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

[mygame]

[Oh Spock. How it loves new people.]

[At the inquiry, the Nogitsune slides off the front desk and gets behind it like it probably should be. At least it can try to look professional.]

[At least as long as the game amuses it.]

I'm sorry, sir, but Concierge Chris Argent has put out a decree this month that everything has to contain some sort of meat. We are still working through how to do this with the liquids. At present, we are considering real blood in the blood orange juice.

[When it comes to blank mind-controlled looking drone sorts, the Nogitsune is grade A acting.]

[logistical]

[ Human pranks are very bizarre and often ridiculously complicated (not to mention pointless) but sarcasm - he's no stranger to. Even so, the Nogitsune's calm expression is briefly troubling. ]

I do not believe that will result in a sufficiently balanced nutrient content.

[mygame]

[The Nogitsune blinks at Spock with a pause following as if it were processing what he said or awaiting orders. It has found by now that this few seconds uneases some people.]

I do apologize then, sir, but Concierge Argent was quite firm on this matter. It is his belief that such will help you if the heat goes out again. We nearly lost a few last month due to the conditions. It is always better to err on the side of caution.

[It gives Spock what it has come to think of as its brain controlled stupid 'customer service' smile.]

[logistical]

[ Most people. Not Vulcans - Spock continues to gaze steadily at him like nothing is out of the ordinary. ]

Where is Mr. Argent? I would like to speak to him.

[mygame]

[The Nogitsune extends a fingertip, pointing towards the real Chris Argent that is on the other side of the room.]

That would be him right there, sir. The blond haired gentleman with blue eyes in the tan jacket.

[logistical]

[ He turns, eyes flicking over Chris Argent, and then he turns back to the Nogitsune. ]

If this is a prank, it appears pointless.

[mygame]

[The Nogitsune is beginning to suspect that this one wouldn't be too upset or display the usual frustration that others would at being tricked. It frowns at Spock, leaning forward to draw in a few breaths in an attempt to get a scent to identify the ... person.]

Why is that?

[logistical]

[ The Nogitsune suspects correctly. Spock smells mostly of the ozone scrubbers of the Enterprise, but otherwise his physiology isn't human. Green blood, denser bone, adapted to a dry, desert climate. ]

The point is to derive humor, correct? I perceive none in this situation.

[mygame]

[Spock is the worst meal it has ever encountered. The. WORST.

No, the point was to make you frustrated so you could feed me.

[It stares at him, taking in the physical attributes. If it ever met someone who smelled like that again or looked this way, the Nogitsune was not wasting time on them.]