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

[alifetime]

Easy there. Easy. There's no big rush. Some like me are just getting here. A friend of a friend of mine is here, and she said she's been here for a month. Time we got.

[This feels to Jack suspiciously like someone is trying to get him to go along with the whole organization thing, and that is not on. If she wants to be a hero, Jack is willing to let her take the stage. But not him.]

I'm not your man. I've got my own super secret organization to run back home. This? Vacation until I'm bored of it. No rallying cry, no jumping on tables. People get scared, they get panicky, and the last thing you want to do is cause a panic. You need to think on it, get someone who's good with words. Just put out a 'Hello and Welcome to Hotel' memo. Feel people out some.

[He shoves his hands in his pockets, leaning against the desk as if he were too lazy to do a damn thing.]

Find out who's willing to talk, willing to come together. Not everyone will be. Don't take it personally. This isn't a war. Don't scare people into thinking it is.

Again, just my view. Take it or leave it.

[hacker]

You're the one saying we should organize—you're trapped here the same as any of us. There's nothing vacation-y about it. [ She gesticulates widely at her side with one hand, huffing as she recalls, ] Last week, the thermostat dropped so low that we thought we were all gonna go hypothermic and die. I'm not— [ A sigh follows. She's not the leader. She's the unknown element. And Skye and crowds just don't seem like a good idea, these days. ] If you've got experience with this, help us.

[alifetime]

Compared to my daily usual, this sort of is a vacation. Now if there's a bar somewhere around here, then we're in business.

[He is listening, smiling still even as he winces internally at the mention of the temperature bottoming out. Freezing to death isn't a pleasant way to go, but there are worse and she did say that they 'thought' they were going to. He takes that to mean that no one did.]

You're gorgeous, and any other day of the week, I'd be trying to talk you into bed. Maybe even going through the motions of the leader shtick for you. But I just got here. No one is going to do what I tell them to just because I'm Captain Jack Harkness. My people back home follow me because they want to. Don't have that here. For all anyone out there knows, I could be trying to lead them over a cliff, maybe paid off by whoever is doing this to do so.

[hacker]

Well, without someone to unite us, you're not going to be new for long. [ No one will be. ] We've been here four weeks already. A month, and we've barely learned anything. Meanwhile, we're rats in their person-lab. [ Which is a very unpleasant thing to consider, but important. ] If the ideas are there, people will hear them out. No matter how scared they are.

[alifetime]

[Well. Fuck.]

[He sighs, looking her over again. She reminds him of Gwen, all fire and no direction to throw it in. Burn herself up with everything else if she isn't careful.]

Fine. If you can get the followers rounded up, I'll ... think of something. That's about the best I can give you right now.

[Thanks, Skye. Leader mode sucks.]

[hacker]

I'll work on it.

[ her nod is fully committed to sparkle motion. ]

[alifetime]

[Jack is so screwed, and he knows it, and this isn't even being screwed in the fun way.]

Uh-huh. Until then, work on what I said to. Just don't be too obvious. Not everyone likes order and working together. Make yourself too visible, and you're a target.