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

[villainously]

( he manages a snort of a laugh at that. if only because it sounds particularly absurd to him. ice cream every meal. . . no he can't say he wishes the same, he's not much for sweet things (which means the fruit and pancakes got old fast). ) I think we'd all take ill that's all we had to eat, darling.

( at her next inquiry, he shakes his head. ) All of us seemed to show up at the same time. Maybe hours earlier, but not days or weeks. ( he's not sure if it's an accomplishment to have made it a month in this place. . . it's a little shameful there hasn't been an escape found yet. ) It looks like a normal inn but mind yourself, it's far from that. ( it'd take some effort to explain all the ways this place is odd, she'll have to make do with just a simple warning unless she wants to flag him down again when he's feeling more helpful. )

[usedtoit]

[ Her smile broadens a little. She's just barely an adult, very freshly twenty years old. Ice cream for every meal still sounds the most brilliant idea ever. ] Can't hold your ice cream, Killian? That's disappointing.

[ She nods slowly, looking thoughtful. That is probably the most vague warning that she has ever gotten, and that's saying something, considering the various vague warnings she's gotten from her brother before. It's not all that helpful (Because she already knew this wasn't a normal hotel, it doesn't have a door to the outside.) but it's enough that she'll have something to go off of when she talks to someone else. ] I'll definitely keep that in mind.

[villainously]

I didn't mind it the couple times I tried it ( because ice cream isn't exactly easy to come by in a 17th century world and the pirate didn't go out of his way to find it in a modern one either ) but I doubt it'd protect you much from scurvy. ( he tends to date himself terribly when he talks about scurvy. he doesn't look like a centuries old pirate, but he sure as shit talks like one.

it's a long story, longer than he has much interest in recounting. he has not been in the mood of late for excessive conversation. his mind tends to set on something and well, it's rarely talking. ) Considering the circumstances, it's safe to say you'll see me around.

[usedtoit]

[ Her brows definitely arch in some form of disbelief at the word 'scurvy'. Are people really still concerned about scurvy? That's what Vitamin C vitamins are for, right?

At least she's used to talking to grumpy full grown men. This conversation is not unlike one she'd have with her brother, minus the scurvy bit. The only difference is that Killian is a hell of a lot cuter than Oliver is. So she nods, her smile settling into something small. ] Yeah, absolutely. Doesn't look like we're going anywhere anytime soon.

[villainously]

( look, he has no idea what vitamin c is, he just knows you need to eat fresh fruit or you'll lose your teeth. and fresh fruit, ice cream is not.

he exhales a slightly frustrated noise at the reminder they won't be going anywhere fast. sadly that's true, seeing as he hasn't gone anywhere for a month. ) We'll get out eventually. ( he refuses to entertain another alternative. the smile she offers is enough to merit a slight smirk. not quite a smile, Jones, it was a nice try. with that he headed off; perhaps the influx of people had brought something new of interest.

he bloody well hoped so. )