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

[avengeme]

[Coulson lets out a frustrated sigh] He's Skye's father. A little off in the head from all those years searching for her. He's dangerous. Enhanced strength and a bad temper.

[vdova]

And he's here? [ Well. Shit. ]

[avengeme]

Yep. Did I mention he's a scientist? [the similarities to the Hulk is astounding really] He has the whole crazy scientist thing down. And he hates SHIELD.

[vdova]

[ Natasha curses under her breath in Russian, heaving a sigh. ] How dangerous are we talking?

[avengeme]

Able to rip a guy apart with his bare hands type of dangerous. The worst part is we don't have a whole lot of information on him.

[vdova]

Do you have someone keeping an eye on him?

[avengeme]

No. Sad to say, we're not all that organized here just yet.

[and he really doesn't want to ask Skye to do it]

[vdova]

Give me a description. I'll do it.

[avengeme]

I'll do you one better. Let me go grab my tablet. He made a video post before.

I haven't seen him around recently though. He could be gone but I can't be sure.

((OOC: I just realized the character's been dropped))

[vdova]

Or in hiding. Send it my way.

(( no big deal! we can handwave that she later reported to coulson that he was gone! ))

[avengeme]

Come on. [he leads the way to his room. It's on the first floor and somewhere down the middle of the hallway so it's not a long trek]

Anyway. Other things you might want to know about this place includes no obvious way out. Constant rain. And monthly experiments.

[vdova]

Sounds exciting. [ Said in a tone that clearly means she doesn't think it's exciting at all, as she follows. ]

[avengeme]

This month's favorite is starvation. See how long the subjects can survive on water and old rations.

[vdova]

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

[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.

[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.

[avengeme]

No problem.

Just give me a holler if you need anything. Though the only thing I have of value is the ibuprofen.

[vdova]

You'll be the first I talk to the next time I get a headache.

[avengeme]

It's nice to feel needed. [he grins before adding a bit more earnestly] It's really good to have you here.

[his back feels a lot safer]

[vdova]

Thanks. I'm not glad to be here, but I appreciate it.

[avengeme]

Hey, the more of us there are, the easier it might be to escape. At least, that's what I'm hoping.

[he's still trying to be an optimist okay]