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

[ivolunteer]

My mentor.

( but katniss everdeen is none too happy about that fact, nor his sudden appearance. haymitch abernathy isn't the lowest rung on the ladder of people she'd rather never see again, but she's still incredibly — incredibly — angry with him for going back on his promise to protect peeta in the arena.

instead he'd sold him out.

so she shrugs and stares pointedly at the mantle. )

He's not important.

[villainously]

That kind of mentor, is he?

( he's felt the same about a few individuals in his life, but in the end it just resulted in him not trusting anyone to instruct him after he'd been burned too many times. hard to say if it had resulted in the better but you did learn a great deal if you had to teach yourself.

the last mentor he had that he wants to remember would be his brother; the rest have been disappointments. )

Which one is that? ( he's fairly sure that Katniss can look after herself, but just wondering. . . )

[ivolunteer]

( well gee, what kind of drunk is haymitch abernathy? )

He's a useless drunk. And a liar.

( she has the distinct urge to pull her legs up to her chest and hug her knees to her breasts, seeking out some sort of faux comfort at the thought of what he'd done to her. done to them. )

He's that one. That kind of mentor. And I don't want to talk to him. ( but her resolve in that declaration is wavering, because at the same time she feels obligated to. the same way they're now obligated to be friends with the likes of cashmere and johanna mason. panemites stick together. )

[villainously]

( if only she knew, Hook himself is kind of a prettier Haymitch with a better accent, but hey, he's been forced to sober up. he suspects that this mentor of hers will have to do the same.

he was inquiring what this mentor looked like, but he can tell that the girl doesn't want to speak of it. he'll just have to keep his eyes open. Katniss seems capable of taking care of herself, but, if he's got an evil hand he might as well throw it in the right direction, if he needs to. )

When people have wronged you, sometimes talking to them after is the worst sort of punishment. They have to remember what they've done every time you do.

( there you go, Katniss. vengeance advice, you're welcome. )

[ivolunteer]

( just don't lie to her.

don't get her friends killed.

they'll be just fine. though she finds your vengance advice lacking. )

I don't want to talk to him at all. ( last time they'd "talked", she'd tried to stab him with a needle. a month has passed and even now, she'd still like to hurt him. ) I'd rather hit him.

[villainously]

( he laughs, sudden and a little out of place, but hey. in a place like this, it's kind of hard to get amusement out of him at all. he glances at Katniss with an undeniable fondness at that confession. )

You think like a pirate. ( and that is a compliment, actually. )

If he's a drunk, he's going to be aching something terrible for weeks. Get him upside the head and he might get a migraine.

( there, better? )

[ivolunteer]

( it shouldn't be better. it's outright mean. and that's what makes it so delightful — enough for katniss to snort a laugh before ducking her head.

she'll remember that one. )

What do you mean, like a pirate?

[villainously]

( oh, kitten, if you want to talk revenge, this is just about the expert! it would be mean, and it probably not make her feel any better if she actually did it. but it's certainly nice to think about. )

What do you mean, what do I mean? Haven't you ever heard of pirates?

[ivolunteer]

( 99.9% of her hometown couldn't swim, and they were nowhere near to a body of water large enough to hold a ship. maybe those on the coast still had the term pirate in their vocabulary, but it likely wasn't quite the same definition as his.

so katniss shrugs. let's her silence and the weird line of her lip serve as her answer. )

[villainously]

( christ, how does he explain piracy? he rubs at the gruff on his face and considers it. )

Pirates are sailors. Renegades that fight against the crown. Rogues if you will. We are our own men and we don't answer to anyone but ourselves.

[ivolunteer]

So you're rebels.

( like the rest of them — the rest of the panemites — but on water. hm. )

[villainously]

Aye. I won't bow to any king, especially when they care little for their people, only for their power.

( he won't hide being a pirate, even though he has done some to hide being Captain Hook. )

[ivolunteer]

Good.

( which she practically spits; cruel, power hungry leaders hit a sore spot in her, and have her baring her teeth before schooling her features back into tight, impassive composure. )

They don't deserve loyalty. ( and yet usually have enough to keep them in power. )

[villainously]

No, they don't.

( he eyes her with curiosity, because she says it with the vehemence of someone that has experienced it firsthand. he wonders. . . but he doesn't ask. )

When one rules by fear and cruelty, you won't get loyalty. Only compliance.

( and compliance was easily broken. )

[ivolunteer]

( he may not ask, but she does. )

Who's your president?

[villainously]

He was my King. And I don't have one anymore.

( not because the bastard is dead, though... well, he likely is. Hook is rather old after all. it's more the principle of it. )

That's part of being a pirate. I'm my own man, I make my own choices. I won't be ruled again.