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[hacker]

Who: SKYE and YOU
Where: The main lobby, mostly (available elsewhere).
When: February 16th
What: If you're freezing half to death and can't control your powers, clap your hands.
Notes: Anyone is free to have wandered into range and noticed some WEIRD QUAKING going on. Available in prose or commentspam.

Something is very wrong here.

The tremors come intermittently, usually joined with particularly bad shakes on her part. It's not the first time she's noticed it—the bulb in her room shattered on the first day, the bible fell off the night table. Truthfully, she'd hoped "haunted" was the answer. It'd fit with the rest of the creepy atmosphere.

But this is something else. Blankets bundled around her, Skye departs her room, thinking it'll get her away from whatever the hell is going on with it, but the quaking follows her. She huddles up under the concierge desk in the lobby, tucked away from view. The fireplace doesn't do a lot for heat, but it keeps the main floor at a slightly higher temperature than the rest of the hotel (or maybe that's just the placebo effect of hearing it crackling). That's enough for her.

Or she'd like to think. Showing up in a t-shirt just off of a mission in San Juan was really biting her in the ass now: she hadn't packed for just above freezing temperatures. As her shivers worsen, so too does the way her abilities shake the room around her. Ten feet in any direction, a low-scale earthquake sets in. The pen cup rattles. The table lamp pops a bulb and falls over before vibrating off the edge of the desk, dangling by its cord.

And the fact that it moved with her from her bedroom? Well that just makes it harder for her to calm down.

Her shoulders hunch around her ears, and she raises her hands to pull at her hair, muscles tight to conserve both her body heat and her sanity. Something's wrong. Whatever those crystals in the temple did, it followed her here. So her breath is short with muted panic, afraid of herself and unable to get away from it.

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[hesmypuddin]

Harley had settled into the lobby into her newly erected blanket fort without any care that she'd be taking up space that others might need (or want) to use. At the end of the day, Harley was Harley's first and last concern; particularly as she didn't really know anyone else here at the hotel beyond a shared kidnapping experience.

She's laying in her pile of blankets, taking comfort in the cushions she stole off nearby lobby chairs, when the first of the tremors begin to kick in.

"Ya gotta be kiddin' me..." The entire room seems to be rumbling lightly, but it's a bit unlike the average earthquake she's experienced in the past. Rather than a short rumble or roll of the ground under her, the shaking seems to be continuous.

"What the heck?" She crawls out of her fort, reaching back inside to grab the inflatable mallet she'd brought down from her room. No, it wouldn't do much, but it looked real and that was a step in the right direction. Once out of her fort, she pushes up to her feet and is completely and utterly not dressed for any of this (decked out in booty shorts and a crop top). She hoists the mallet onto her shoulder, and it looks to have some weight despite being inflatable. The ground still rumbles under her feet, earning a frown from the petite blond.

It's another thing altogether that grabs her attention, however, and she pauses mid-step and tilts her head. She begins to slowly creep toward the lobby desk, the sound of panicked breathing growing louder and louder as she approaches. Definitely the right direction!!

She isn't going to give Skye any kind of warning, instead hoisting herself up easily on the desk counter and swinging her upper half to hang upside down over the edge of it, feet kicking in the air idly.

"Ahhh... What's up toots?"

Surprise, Skye!!

[hacker]

The suddenness of Harley's appearance takes Skye aback, and she flinches away from the counter slightly, jostling it in extra measure out of sheer surprise. She pushes herself to her feet, pressing into the opposite wall, getting herself defensively on Harley's level when she picks up on the mallet she carries.

"Maybe a little warning next time?" She bristles defensively, scanning Harley quickly like she's assessing a threat. It doesn't do much for the steady tremors rumbling through the hotel lobby, but they don't seem to get worse, at least. It's just like her training with May. Learn to control herself, her heart rate, stay calm. She can do this.