a gent of good intent who's content to be ( OPEN )

[checkingin]

Who: Everyone!
Where: The initial arrival rooms, the main lobby, all over the place.
When: March 3rd
What: Welcome, newbies.

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. 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.

terribly sorry for the inconvenience.

SCREENING ROOM.

on a long pull-down screen, a silent version of the phantom carriage 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 popcorn and a large hot drink dispenser full of hot water, but without any tea or hot chocolate packets around.

OTHER.

the ballroom is currently closed, and the grand doors locked.

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

the doors to the courtyard and breakfast hall are unlocked, but looks like you've missed the morning meal. sucks for you.

ROOMS.

you've a room key with your assigned room number on it. all the new guest residences will be located on floors three and four. 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.

it's late when the newcomers arrive, there's a good chance you'd been about to go to sleep (or just waking up, who knows, your mom's not here to tell you when to go to bed or get up). but if you're paying attention, you might hear the hustle and bustle in the lobby below; or maybe you're just drawn there because your gut told you to go join the commotion. whatever the case may be, go mingle!

Comments

[logistical]

[ This is, in fact, the third place he'd think to look for Kirk. (the first was the mess hall, the second wherever his quarters were.) Colour him mildly surprised to actually find Kirk fitting into his deductive reasoning, less so that he's acting like he owns the place. ]

Jim?

[kirking]

[Fuck, damnit Spock.

Kirk had just popped some popcorn into his mouth when Spock spoke and if he ever wanted to see his captain nearly choke on earth food-- here's his chance. Gives him the chance to pull his shit together a little, set the popcorn aside and jump to his feet.]

What are you-- holy shit. I've never been so relieved to see you in my life.

[Time to go home, right Spock? Bring JT home.]

[logistical]

[ it's not the worst thing he's seen you do bro B( Spock just waits for him to finish, hands clasped behind his back, looking for all the world as though they've never left the ship. ]

I am conducting a survey of our surroundings.

[ because he's just going to casually ignore you saying you missed him again, what are feels :c ]

As of yet I can only definitely confirm that the perpetrators are familiar with Earth architecture and history. What of the integrity of the Prime Directive, Captain?

[kirking]

[That earns him a stare from Kirk for a few seconds, maybe ten and his mouth falls open a little bit too before he pulls it together.]

You're not here on a rescue mission, are you?

[Which just means that Spock has been grabbed too.]

[logistical]

[ — Rescue mission..?? ]

[ oh. ]

If I had been aware of your circumstances appropriate measures would have been taken. [ a beat, softer, ] My apologies.

[kirking]

When's the last time you saw me, Spock?

[Kind of a weird question but it's Kirk. No one should be surprised.]

[logistical]

[ Not that weird, considering the existing time displacement. ]

You had just recovered from your injuries - after taking drastic action to save the ship and crew. [ something twitches at the corner of his mouth, he smooths the emotion over quickly. ] When is the last time you saw me?

[kirking]

A month ago.

[He's been inside this hotel for a month, Spock. It makes him generally just annoyed and frustrated.]

The night before I woke up here.

[logistical]

[ Woe to whoever's responsible keeping Kirk grounded tbqh. Spock glances over his shoulder to make sure nobody else is in the immediate vicinity. All things considered, Jim certainly is too spry to just have gotten out of a two-week long coma, but at the same time doesn't seem too visibly affected by the whole.. dying thing. ]

What has happened in the intervening time?

[kirking]

[Well he's not going to talk about dying right now, so there. He's fine. He's totally fine. Fine is his new middle name.]

Um, not much, actually. I can't find a way out of here to save my life, and it got really cold for a while and now you're here.

[logistical]

You were also having popcorn.

[ look he's being funny. ]

[kirking]

[Kirk smiles briefly, maybe one of the first real smiles that he's had in days.]

Well that's new in the last hour so it doesn't really count.