sit yourself down, and meet the best inn keeper in town ( O P E N )

[checkingin]

Who: Everyone!
Where: The initial arrival rooms, the main lobby, all over the place.
When: February 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.

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 tall pull-down screen, a silent version of nosferatu 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 timey music.

along the curtained windows is another long table, with a large bowl that looked like it once would have held popcorn. but is now unfortunately empty. same for the large hot drink dispensers labeled "hot chocolate" and "coffee".

OTHER.

the ballroom and breakfast hall are currently closed, grand doors locked.

there is no main door leading to the outside, good luck trying to find one.

the door to the courtyard is locked.

ROOMS.

you've a room key with your assigned room number on it. all the new guest residences will be located on floors one & two. 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'd 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.

Comments

[hacker]

[ Her eyes dart over to the lobby doors, and she listens at the rain for a moment, silence sweeping between her and who she believes to be the concierge clerk. Reaching up, Skye rubs her hand over her forehead. This isn't going to get her anywhere, and she doesn't have it in her to just wait around, so she fixes her gaze back on him. ]

Skye. I'm in 114. I need to know how long the weather's been like this, and how long that room's been occupied. You have to have some kind of record of that, right? I just want to talk to whoever was on duty when I got here.

[hacker]

[ As convenient timing goes, Skye really takes the cake. Just as she finishes exploring her own room (thinking of it like that still jars her because, really, it's the room some kidnapper stuffed her in and left her to), she hears rummaging around in the one next door.

Dipping back out into the hall, she checks both directions for mulling about, then moves towards 115. Her fist reaches out to knock on it, and it swings open the rest of the way, welcoming her in. For a moment, she waffles, then decides none of them actually need privacy anyway.

She steps inside and, glancing down the narrow entryway, spots Fitz.

Attempts at casual get abandoned, and she beelines for him, throwing her arms around him. ]

Thank god. [ She buries her face against the crook of his neck, drawing a breath. It's both fortunate and unfortunate: if he's here, it means the others from inside the temple must be as well. Kidnapped, but all kidnapped together. She tears away from him, quick to get back to business. ] We need to find the others.

[hacker]

I'm pretty sure the lack of serving staff doesn't make that any less illegal.

[ Plastic water bottle in hand, Skye leans against a support beam in the lobby, watching him go at the locks on the main entrance. Not Skye's kind of breaking-in; she prefers a keyboard, not metal sticks. But she can see the value in what Neal's up to, and even appreciate his efforts from a safe distance. ]

[wickedlyable]

Funny. Cause the last time I saw you, my ax was sticking out of your pretty little chest. ((Johanna gestures to the area on her own torso, smiling at the girl - and the smile is a little crazed, but that's just an act. Okay, that's eighty percent an act. Seventy-five.)) And I generally have pretty stellar aim.

Do I look that bad, though? I suppose that's what getting tortured by Snow will do to you. ((The way she says it is offhand, casual, completely without a change of inflection in her voice. She's gotten through worse. She can get through this.)) Are you sure this isn't some plan by him, dead girl? If I were you, I'd tell me if I knew what was going on.

[mygame]

[The creature's line of sight follows hers to the window, wondering briefly if humans hear something it doesn't. She isn't the first to be taken with that. To the Nogitsune, the pattering is noise, nothing more.]

I'm glad to meet you, Miss Skye, [it says with a small dip of its head before giving a small sigh of regret. It could stay here all night and enjoy the misery.]

The guest register is locked in the concierge's office, Miss Skye. He won't return until tomorrow morning. Again, the best I can offer you is to have him contact you when he arrives. With the weather, we're somewhat short-staffed.

[The smile it gave her was empty, as if it were an automaton giving preprogrammed answers. This trick had been tried earlier on another guest with brilliant results.]

I am sure that he will be able to help you.

[totheright]

((Though he knows objectively that it's better for them to be outside and Not Here, he can't help but want their comfort. He cares a lot about his friends. Like, a lot. It's hard to even think about being stranded somewhere without them, let alone having to actually face that reality.

Better instead to give some thought to the idea she's suggested.)) That's... a good idea, actually. I had a sketchbook in my suitcase - I could keep a list of everyone who's here in there.

Where are you from, then? ((She still seems a little tense - especially with the way she's tying and untying those knots. So he's trying to be as soothing as possible, not leaning closer to her or invading her personal space.))

main lobby

[sheriffing]

[Regina is always pissed, usually at Emma. Good thing she's used to it by now, because it allows her to approach Regina without a hint of hesitation. This isn't the time or the place to get into all the things Regina has to be angry about. Either she can listen to reason, or she can keep milling about (like an idiot, apparently)

There are probably too many things going on for her to hold on to how Emma has wronged her. Hopefully, now that they need each other, the former queen will understand that they're stronger together. It's what she's been thinking for a long time, but Emma knows it's a tough sell to Regina.

