comforter, philospher, and life long shit (OPEN)

[checkingin]

Who: Everyone!
Where: The initial arrival rooms, the main lobby, all over the place.
When: June 6th
What: Welcome newbie. Oh, and the staff makes an appearance.

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 a warmly crackling fireplace, to your right is a lobby desk. straight ahead are three large sets of doors, though only one of them is open to the public. and outside the few (curtained, permanently dark) windows is the continually steady hiss of rain.

welcome to the hotel.

FRONT DESK.

he exits the staircase just like all of you have: wide eyed, a little overwhelmed, with a worried press to his lips. but unlike most of the current guests, he also exists the stairs with purpose. walks to the front desk and sets his suitcase at his feet so as to clear off the used coffee cup and straighten the pad of paper and pen on the sleek, worn wood. he even goes so far as to straighten the bell and "CUSTOMER SERVICE" plaque before bending behind the desk and unhitching the lock on his suitcase.

when next he rises, it's with a dark red bellhop hat on top of dark, messy curls. there's a matching jacket in hand, being shrugged on over what previously had been little more than a classy shirt. now it's apparent that it's some kind of uniform.

and what's a uniform without a shiny nametag to go with it? affixed upon his left breast by a pin, with a single word stamped on it:

"AUGUSTUS."

SCREENING ROOM.

on a tall pull-down screen, a silent version of metropolis 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 timey music.

along the curtained windows is another long table, with a large bowl full of bland, slightly stale potato chips. there are a lot of styrofoam cups and tiny plastic stirring sticks, but no giant hot water tumblers or powdered drink packets.

OTHER.

there is no main door leading to the outside, good luck trying to find one.

the door to the courtyard is unlocked.

Comments

[ukase]

[A lot of people in this place where capable of bad things to bad and good people. It was all a matter of self-control, never raging out emotions and leaving evidence behind. Of course, when had that ever stopped people in the Middle Ages burning people for witchcraft anyway?]

That's on you. If there's evidence against me, I won't be happy and I bet it will be planted.

[deadlystar]

[It very well could be, but this is a difficult situation. Whether he's telling the truth or lying might be impossible to determine.]

I'll look into it.

[She offers him the remainder of the popcorn before she departs.]

[ukase]

[He inclined his head and took the popcorn off her hands because she had offered. Seemed like things were getting interesting. He watched her slip off, admiring her skill before he eased away and moved off himself.]