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

Front Desk

[mygame]

[A too pale hand reaches out to silence the bell, fingers wrapping around it to kill the last of the chime.]

Can I help you?

[It can't, but the Nogitsune does so enjoy its games, even if they happen to be with others that are around its former host's age.]

The bell works, yes.

[missingbuttons]

[She jumps back a little when he appears, but almost instantly she's narrowing her eyes, suspicious.]

Who're you?

[He does not look like someone who'd work at a hotel.]

[mygame]

I don't have a name. Names are what you humans put on things to define or understand them. I don't need one.

[It stares right back at her dully.]

If you're looking for the concierge, Chris Argent is out and about among the guests. He's a tall gentleman with blond hair and blue eyes wearing a tan jacket. I'm sure you won't miss him. Be sure to ask about his daughter, Allison, if you want his attention. He does so love to talk about her and always wanting to hear comments from our guests.

[missingbuttons]

Okay... then I'm going to make one up for you.

[She crosses her arms.]

You know what? I don't trust you.

[She's had enough interaction with creepy stuff that she's willing to trust her gut on this one.]

[mygame]

As long as you don't expect me to answer.

[It gazes back at her without much enthusiasm. Considering that it's doing an impression of a braindead drone slave of the hotel, there might not be much of a change.]

I am sorry to hear that. Is there anything else I can do for you?

[missingbuttons]

Alright, if you're the answer guy, what's the name of the hotel?

[She's not trying to stump him, she genuinely wants to know, but she also genuinely does not trust him. It's a weird place to be in.]

[mygame]

This is the Hotel California, ma'am.

[That empty smile remains, black eyes watching her with a measure of interest. Button eyes probably had more animation in them.]

I know this is a ... difficult time, but you will find your room right up the stairs if you would care to make sure it is up to your standards. You have missed the last meal of the day, but breakfast will be put out in the morning.

[missingbuttons]

[Yeah, his expression is really weird and just makes her even less inclined to trust anything he says.]

That's a song. And if that's all the help you're going to be then yeah, I'll just go.

[Weirdo. Kind of creepy, too.]

[mygame]

See how clever Management is to make a hotel based off a famous song?

[To date, Coraline is the first person to get that. Everyone else only nodded and went along with it. The Nogitsune is a bit pleased that someone finally got the joke.]

[Or not depending on her expression.]

Do enjoy your stay, ma'am.

[Yes, it'll have to keep an eye on her.]