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

[usedtoit]

[ rooms/lobby ]

[ She's beginning to think, somewhere between the crash landing and the waking up and finding her suitcase and stepping into the lobby, that this can't possibly be the work of something back home. Can it? Even this feels beyond the realm of anything they've ever dealt with. It seems unreal, like a dream maybe. But it doesn't feel like a dream. Maybe she's been underestimating what they've been dealing with.

She takes the time to locate her room, room 312, first. She drops her suitcase off there and searches the room, not necessarily quietly. Actually, she's being kind of loud, moving furniture and tearing the covers off the bed, pulling out drawers flipping over the mattress. She's looking for clues or a weapon, but she finds none. Looks like she'll have to use her body.

she ends up back in the lobby, and this time her search is for information. There seem to be a lot of other people here who don't know how they got here, and she listens to them talk, even if they aren't really talking to her. Eavesdropping isn't very becoming, but it's sure as hell useful. She's doing an unusually good job at keeping herself calm. Once she's back in her room and alone, she'll allow herself the opportunity to freak out. But now's not the time, so she keeps it buried.

Eventually, she finds herself at the window, peering outside. Not that it does any good. She can't seen anything out there. But she can hear the rain, and it just serves to make the situation more dreary. ]

[villainously]

( Hook is really not a man with sparkling sleeping habits in the best of situations, but in a place that is practically Neverland 2.0 only sans the jungle, he's reverting back to the way he existed there. unlike Neverland, sleep is actually a requirement here. . . and well, the pirate does not so much sleep as he does pass out occasionally. so it's not really abnormal that he's awake in the little hours that the new influx waves in.

so he's really just spectating the new group of lost souls, not really providing much in the way of aide but it isn't really like there's much he can give them, anyway. cheers, you're trapped for the foreseeable future. hoarde your blankets if you know what is good for you. the pirate hopes to find some kind of promise in the new group that's arrived, yet they all seem as hopeless and clueless as the last set.

he's mostly minded himself, but the girl searching out the window drags his attention. ) Not much to see out there, love. Same weather for a bloody month, now. ( and he'd still rather go out and get rained on than be trapped in this place any longer, it just does not presently seem to be an option. so he thinks, when he realizes he'll soon be out in the courtyard enjoying the rain and the fog. )

[usedtoit]

[ She notices his reflection in the window right before he speaks, which is the only thing that keeps her from jumping at his voice. She lets the curtain fall back into place as she turns to look at him. He's pretty, and it makes her wary. The last pretty boy she trusted had tried to poison her. He doesn't look the poisoning type, but then again, neither had Chase. ]

You mean it does nothing but rain?

[ She almost immediately forgets that she's supposed to be wary of him, because why has it been raining for a whole month? ]

[villainously]

( oops, well, he was the poisoning type. just the once. in his defense, he would have killed Rumpelstiltskin any old way, dreamshade just seemed properly painful at the time. and it hadn't worked anyway!

not the point.

he's no meteorologist (he also has no idea what a meteorologist is) but he has been keeping mind of the windows, mostly because he's so chagrined to being stuck inside of them. ) Sometimes it stops raining for a pace but the sky never clears. I take it you're new.

[usedtoit]

[ And, obviously, she is not the best judge of character! She once dated the guy who snatched her purse on the street, went to a completely different country with a guy who was responsible for hundreds of murders. You can probably do the math.

She peers out the window again, frowning. So it's very possible that she's never going to experience the sunshine again. It's a thought that never bothered her until she was actually faced with it. After a moment, she turns toward him fully, tilting her head. ] I take it you're not.

