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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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[cisskabob]

Cissie, like a lot of the others, had moved to the lobby for the warmth. The crowd of bodies and the fire made it slightly warmer than her lonely room, but she still wore almost every article of clothing she'd found in her suitcase and wrapped herself in her blanket.

Running up and down the stairs a few times helps warm her up a bit, so when she finishes a fourth lap and thinks her legs might go out from under her, she makes her way back to the lobby, blankets tight around her. She settles into a chair, ready to huddle in and people watch for a while, when suddenly her chair starts shaking under her. Next to her, she watches the pen cup on the desk rattle, and the lightbulb in the lamp pop just before the lamp goes skittering off the edge of the desk.

...So that's perfect--earthquakes on top of freezing temperatures in a hotel without doors where it never stops raining. Cissie jumps up, looking around and--no one is panicking. It looks like maybe she's the only one who noticed. She would wonder if she imagined it, if it weren't for the lamp.

Cissie goes to pick it up and put it on top of the desk again--which is when she spots something under the desk, some movement that catches her eye. She leans over, and spots Skye, hunched in on herself like a frightened animal.

So maybe she wasn't the only one to feel that. Cissie kneels on the floor next to the desk, careful not to touch her, but close enough.

"...Hey. Are you okay? I mean--are you hurt?"

[mygame]

"It's like being in California again."

The Nogitsune had finally come up from the laundry room. Snuggling the dryer had helped for a time, at least until it felt the need to get up and go feed. After securing all its blankets, the creature fastened on the first bit of misery it could and set about finding where it was coming from. With luck, it might consume enough to retreat back to what little warmth it had found quickly.

Like Skye, the Nogitsune wasn't dressed for the cold. Unlike the wolves, the Nogitsune was simply a spirit in a human body and thus limited by that human body in most respects. Stiles hadn't been built for falling temperatures. Come to think of it, Stiles hadn't been built for much but sarcasm.

"That's different," it said to itself. Most of the earthquakes it had experience had been large area. Having one that only ran ten or twelve feet from its epicenter was enough to draw its curiosity. "Now what could be causing that?"

A few breaths were pulled in as if the thing were tasting the air.

[gloriouscurse]

Regina's suitcase selections certainly haven't helped her keep warm. She has dresses, for them most part, and a gown from her reign as queen. There are few pant suits, so she's wearing business pants, and her long sleeved pajama top with tights. It's not the most matched she's ever been, but with her own blanket around her shoulders, she's warm enough in he warmer lobby. And then, as she sits lost in her thoughts, she feels it. A shaking, a rumbling, and she frowns. What fresh hell is this going to be?

Standing, she wanders for a moment, trying to get to the source until she hits the concierge desk. Frowning, she stands in front of it, and then the small quake happens again and she makes her way around, only to find someone huddled there. It clicks then, that she's the source, and two things pop into Regina's mind: First, how the hell was she able to do it if there was no magic here, and second: is it magic? What the hell is it? But grilling her won't make it stop, so she kneels down, studying her and not afraid at all. She's been around people with stronger powers, or at least equal.

"If you fear what you're doing and let that consume you, it's not going to get better," she offers.

[trepidations]

Peter only intended to move down to the lobby to warm up a little bit. He's thankful that, when he left his home, it was the middle of winter, so he has a few spare jumpers and a jacket handy, at least.

He's not expecting, however, to feel himself begin to shiver. The way his legs shake under him as he descends the steps is strange, at most, and he first blames it on the hotel. It's weird, and those things were bound to happen, but as the tremors seem to grow more prevalent the closer he gets to the lobby? Well. It's evident there's something more to this.

He almost misses the woman at first, curled up under the desk, but the pop of the lamp bulb as it falls draws his attention, peering around to see what is causing the racket. Peter moves nearer, crouching down, and he reaches a hand out to her. They're strangers, but she looks terrified, in pain, maybe? Something unpleasant, and maybe if he can snap her out of it, they can figure out what's going on.

"... Hey, hey are you alright? It's... it'll pass soon, you just... you should calm down."

It's almost like magic, really, when someone is mad enough and glasses shatter, windows and doors slam shut, candles go out. He's seen it a handful of times, wandless magic, and maybe this is the same?

[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!!