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

steeples fingers!!!!

[lesson]

I haven't done anything to your team neither!

[ Scale of one to ten, how bad would things end if he were to just up and smack the geezer in the face with the suitcase? It'd probably make the shoving stop, and the weird, angry yelling. But peering out around the edge, Eggsy can't help but be reminded of the old men who hung around The Black Prince. The sort you put in a taxi after a long evening, didn't dump in the gutter. Loud, angry, beligerent drunks that you still treated delicatedly because, shit, you knew their liver was probably failing.

The second shove of the suitcase has Eggsy briefly on his knees, but he's up again. And since suitcase smacks are decidedly out of the moral question, he drops it and holds out his hands — beckons, challenges. ]

Hit me one more time, mate.

[advising]

[ While he may be angry, disoriented and confused, hitting this guy again probably wasn't the smartest option. Already he can see the other is in far better shape, and ready for a fight. Haymitch has one hell of a headache and has hit nothing but the bottle and a few walls in quite a long while. ]

Yeah, right, so I'm brought here and you're conveniently waiting for me in this hallway? You really should work on your storytelling, kid.

[ The idea that this guy has anything at all to do with his being here, and not anywhere near the ship or 13, well it screams conspiracy, screams Snow louder than the very thrumming in his temples. He eyes the extended hands, the very challenge in them. ]

You really don't want me to do that.

[lesson]

[ He's spent the past nine months getting buff and turning into a virtual killing machine, only to have his skilled tested by 70-odd goons in white suit and a deadly girl with killer legs. Haymitch ol' chap, you've really roughed up the wrong twenty-something.

Eggsy quietly mutters to himself that, no he hadn't been waiting for the geezer, and had just been on his way to the exit, but they're past talking sense apparently. ]

Wouldn'ta offered if I didn't want it.

[ But Eggsy's patient. He's not going to hit first, and might even let the guy get a few good decks in before deciding if he ought to use his own strength against him or go straight for a knee to the groin. (One of these options appeals distinctly more.) ]

[advising]

[ Haymitch isn't entirely blind to the boy's physique, nor is he stupid. He played his own Games and then some, he knows not to underestimate even the smallest of opponents. Though it's hard to take anyone seriously in a suit like that. Really. ]

So the boy's a gentleman. How kind of you.

[ His head feels like it's going to split, he's angry and there are too many unanswered questions. Too much in too short of a time, and it has Haymitch's nerves on edge, wired tight and white-hot.

The taunt is enough to break his resolve, to bring him crashing back into the mindset of the arena, where this fight could be it all. He doesn't know what this place is but he's not going to stand here squaring off. ] Forget it. [ He lets his body go slack, stepping to the side to clear the way for Eggsy, it would seem, at least until he brings his foot up, a sharp and deliberate kick, to move the suitcase out of Eggsy's reach. It's a potential weapon, after all, and once it's skidding down the hallway? He raises his closed fist, and swings at Eggsy's face.

For an old guy, he's graceful enough. ]