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!

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[ex_hunk753]

[Jake, meanwhile, has been taking measures to avoid anyone and everyone he's come across ever since stumbling out of that initial room where he woke up because they are straight up the enemy until proven otherwise. He's seen some shit ok, and he is probably a lot slower to trust than most—especially when you consider that he has literally been screwed over by the few people he did open himself up enough to let in not too long ago. Yolo.

But while Jake has come up just as empty in searching his own room, he hasn't taken to slamming shit around just yet—unless you count the cheap Wal-Mart Halloween costume-in-a-bag depicting the traditional image of a female witch on the front. Yeah, it was a girl's costume, and the fact that it had been left for him was straight up hilarious. He watches it bounce harmlessly off of the far wall that he tosses it toward because it's a fucking costume in a bag. It's not going to do much damage here (unless you count the emotional damage that Jake is suffering as a result of someone playing with his emotions).

From the sounds of someone slamming shit around in the next room though, he wasn't the only one who was being jerked around. Being that Jake has nothing better to do than to pick a fight with investigate whoever was making the racket, he heads on over and peeks through the opened door to spot a familiar blonde crouching in the middle of the room. Hey, it could have been worse. It could have been Adam.]

Well howdy, neighbor. [What, did you actually expect him to be serious rn.] I think it's safe to rule out this being some random coincidence.

[powerful]

( cassie doesn't register footsteps or anything else until she hears jake's voice. she stops her rifling and her head snaps upward, whipping around to stare at him. she's nothing short of exasperated by the entire situation, and this just makes it worse. pushing herself into a standing position, she doesn't even try to mask the look of dead fish complete confusion on her face. she's alarmed, to say the least, but she's familiar with him... it could definitely be worse. it could be faye.

she folds her arms over her chest and frowns. she thinks of the balcoin brand on her hand, and takes special care not to let it show. ) Jake?

( why the fuck? she sucks in a breath through her nose sharply, then lets it out long and slow. she's annoyed and concerned all at once, it's like a fucking art. ) Great. Did you get a broomstick, too? ( she gestures, with the non-branded hand, toward the stupid. fucking. broom. leaned up in the corner. )