the wealthy and privileged, and once he was old enough to actually partake, he generally didn't care to. a spot of cake has never and would never be his weakness...

right about now, though? all of them need to take all the food they can get. he's got no bloody idea who this woman is or why she's offering, yet if she doesn't realize that food is scarce here, he's not going to complain. he'll take a piece and likely try to share it with a savior, if she doesn't hand it all out, like she does with everything else he brings her. )


I'll have a slice if you please. ( he's not going to force her into it, but hey, she did offer. )
technologist: (383)

lobby work?

[personal profile] technologist 2015-05-09 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Fitz bypasses the cider packets the first time around. He's still got some scraps of food from the hotel's previous acts of generosity, and there are probably people who need them more — and, of course, they aren't actually food. About thirty minutes after the new arrivals have trickled out of the lobby, however, he wanders back downstairs with the intent of investigating what's been left in their wake.

Needless to say, he isn't expecting to catch a glimpse of a familiar figure near the front desk as he leaves the stairwell. Fitz stops in his tracks, grip going tight on the tablet in his hands.

He can't be absolutely positive, not until the man turns around. Still, he's startled enough to voice his assumption, voice equal parts uncertain and hopeful. "Trip?"
triplett: (undivided attention)

For you? OF COURSE!

[personal profile] triplett 2015-05-09 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
The strangeness started to feel like a nightmare. People around but no staff and no exit to this antiquated hotel. The green ...woman from before had ventured out to the courtyard. Trip couldn't quite categorize her as a familiar face, just a noticeable one. He wasn't in search for people anymore as he was for more answers (and maybe something to eat with the crackers in his suitcase). Wasn't it always the case that the minute you were no longer looking for something, it turned up?

"Fitz?!" There was no mistaking that Scottish voice even the accent didn't quite come out by saying his name. "What're you--Where are we?" he immediately asked and stumbled with questions. Trip didn't know where to start. If this was Hydra trying to get information from him, they were upping their ante. Yet instincts were telling him he was genuinely face to face with his teammate. "I woke up on the floor of a room and haven't seen anyone else."

He didn't bring up just yet what his last memory was before finding himself on that threadbare carpet. First things first.
64th: I am gonna completely ignore everything you just said. (with all due respect)

[personal profile] 64th 2015-05-09 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Somebody's got to be the bearer of bad news, so it might as well be her. She's glad he's not running around losing his mind like some people do - like she did - when they arrive. Her eyes follow him, and she wonders what he's trying to hide. Not that she can blame him for being cautious. She's plenty paranoid all on her own. She could empathize with hiding the photographs. She's got a single photo of her brother and it feels too personal to share with strangers.

The crackers have her attention, though. She'd had a stockpile of leftover breakfast bits and Easter candy but that's gone now. He probably shouldn't go waving his snacks around the hotel - at the very least somebody will probably try to guilt him into giving his crackers to a kid.

"Yeah," she nods. "There's been some people who've disappeared since I got here. Somebody had your room when we arrived but... that's been a while." But about those crackers... "did your suitcase come with food in it?"
una_persson: (wide eyes)

[personal profile] una_persson 2015-05-10 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
Entities unseen and unknown gets a raised eyebrow. She frees up her right hand and gives him a firm handshake. "Una Persson. So tell me about these problems, Mr Hart. I gather they involve the availability of food somehow."
una_persson: (headturn)

[personal profile] una_persson 2015-05-10 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
"This happens a lot, I'm beginning to gather," she says, moving closer. "I—excuse me, but are you all right?" There's something about his face that she recognises, a hollowness beyond what is probably normally a lanky frame. The look of hunger. She's seen it before.
una_persson: (looking up)

[personal profile] una_persson 2015-05-10 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Am I? Oh—this." She gives the bag a little shake. "I gather things are going poorly here."
ourlastbesthope: (neutral- pondering)

[personal profile] ourlastbesthope 2015-05-10 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
"A lot? I don't know. It's happened before, though," he explained. "And...yes. They've cut off our food supply." He shrugged. "I'm assuming that we'll get it back eventually, but, until then, we've been surviving off vitamins, leftover candy, and water. This...was not a good time for you to arrive."
una_persson: (oh sod)

[personal profile] una_persson 2015-05-10 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
"It sounds like the last thing this place needs right now is a sudden influx of newcomers," she said. She considered a moment, then put down her suitcase, opened it, and took out the tin of ginger nut biscuits that had somehow arrived with her (which, like her jar of instant coffee, was at least a foodstuff she made a regular habit of carrying with her, unlike the bag of frozen chicken nuggets that still bemused her). "Here, have one," she said, opening the tin. "Obviously I'll need to ration them but—you look like you could use one."

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