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 omg <3

[wickedlyable]

If you find something I haven't found, please let me know. ((Oh look, Haymitch. It's your favorite ever Victor from District 7, looking a tad bit worse for the wear than the last time he saw her. And the look on her face manages to still be distinctly unimpressed, despite the fading bruises and the general lack of healthiness in her expression.))

I've been around here for a month now, but sure, I probably missed something.

yaaay <3

[advising]

[ It's really not at all convenient that the voices he's hearing are not at all the ones he's expecting to. He needs to find Katniss and Peeta, but at least this one is more friendly than a few he's expecting. He whirls around, gripping the flask tighter, knuckles white. ]

A month, right. [ He just left her behind in the arena not long ago, no way she could have been here a month. ] Wanna try that one again, sweetheart? [ Excuse him, Johanna, but he's just going to think you're some hologram made up by the Capitol to taunt him. At least at first. ]

[wickedlyable]

I've been here a month, old man. ((This tone of voice - exasperated, condescending, just a little sickly sweet - is about as close as Johanna usually gets to 'fond'.)) You have no fucking clue what this is about, so you should probably listen to me, alright?

[advising]

A month.

[ Because he still can't quite believe that. She's not looking too great herself, not compared to when he saw her in the arena, maybe a little roughed up, but nothing like this. None of it matches up. ]

And what have you been doing here a month? I can't imagine it's for some fantasy get away.

[wickedlyable]

You know, the usual. Trying to find a way out, or at least a way to contact whoever's got us here. Dreaming up ways to kill everyone here who irritates me. Being kind of glad that I'm not getting tortured by Snow anymore.

It's a fun life. I'm sure you'll fit right in around here. ((She points at his flask with a finger, actually smirking at this point.)) I don't think I've seen anyone serving alcohol around here, so you might want to savor that.

[advising]

[ Torture. When he hadn't gotten them out, he suspected something to that effect woudl happen, either that or they'd be killed on the spot. He frowns, both from the news and the headache he's getting. ]

It's empty. [ He turns it upside down, the lid open, dry as bones. ] We'll get out of here, though. A month's a relative short amount of time, and you're still alive, sweetheart, remember that. Better than dead. In some cases.

[wickedlyable]

Does it look like I'm worried? ((She crosses her arms, then leans in closer, dropping the volume of her voice to barely above a whisper.)) They're keeping us well-fed for now. I'm not saying I trust whoever's in charge, but I'm not going to lie - this is at least a slight step up from Panem.

[advising]

Well good to see you've not changed one bit.

[ Except that she has, since he saw her last, but that goes without saying for now. ]

It's good for now, but things will change. They always do, it's just a matter of when. Getting too cozy is when it's dangerous.

[wickedlyable]

I'm not an idiot, Haymitch. But as much as I love the whole paranoid old man thing you have going on, I'm going to keep on taking the food and meds as long as they work. ((The last time Johanna put someone else before herself, shit hit the fan in a spectacular way. She's definitely done with that.))