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

he's so pretty it's really rude

[villainously]

( he's aware why firewood might smoke, it's that it is and it could be dangerous that has him bothered. he might get people cross if he puts it out, but it might be worth it if the smoke gets too bad. he waves a hand at Charlie, if he's expecting an asspatting for knowing why a fire might smoke, he's not getting one here. )

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. )

[cgrades]

If this place is as twisted as everyone's saying, chances are they'll just re-light it.

[ 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.

[villainously]

( it's very far from his job to be the bloody welcome wagon. as he so sarcastically noted not too long ago. Hook doesn't fancy himself villainous these days and yet, if he's ever going to get closer to good, he'll need to stop being a shit to strangers. and this one in particular has been stranded in a strange, unfortunate place, and apparently has gotten little in the way of answers.

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. )