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

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!

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[Bruce Wayne has nothing on Oliver Queen~~'s manpain~~.

Oliver rolls his eyes were the kid can't see it because he doesn't turn around to face him because he's busy right now, can he not see that.]

Good thing I'm not trying to break it then.

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Oookay...

So what are you going to do with the curtain? Make yourself a fancy shirt? Not sure that's really your color. You look more like an autumn.

[No he doesn't want to talk to Bruce Wayne.

Or you.]

Who the hell are you?

[Woah, sorry about the html screw up in that last tag.

Also, rude, Oliver.]

Tim Drake. Who the hell are you?

[All is good in the hood.

Except Oliver's attitude. It's been a very long time since someone hasn't recognized him, he actually is startled. Good job Tim Drake.]

Oliver Queen.

[He does not extend his hand to shake.]

[Tim blinks a couple of times, then gives Oliver what's probably one of the last reactions he's expecting.

He laughs.]

Yeah, okay. Pull the other one.

[That's-- weird.]

Do we have a problem?

[...Whoops. This is the first time the multiverse thing has really tripped Tim up--and now he feels kind of like an ass for doing the exact same thing that pissed him off when it was Cissie doing it.]

Uh. No? I just... didn't recognize you without the beard.

[And the pompous attitude.]

I've shaved more than once this month.

[The only time that Oliver has had a beard is the last time he was on Lian Yu. But he doesn't remember anyone named Tim Drake being there. You are one suspicious fellow.]

I can't say I recognize you at all.

[Not his fault that the Oliver Queen in his universe doesn't like to shave.

He shrugs.]

I'm not surprised. Most people don't notice kids much at all. Anyway, Bruce didn't take me in until a few years ago, so we probably haven't met yet.

[He frowns just a little.]

Bruce who?

[And now it's Tim's turn to be surprised. That is so not a question he's used to having to answer.]

Wayne?

[Bruce Wayne lives in Gotham. A city that Oliver has never had the pleasure or desire to visit. He knows of him like he knows of all prominent billionaires but that's it. His father knew Bruce's father, he's pretty sure but that's as close as the Queens and Waynes have gotten.]

Can't say I've had the pleasure of meeting Bruce Wayne yet.

[shrug]

Even if you had, you look a lot younger than the you I've met, so I probably wouldn't be around. My parents are probably still alive when you're from.

[If they even exist.]

[You are way too chill about this.

Oliver nods after a moment and then... changes the subject.]

I'm going to go.

[Alternate universes aren't unheard of in his world. Plus he had the little blow out with Cissie about how he was Tim Drake, even if he wasn't her Tim Drake.]

Sure. Good luck with... whatever you're trying to do.

And finding a shirt. There's probably one or three in your suitcase.

[pause]

Oh, and the only meal they're serving around this place is breakfast, so you probably shouldn't skip that if you're hungry.

See you around.

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