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

[alifetime]

[Jack watches Fitz's face as he processes things, his own remaining smiling although some of the edge of it softens some. Far as he can figure, he confused the hell out of the poor guy.]

Colony world, but close enough.

[He offers a hand to Fitz.]

Captain Jack Harkness. Who might you be besides handsome?

[technologist]

I'm not— [ Actually, no, even his lack of confidence has got limits. He's not going to actively argue over that choice of words. ] Fitz. Agent Fitz.

[ The agent is an autopilot response to the captain, title for title. More importantly, Captain Jack Harkness is talking about aliens and colony worlds like they're old hat. ]

What are you captain of?

[alifetime]

If you were about to say not handsome, I disagree. You're just the sort I like. Those eyes and lips? Agent Fitz, you are a handsome man.

[Yep, this leer is all for you, Fitz, even if his hand isn't taken. Fitz really is the sort he goes for, one that looks nice and sweet. Too bad he's also the sort that Jack likes to protect.]

Oh, lots of things. Earned that title working my way up through the ranks. What about you, Agent Fitz. What are you an agent of?

[technologist]

[ If it's any consolation, the hesitation on taking his hand is 100% down to being very socially awkward. Particularly when someone's talking about his face and his eyes and his lips.

To emphasize that, he folds his arms over his chest, effectively hugging his tablet as he returns that look-over in a much less leering way. More of a deeply confused, but undeniably curious way. ]

Um. [ Right, agent. ] Well, that's— [ A secret?? Sort of?? Not really, but he abruptly changes the topic anyway. Hesitation aside, he's relaxing some, enthusiasm leaking into his questions. ] So was it a space colony?

[ Just to clarify the degree of awesome, ty. ]