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

b - because I need this like burning

[pontificus]

[It seems to be the time when the hotel spits more people out. She doesn't know how or why, but they seem to come in a similar manner as they did when she arrived. How strange. Lucrezia wonders if there will be a pattern to this. At least they are not alone.

She's been speaking to a few when one decides to find their rooms. It's then that another confused person asks where they are.]

Best as we a know, an inn-- or hotel as many here call it.

yessss

[advising]

[ Confused is a word, but Haymitch does not feel confusion so much as a burning paranoia, a concern. This place is just on this side of too random, too sudden, and for someone who has spent his whole life revolving around the Games, that's not a good sign.

Neither is a woman in period dress, it would seem. He looks at her, brows raised. A new Capitol fashion? ]

... a hotel. Right. [ His tone of voice holds a thick incredulity. ] Now, let's try that again. Where the hell is this place? So it's a room, in a hotel, okay, fine. I'll humor you, lady, but where.

[pontificus]

[Well his guess is as good as hers. She easily disregards his demeanor. After all who would not be short when brought to this place with no warnings? Lucrezia was quite confused when first she arrived, though that was also because such a place with its ammenities do not exist in 15th century Rome.]

None can say for none of us have breached the main doors.

[advising]

...No one's even tried the front doors? Are their main doors?

[ He was too busy throwing things around to try and really, properly look just yet. He figured since most doors were locked, and the windows couldn't be broken, they were properly stuck here. ]

[pontificus]

It is not for a lack of trying. [Does he think them so simple? She raises a brow to him, silently wondering what he thinks of this place already if that is his opinion.]

It is barred to us.

[advising]

Barred? You're just a little ball of antiquities aren't you?

[ How like a Capitol goer, to try and mimic the ways of the past. Though he suspects she's actually being genuine, which is odd. ]

Well, we'll get out eventually. We got in, we can get out.

[pontificus]

I do not know how you mean. [Though she's already aware of how much in the past she is for most people. Perhaps he is one of those space people.]

I am from Rome in the year of our Lord, 1492. If that is to help matters. [Or at least his confusion.

But he does seem insistent on this, and perhaps that is a good thing.]

No one shall stop you from attempting it. Perhaps you will get farther than us.