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

[mygame]

"I was hoping that there would be someone more like myself, but that might have been a bit much."

It doesn't even try to hide the disappointment this time. Another down and up look was taken again as if things might change. They didn't.

"I suppose I should say 'welcome to the hotel', don't go in my room accidentally and breakfast is the only meal they serve so don't be late. There was some upset the last time I hung a person over the stairwell railing last time. You're much bigger and would be harder to get over the side."

The three story drop was politely not mentioned.

"And he kept my sheet. Rude of him really."

[roughup]

Is this little punk threatening him? Considering he'd been the one to act like he was going to try and get into Ressler's room, he isn't one to throw around threats and warnings about theft. Pot preemptively calling the kettle black, kid?

"Kid, you need to take a step back, for starters." His tone isn't trying to be threatening in turn, but he does sound pretty skeptical of the act he thinks is being put on.

"Not interested in your stuff, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't snoop around outside my room." And not get him infected with whatever was ailing the kid, because man he looked rough.

[mygame]

"Oh?"

It glances down to its feet, shuffling back a step or two to where it isn't over the threshold. In truth, the Nogitsune hadn't realized it was so close. Given how it hated humans simply barging into its spaces, it could understand one being disturbed when it did.

"As I said, I thought this room was unoccupied still."

The creature blinks up at Donald, drawing itself up with a small huff of offense.

"I was not snooping. I was looking. Those are two entirely different things."

It had been snooping around due to all these new smells and people, but the chances of a fox ever admitting that was roughly nil.

"As if you had anything I would be interested in."

Although if that shiny badge was ever left out, it might be quickly picked up by the thieving fingers of a fox.

[roughup]

Trying to make yourself look bigger won't intimidate him, not with that look of haven't slept in weeks and probably sporting a nasty cold going on. Ressler sighs a little, not wanting to argue semantics over snooping and looking.

"Unless you want clothes that'll be too big for you, then yeah, no, nothing in here for you." But even though his tone is dismissive and wanting the kid to go away, he's weirding him out, he'll add--

"Think instead of 'looking' around you could use a nap. No offense kid, but you look like hell." Would be nice if they had a nurse around here or something. He could probably use some cold medicine.

[mygame]

That earns Donald a larger huff of annoyance as the Nogitsune straightens its back. Not that it helps any. Donald still has size and weight on it, but it is animal nature to puff up when annoyed.

"First, I am not a 'kid'. Secondly, a nap will not help me. This is how I look. Let's see if you look as good after a hunter tries to poison you out of a body."

When the Nogitsune speaks, it rarely stops and considers how it sounds to the casual listener who sees it as a sickly teenager and might consider it to have gone insane. The arrogance of a thousand year old spirit doesn't let it.

"I have been here for... how long was it... a month or two? I think. Yes, that sounds right. I've been here awhile and nearly frozen to death, dealt with humans vanishing, them being fed once a day and quite a few other things. One would think you would benefit from my knowledge, not tell me I look terrible."

[roughup]

Alright. Okay. Donald has spoken with some folks here since arriving and he has to say, this 'kid' even tops the woman who called herself a warrior and bodyguard to some lady president of a made up sounding place.

"Okay one step at a time... not kid. What are you then?" Because he may as well see what he has to say on the topic and add him to the list of 'what even'.

[mygame]

"I am a Nogitsune."

Its eyes roll before it goes on to explain. Few here seem to have a clue what it is.

"A fox spirit, an agent of chaos. I feed off emotion. You'll probably hear the wolves whine about me sooner or later."

Because that made tons of sense, right? The glare it was giving Donald still hadn't lessened any, the very picture of an animal with its ire up.

"You smell strange for a human. Like burnt gunpowder."

Suspicion began to dawn in its eyes. An average stupid human was one thing. A hunter, or possible one, was quite another. It began to sidle a step back from Donald.

[roughup]

The skepticism just gets worse and worse the more it keeps talking, showing openly on Donald's face.

"Wolves? I really hope you don't mean literal wolves are in here with us." He hadn't heard anything or seen any animals so. It must mean something else.

"And yeah, guess that makes sense. I work security so I know how to use a gun, fired one on more than one occasion." Though why he'd smell like that right now is a mystery. He hasn't fired a gun recently. Donald however is a okay with the fox kid, spirit, thing, moving away from him.

[mygame]

That question catches the Nogitsune off-guard some. That isn't something it had given a whole lot of thought to.

"I suppose they could be literal wolves but I don't know. I suppose we'll find out when the full moon comes about. If they do, I would suggest running. Doors usually don' stop them all that much."

One last look about and the creature lifted a hand to wave to Donald.

"I'll be on my way. Do try to keep it down. Screams are only for after eleven pm."