[villainously]

( if it makes her feel better, he's not so much the poisoning type now? really, he was only the poisoning type when it came to the crocodile, everyone else he'd rather a fair fight. poison was playing dirty, he'd rather take his victory by earning it instead of coercing it.

he probably would agree that he's not a shining example of good character, though. once a villain, always a villain; if this place taught him anything it's likely that. )

Been here about a month. Might want to get friendly with the breakfast room, that's the only meal they serve and you'll want to stock up. ( there, his good deed for the day. )

rooms;

[logistical]

[ There is a commotion from the next room that suggests either an angry person or a small hurricane, and Spock's putting his money on the latter without irony. He waits for the sound to stop before venturing out into the hallway to knock on his neighbour's door. He isn't entertaining the possibility of being trapped here for long, but Kirk's already been here a while with no way out and it's prudent to make a few allies if possible. ]

Pardon me?

[usedtoit]

[ Thea Queen is definitely a small hurricane, just ask anybody. The room is absolutely wrecked, with blankets and pillows and furniture and the contents of her suitcase not in any way where they belong. The knock on her door is concerning; she has nothing to defend herself with. But after a moment, she picks her way across the room, narrowly avoiding stepping on anything, and pulls the door open just wide enough for someone her size. ]

Yes?

[ He's much taller than her, but she's doing her absolute best to block his view of the room. ]

[logistical]

[ He is much larger in size, and conscious of that, deftly he pulls himself in a little. Nyota doesn't mind - she hardly feels threatened even by Jim - but ordinary humans are wary of him, even if they aren't openly suspicious. And this one is quite deliberately blocking his view of the room. ]

I could not help overhearing. Are you in need of assistance moving the furniture?

[usedtoit]

[ That's not what she's expecting to hear. She's expecting some sort of noise complaint or accusation or anything besides the offer of assistance, really. ]

Um. [ She glances back at the destroyed room, then back at him. ] No, I think I've got that part covered.

[ And because he isn't complaining, she feels bad for being so loud. ] Sorry about the noise.

[logistical]

[ Smoothly, ] It does not bother me.

[ He doesn't require that much sleep anyway. If it happens in future and is intolerable - then that bridge'll be crossed when it comes. ]

I am Spock. I believe we are neighbours.

[comminatory]

[ When she starts turning over the bed, Bellamy's already abandoned his room, crossing the hallway to peer in rooms and get a careful idea of who else is here. He hates this: bare-handed, walking into something he doesn't understand. His hands itch for a weapon, for the security blanket of his rifle, but it's not here. A useless magazine clip was stashed in his suitcase like an extra slap in the face, but it won't do any good on its own—maybe if Raven got to it. Not just him.

So when he hears loud noises coming from one of the rooms, he leans up against the wall beside it, quietly opening the door and peering around the corner. Through the crack, he can only see the wall that leads into the room, and his mouth forms the necessary shapes to swear, but no air passes his vocal cords.

Unarmed or not—better try it.

He pushes the door open the rest of the way and begins to creep inside—of course, there's not much room to hide in a hotel room, and he's immediately visible. But so is she. A young girl, Octavia's age, has never seemed harmless to him. Less, now that he's met the Commander. His eyes fall onto the overturned mattress before her, though, and he does some quick math.

Tension leaves his shoulders and he realizes aloud, ] They got you too.

[usedtoit]

[ She very nearly avoids screeching when he speaks. She'd been throwing too many things around, shifting too much furniture to hear him come in, and she'd been far too preoccupied with trying to shift the bed frame to actually see him come in. Had this been a test or an exercise, she would've failed completely. Malcolm would've laid the fuck into her. She would've gotten her ass handed to her.

She doesn't scream, but her eyes are wide like he's startled her. She stares for a moment, and wants to say something about how rude it is to come into someone's room without knocking, a girl's room at that. But his words have her biting her tongue, hesitating. He's in the same exact boat she is, it seems.

But that doesn't necessarily means she should trust him, and while she can do some damage with just her hands, she's much better suited for some sort of weapon. She feels naked without one. She looks at him, hands dropping away from where they'd been gripping the bed frame. After a moment, she nods. ] Yeah.

