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checkingout2015-05-08 12:39 am
checkingin) wrote in checkingout2015-05-08 12:39 am
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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
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.
EXISTING GUESTS.
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?
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he frowns at it, crossing his arms, wincing because that stings, and uncrossing them again. ) It's a hotel of some sort. And three months, hard to keep proper track but about that. ( gods, has it been four? he's going to stop thinking about this. )
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[ The smoke is concerning in some respects, but being in a strange new place he can't get out of? Even more disconcerting. ] Three months? And no one's found a way out? Now that is great.
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Right, that's what I said. Good on you for keeping up a sentence at a time.
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[ Charlie bristles a little and he looks over at Hook again. ] Yes, hard to keep up. You look like absolute shit. It's hard not to get distracted. [ A wry smirk. ]
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he turns his entire attention to the lad so desperate to knock him down a peg, crossing his arms and letting a brow lift. ) Look, mate, if you need an excuse for your staring, you'll need a better one. And for the record, I'm taken.
( a pause, before he returns his glower back towards the fireplace. )
i am so sorry
[ he holds his hands up in false surrender, though the smirk has not left his lips, not at all. ]
But don't worry, not interested in you or your little boyfriend, pal, so don't flatter yourself. [ Charlie was only giving as much as he had been given before, but now he's irritated, especially by the strangely dressed man staring at the fire. ]
But keep dreaming, you'll find someone mediocre, sorry to say I call by looking that you're not even remotely worth the trouble. [ Heskeths had standards, of course and eyelinered, swarthy types? no, thank you. ]
no ur not
but for once in his life, Hook decides not to rise to the bait. he only too recently got out of a pointless scuffle over nothing at all. perhaps he's even learning. or perhaps he's also under the impression his current company isn't worth it. )
Right. ( just a single, incredibly deprecating word. ) Care to take your peacocking elsewhere? I'm trying to sort out this fire, which I take you've neglected to notice in your staring and grousing.
true but ugh i love that icon u used. dat neck okay.
What, because it's smoking? Flue is either stopped up or the firewood was wet. Or I suppose someone could have added something to it, but that seems unlikely as there isn't really a way out, and smoking the place up with its windows locked? Unwise.
[ sorry, Hook, he's far more observant than he seems and he does have some relative life skills, especially after going through a spy's training. ]
What's that about neglecting to notice, again? I'm afraid I didn't catch it.
he's so pretty it's really rude
I assure you they don't give a shit about what will or won't kill us here. If it gets any worse, someone will need to put it out. ( and he's trying to decide if that person will be him, though he's not sure how he'll do it. buckets aren't exactly prevalent. might be able to get a pitcher from Cashmere. )
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[ But he'd not fault the guy for trying. The smoke could be a very big problem, especially in a place with sealed windows and no doors out. ] But good luck, really. Good to know the true nature of this place. Lovely.
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fact is there aren't many answers to give, yet the pirate really ought to try. somebody had to, anyway. ) So you've asked around, then. If you've got questions, you might as well ask, but I don't promise any answers. ( they were very few and hard to come by around here, after all. it was an improvement over glowering and snipping... though it wouldn't last if the gesture of good will was thrown back at him. )