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checkingout2015-03-03 09:01 pm
checkingin) wrote in checkingout2015-03-03 09:01 pm
Entry tags:
- ! arrival,
- allison argent,
- bellamy blake,
- cassie blake,
- chris argent,
- cissie king-jones,
- clara oswald,
- clary fray,
- clint barton,
- coraline jones,
- emma swan,
- gary "eggsy" unwin,
- harry hart,
- helen magnus,
- jace herondale,
- jack harkness,
- jim kirk,
- killian jones,
- leela (doctor who: gallifrey audios),
- leo fitz,
- lucrezia borgia,
- lydia martin,
- newt,
- nogitsune (teen wolf),
- oliver queen,
- peeta mellark,
- red reddington,
- robert capa,
- skye,
- spock,
- tim drake
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.
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.
EXISTING GUESTS.
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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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.
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[ 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.
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[ This is just such an off day, really. Normally she knows where her viable weapons are. ]
Hey, do you happen to know where I can find anything sort of sword like? Or just anything sharp at all? A large stick would do, really.
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[ Polite to a fault. ]
I believe the mess hall has butter knives. [ a beat. ] There are several Earth martial arts that do not require the use of a weapon and are far more effective in self-defence.
[ At least, she looks and sounds human, and the most logical reason to want a knife is for self-defence. Not that he encourages violence, but it has its uses. ]
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[ Especially since she just made an awful first impression. ]
Butter knives. [ She's been reduced to protecting herself with butter knives. It's slightly better than a large stick, she supposes. ] I know a little hand-to-hand. I'm just better with an actual weapon.
[ A pause. Then she squints up at him. ] Did you say Earth martial arts?
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[ He straightens. The rules aren't as gospel as he likes to believe: he learnt that the day Jim cheated on the Kobayashi-Maru and more brutally when Marcus betrayed them. Bit by bit he has re-assembled his shattered worldview, restored his faith in the crew, but not Starfleet (That will take longer). The reasoning behind the more important rules, however, stands, but even he has to admit the Prime Directive has already been shattered by whoever owns this hotel. There is no technology on his person that would compromise these other worlds, and if someone tries to force him - well he has his own ways to defend himself, and he has Jim. ]
If you prefer, I will provide a list of recommendations based on your size and reflexes.
[ #helper ]
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Yeah, okay. That'd be useful.
[ As far as she knows, she's completely on her own here. For the first time ever. She's always had someone to fall back on: her mother, her brother, her father. There's always been someone there to pick her up if it looked like she was about to fall. Now she can't afford to fall, because there's no one here to pick her back up. She's gotta provide for herself, and if that means going through more training and learning more martial arts without Oliver's or Malcolm's assistance, then so be it. ]
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May I ask, what is the year where you are from?
[ He doesn't want to accidentally give her something that hasn't been invented yet. The possibility of alternate worlds isn't one - his own is an alternate reality to start with, but time travel was largely considered impossible by the Vulcan Science Academy until recently, and he's still adjusting to it as a consideration. ]
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Twenty-fifteen.
[ For some reason, she suspects that he's from a time way past that. ]
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[ At least she's not entirely weirded out by the fact that she's been talking to an alien for the past few minutes. ]
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However, she can't help but to blanch a little at his answer. ]
Seriously? That's insane.
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[ She only sounds hesitant because is it rude to insinuate someone isn't from Earth? Is that a thing that's not nice to assume in the future? Or is it normal? ]
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No. I am Vulcan. [ a beat, and he qualifies, ] My mother was human.
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What specific aspect of my present?
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Any of it. Like-- Are there more than just Vulcans and humans? How far has technology advanced? Are there robots? Do people still listen to NSYNC? Have they made anymore Saw movies? [ She squints. ] Are UGGs still a thing?
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In short: Yes, extremely far, no, no, I am uncertain what the SAW movies are about, you will need to ask Captain Kirk, and I do not believe there is anything called a UGG. I would be happy to furnish you with more information, but we may wish to take a seat as it is extensive.
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I'm still [ Destroying her room ] unpacking, but I would totally love to talk about all of this another time? Especially the Saw movies thing, I can't believe you don't know about those.
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It will take approximately twenty standard minutes to compile a list for you. I am next door for the foreseeable future, should you wish to continue our discussion.
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[ He almost-smiles. ]
Live long, and prosper, Ms. Queen.
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You too, Mr. Spock.