checkingout | a gent of good intent who's content to be ( OPEN )

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!

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"Kind of the point. You can hit it as much as you want until you don't feel like it." Fair fight is great and all, but Ressler really doesn't like getting hit, or hurt at all. He's had more than his fill in his lifetime, thanks.

Leela made a face.

"I would ruin the pillow long before I did not feel like hitting it." Was that not true? Hitting a pillow did nothing productive for her. "I would rather hit a sparring partner or an enemy. A pillow is no challenge."

"Guess if we find any one running the place here, we'll have to ask about punching bags. Sounds like you could use one." Or maybe just punch a few heads in of the bastards who brought them here. Knocking some heads about could be useful.

"I will try not to hit them until we have answers or bags to punch," Leela said, sounding as put out as possible. She did, really, really want to just tear into whomever was keeping them there and convince them of their error.

"I do not promise this thing."

To be honest he's kind of amused by Leela's whole... thing. She's different, but not in a bad way. He can't help but try not to smile as he replies.

"Luckily I'm not asking you to promise." If anything he wants the same thing as her, but his way of tearing into people would be a bit different.

"Good," Leela said with amusement and then fixed him with a sharp look. "I do not enjoy breaking promises, Donald. When I do break a promise, it is because there is no other option."

She nodded a little and relaxed, her laugh soft.

"I think I enjoy threatening violence more than the act. It does not excuse the frustration this place brings. Perhaps I will kick a door." The last part? It was a joke, poorly door, terrible actually, but there was definitely joking in her tone.

"That's pretty admirable." But he feels the same way about promises. They're not something to throw around lightly, unless he knows he can keep that promise.

And thankfully he can tell she's joking about the door bit, but just the way she says things is so odd. Not in a bad way. He's just not used to people talking the way she does.

"Just make sure no one is behind that door, otherwise you'll have a problem on your hands." Not that they need more problems.

"I will try," Leela said, her smile small. "It seems, though, that there is a problem behind nearly every door in this place. If I keep kicking them, perhaps I will eventually solve the problem."

"Guess that's one way to think about it. Just be careful, could be more than you could handle." Not that this already wasn't. For all of them.

Leela looked very mildly offended at the suggestion something might be too much for her, but she just smiled at him. It was absolutely not remotely ladylike, it was the sort of smile that said she would defeat anything that came through or stood in her way.

"I am always careful," Leela said very, very dryly.

And if looks could hurt a man, he'd probably be on his knees at least, begging for her to stop. Sooo he'd offended her? Good first impression, Ressler.

"Hey I'm not saying you can't handle things, I mean we just don't know what's going on here. Better to err on the side of caution, a little."

"I will try," Leela said, her expression settling into soft amusement. "Just a little." She waved a finger at him, though. "If something comes out a door at a run, I cannot promise I will not take whatever it is down."

"Alright, alright, I won't hold you to any promises then." At least she didn't seem upset anymore? It's hard to tell. Needless to say he'd never be a good profiler. He'd leave that to Keen.

"Gotta say I'd be on the offense too if someone came running at me."

"Good to both. It is best to deal with people or things running at you by knocking them out as quickly as possible." Leela noded solemnly. "Better they sleep than you bleed."

a gent of good intent who's content to be ( OPEN )

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....wow

shh it's okay /patpat

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