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

courtyard

[ivolunteer]

( what a useless waste of time killian, god. you're just going to get sick and probably die because this place has something of a sick sense of humor, if you ask her; whoever's watching them from the invisible camera lenses all over the place or whatever would probably find someone dying from a pneumonia terribly boring — it was boring, especially by capitol standards compared to a good bloody knife fight — but that didn't mean they'd step in and help.

they're on their own on that front. staring at the sky isn't going to get them anywhere.

(it's certainly not going to get peeta to swing open his door when she hammers her fists on the door knocks a few times a day, but — )

katniss joins him anyway. stands in compatible silence and stares upward until she starts to get lightheaded and decides to sit down on the cold, muddy ground. better. slightly. )

[villainously]

( no, staring at the sky isn't going to give him answers. or save the boy that's disappeared from the halls without a trace. is he dead again? hurt? did this place do something to him? is he waiting somewhere, wishing for them to find them and they have given up looking? there are no answers, only more questions, and he's got all too much creativity to make up new terrible outcomes. looking at the sky doesn't change anything.

yet for the pirate there is some comfort in it, for some reason. perhaps if he waits long enough, he'll see the sun. maybe some stars. no matter what world he's in, the sky is always overhead to greet him. there's some kind of comfort in that.

he's not expecting company. he doesn't complain when he has some, though... if only because it's company he doesn't mind. he glances over but doesn't speak. he wants to ask if she went through all the oranges. maybe he was too generous in giving them all to her. he and Emma are out of food and have been for a few days... but he doesn't ask. finds he doesn't want to.

it's only when she sits down on the wet, muddy ground, that he realizes that she... well she looks worse than usual. he doesn't know what that might mean. he glances down at her with a frown, silent as he considers her. ) I don't have any more oranges. ( or any more anything actually. except, well... ) I nicked some popped corn, if you like. ( if only it were that easy. giving her some food and making her problems go away. he knows it's not that easy but he tries anyway. )