She also knows that unless they work together, they're probably all screwed.]

Do you have any ideas on how to figure this out? If you do, I'd like to hear them.

[She's not suggesting they sit back and accept any of this, but the doors are missing, the windows are secure, there's no one around but other people in the same exact situation they're in, and nothing looks familiar. It's not that no one is trying, they just don't know where to begin.]

Neal said he ran into you earlier. Are you alright?

[villainously]

[ Killian Jones deserves a medal for having terrible timing. speak of familiar faces, apparently some force above is going to push them right into a moment that, perhaps if he'd had a bit of hindsight, was clearly made for two. the floaty pink, the high ponytail; he automatically recognizes Emma, seeing as she's dressed just as she was for their date the night before. that is definitely Emma, and well, the person she's quite close to matters little when it's automatically clear it isn't him.

considering he's a man that has happily played part in more than one affair in his life, the vehement anger that spurs up instantly is perhaps a little hypocritical. the fact that he didn't think Emma was that sort of person didn't occur, and it also didn't occur to him that she would probably only be that close to someone for a very good reason.

no, he got about as far as the emotion the sight inspired, sharp anger that was impossible to ignore. generally he battled through gut reactions, but ones involving Emma seemed impossible. it'd gotten the Knave nearly choked out at their dinner table, and that was with Emma watching. it was even worse when Emma wasn't nearby. he was too busy seeing red to see anything else until his left hand knotted in fabric to pull the interloper to a more respectable distance. ] Give the lady a little bit of space, won't y...

[ bit of a kettle calling the pot black situation right there, considering Hook enjoyed having his conversations with the savior from kissing distance, but the angry bark dies before he finishes it. he releases Neal almost immediately after he sees the familiar face, expression contorting from angry to confused to just a little bit broken. no, this can't be real, any of it. Baelfire is dead, he saw him go into the bloody ground. he sent him off to his death just as Emma had held him through it, it wasn't possible for him to be alive. ]

Baelfire... how... [ peaceful conversation ruined, sorry everybody, back to square one. ]

[engender]

Not an arena. [ sorry, cashmere. things are going to stay vague. ] In this arena people bet on how long you'd live.

[carjacked]

[ While the voice does catch him off guard, he doesn't startle. Doesn't jump like some might, rather just glances up from his task with a furrowed brow, eyes flickering over Fitz's form. After a second of scrutiny, Neal offers him half a shrug. ]

Nope.

[ He responds casually, hands still holding a set of cabinet doors open. ]

But I'm gonna do it anyway. You're more than welcome to join in.

[ It would be a cheerful tone, except there's an element of stress behind his words. Considering they all been kidnapped, he figures it's probably understandable. ]

yis yis yis

[pajarita]

[finally, someone how has solutions and not just casual observations she's already made. like -- it's broken. no shit it's broken, she can tell but how it's not working.

her eyes light up momentarily in recognition of what he's saying, and she takes a very small kit out of her pocket. it's the size of an old timey manicure set, only inside it there's a small screwdriver, pliers, and even a conectable wrench.

and she's proud.] You mean this?

[pajarita]

[and derek is...cinderella or little red? in this scenario.]

Space.

[carjacked]

[ He spares her only the briefest glance over his shoulder, just for a second, before his eyes go unfocused again in favor of listening. Straining to hear the click of a tumblr, straining to feel that little bit of pressure. Where is it? ]

No more illegal than kidnapping, right? That's what matters.

[ He murmurs distractedly, brow furrowing in concentration. ]

[dislocked]

[ The barest hint of tension betrays Bucky's reaction to Steve's presence, but he doesn't move otherwise -- he'd sensed him in the doorway, instincts honed to a fine point; and it's fortunate that the other man seems to read him well, because he doesn't linger in the doorway long.

Suddenly, Bucky's attention is not on the silent movie anymore. He finds the words familiar, a tightening in his chest as he contemplates them, sifts through slipping sands to capture an emotion, a thought, anything. Yes. ]

I know. [ He does. He'd known it all along, Steve Rogers' truths written into his bones, beyond memory. Steve was afraid, and Bucky pretended not to notice to protect his ego; boys shouldn't be afraid of monsters, boys had to be fearless, to protect girls.

How wrong they were of this, too.

His words are caught in his throat for a few long moments, before he musters up a quiet; ] We never watched a horror movie again.