[comminatory]

[ Once it occurs to him that she's not an enemy (or at least not immediately one), it strikes him too how pedestrian the situation is. He's been on the ground for so long that he'd forgotten what it's like not to be at war. A beat too late, he holds up a hand, leaning his weight on his back foot. ]

Sorry. [ He adds, though the glance up and around a moment later makes it apparent that he's not so sorry as to excuse himself. ] I thought you were someone else. [ His words draw his gaze back to her. He thought she was one of the people who'd brought him here. Now he sees how blindly optimistic that had been. ]

[usedtoit]

[ She just shrugs, shaking her head. Maybe it would've been a bigger deal if she were in some sort of compromising position. But she's only been destroying her room, and him walking in seems like the least of her worries. ]

It's fine. [ She, too, glances around her room, at the mess she's created just trying to find something to use for protection. She bites her lip, looking back up at him. ] Sorry I'm not who you thought I was.

[comminatory]

Don't be.

[ He holds up a hand to stay her apology. After all, charging in unarmed wasn't likely to end well for him if he had been right. ]

They're probably long gone by now.

[ If they were smart, at least, and Bellamy had to guess that in order to pull something like this off, they were. As for what they wanted … well, that remained up in the air. ]

[unforgives]

[with all the commotion she can hear coming from the lobby, it's hard not to venture out and see what it's about especially at this time of night. the wave of new people almost comes as a surprising sight in itself but it was clear enough that they all seemed to be in the same situation.

she wanders around trying to offer a friendly face to those newly arrived and it's not long before she spots thea from behind, looking out the window. emily approaches her with a touch of concern on her expression] Hey. Are you okay?

[usedtoit]

[ The rain's depressing, and she's privately pleased when someone claims her attention away from it. It would've been far to easy to just stare out the window and mope. She tries for a smile, and she's not entirely sure that it's even remotely convincing. ]

I've been better.

[ Like, she's been not kidnapped and not trapped in a hotel so. Yes, she's definitely been better. ]

[unforgives]

[emily gives a slight nod at that, she notices the attempt her attempt at smiling but she doesn't comment on it] Yeah I think we all have— considering we were kidnapped here.

With how many of us are here though, I'm sure we'll find someway out of this and all get back home.

[usedtoit]

You sure? Because-- [ Thea reaches out to push on the glass of the window, tries to shove it out and up and every which way with no success. She gestures along the wall, to the room in general, and looks back at Emily. ] I don't even see a way out of the building.

[unforgives]

Well there's definitely not one we can see but it's possible it could be hidden from us— [like a secret exit or something somewhere they have yet to find] But I was mostly referring to trying to figure out who brought us here in the first place.

[cisskabob]

[Cissie's been loitering in the lobby, watching the new arrivals and hoping to see anyone she knows. No luck on that front so far, but she can't just ignore everyone else while looking for her family or friends. When she spots Thea by the window, she can't help but feel for her. She looks sad, and Cissie knows how it feels when the reality of their situation starts to sink in. She's been there, and had her fair share of sleepless, tearful nights.

She's found that friendly faces help, though, so she makes her way over to Thea and looks out the window with her.]

...You get used to the rain after a while. I can't say I'd mind some sunshine, though. [She gives her a smile and offers a hand.] Hi. I'm Cissie.

[usedtoit]

[ She notices Cissie's reflection in the window long before she speaks. It's weird; it's not something she would've thought about doing, checking for people sneaking up behind her in reflective surfaces, had this been several months earlier. A lot changes. She only turns when Cissie speaks, and it's with a a faint smile. ]

I didn't think sunshine was something I'd end up having to miss. [ She gives Cissie's hand a firm shake. ] Thea.

[cisskabob]

[Cissie laughs at that--friendly, polite, not laughing at her, but with her, knowing that she's not actually laughing along yet.] Yeah, me either. The weather here hasn't actually changed since I got here though, but it's not raining indoors, so--can't complain, I guess?

[usedtoit]

[ Thea can definitely tell the difference, and her smile grows some. It's nice to find somebody who isn't absolutely despairing, honestly. It makes her hopeful that this place can't be that awful. ] A silver lining if I ever heard one. How long ago did you get here?