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

[youcantransform]

Harry has been held captive for weeks at a time. He's been tortured, starved, neglected, interrogated - and he always had a good idea of why. He knew what his captors wanted, even if it was just his pain, the vengeance of a drawn-out death.

The idea of being here to be - experimented upon - sets his teeth on edge. To his own internal clock, it's been hours (not even that) since the last such experiment cost over fifty people their lives.

He, too, is not a person who easily tolerates a loss of control. The coiling anger, the frustration, even the fear - he keeps it suppressed, tightly sealed beneath the surface of a furrowed brow.

"And so another month might bring another...difficulty," he suggests, reluctantly. The brief tremor in his voice both is and isn't his own.

[lifewithoutrest]

She finishes cleaning the cut on his cheek, then closes the medical kit and sets it aside, giving herself a moment before she answers. "I expect so, yes."

Of course, she can only guess at their motivations. She won't pretend to have any real idea of what they'll be asked to face next. But if they know about her, about her work... They shouldn't be underestimated.

"That's going to be tender." It isn't that she hasn't noticed the bruising until now, just that she's chosen not to comment on it, but now that she's finished tending to the most obvious injury, she wants to be certain he won't be needing further assistance. "Anything else I should know about?"

[youcantransform]

"I don't believe so."

There's a shallow stab wound in his shoulder, but that, he'll take care of himself. Given the condition and finer qualities of his suit, it'd be hard to spot even if it was being actively sought out.

Sensing the consultation is over, he gets to his feet. Not as smoothly as he could have managed if his heart was fully in it.

"...Thank you, Dr Magnus."

[lifewithoutrest]

As he stands, a gentle hand reaches out to rest lightly on his arm, a gesture meant to convey comfort or reassurance. "Of course. You'll know where to find me, if you require my services again."

[youcantransform]

Harry smiles and ducks his head in a deferential gesture.

"Hopefully, the next time we see each other it'll simply be a social call."