[dislocked]

[ She's a strange woman, a creature who moves silently, smooth as water, and luminous in the darkness. The silvery light seems to embrace her as its own, and Bucky doesn't move when she sits by him, taken completely by the screen and the events that unfold on it.

He's quiet for a few more moments, observing her, his eyes flickering to pointed ears and clear, piercing eyes. This woman is different, he decides, and he finally answers; ]

It's a movie. [ Bucky's neutral expression doesn't display his curiosity, but he tests her, wonders just what she's marveling about. The film, or the technology? ] Nosferatu.

[taurohtar]

[It doesn't seem to bother her that it takes him a while to answer her question, though when he does, her eyes finally cut away from the screen to look at him, searching his expression in the flickering light from the screen.]

...What is that? [She has no frame of reference for a movie, she has never even seen a projector before. It's clear Nosferatu is some kind of title, but she is not yet sure whether or not he is referring to what is happening on the screen, himself, or perhaps even her.] Nosferatu?

[skaikru]

( he's right, it's not a fair question. clarke's eyes are red and raw, lips chapped from how hard she'd been gnawing at them in an attempt to bite back more tears. and after that monumental fallout in the lobby below with some of the friends she'd so desperately sought upon first arriving here, she's about as far away from okay as one can be.

and can't bring herself to look at him longer than a few seconds before refocusing on frustratingly trying to insert her keycard into the lock. )

No. It's not my blood.

( and she'd really like to get in her damn room to shower it off, hotels had showers right? even if they didn't have doors? )

[hacker]

Here.

[ As Kirk attempts to work his way through the windows, prying on them to open and fidgeting with the locks, Skye approaches. She waves with one hand for him to step out of the way. ]

Let me give it a shot. Front door was a bust.

[hacker]

[ Skye bumps into her on the way out of her own room, suitcase already deposited. Moving with haste through the hall, she throws her hands up and side-steps out of the way, flattening herself towards the wall to let Tauriel past. Slowing down demands she really take a look at who she's dealing with, and her brow furrows. ]

Whoa, Ren Faire. [ Some amusement enters her gaze at how out-of-place Tauriel looks like that, and Skye's hands drop to her sides. ]

[hacker]

They could have at least given us IMAX, right?

[ Skye speaks up from the doorway when she notices that she's not the only one who had the idea of going to the screening room. Pushing away from the entrance, she invites herself inside, gesturing up at the screen. ]

They. He. She. Whoever it is that brought us here, I'm personally thinking I'll fill out one of those comment cards. Nothing says "sorry we kidnapped you and shunted you into the worst containment facility ever" like hi-def.

[taurohtar]

[Once her trunk had been secured safely under the bed in the room Tauriel can only assume is somehow hers, and once she had explored every nook and cranny of the place, she had decided to venture back out into the corridor to see if any answers lurked there. She did not expect to be run into, however, and she can only curse her disorientation — well, that and the fact she has had little in the ways of food or drink for nigh unto a week now, and she is weak and tired — for her distraction.]

I beg your pardon, [she says, taking a step back and ducking her head slightly; not a bow, no, but an acknowledgement all the same.

It was a woman who ran into her so, a young human who looks too old to be classified a girl, although Tauriel is not altogether skilled at guessing the ages of other races. It's not her age that has Tauriel blinking in surprise, however, but instead her mode of dress, and the strange coloring of her hair. To see two tones like that is very strange, and the curls... She has never seen a human dress like this in all her life.] If I may be so bold, you do not happen to know where this is, do you?

[gloriouscurse]

[It opens, but what's inside - nothing - is absolutely infuriating, and she shuts the drawer with a sound of disgust. But she looks over at him.]

Regina Mills. And...nice to meet you, but unfortunately there's nothing here. And no doors that open, no windows. I don't know where we are or why, but we're trapped here.

[gloriouscurse]

[Regina eyes him warily. Something feels...off, but then the whole damn situation is off.]

The least of my concern is a damn popcorn maker. Where the hell am I? Why am I here?

[gloriouscurse]

I don't know if I'm relieved he's not here, or upset that I've left him.

[Does anyone know she's gone? Does anyone know what's happened to her? She's just disappeared, vanished without a trace with a suitcase someone had to pack for her. And, for as little as she truly knows Neal, she has to admit that there's at least a familiar face here.]

I have no idea what to do next. Nothing here makes sense.

[gloriouscurse]

Who else is strong enough? He has that damned hat, I have no idea what it does.

[She doesn't even acknowledge the comment about her own wardrobe, she knows it's just fine.]

But...[As much as she's loathe to even say these words -]

You might be right. If it was just us, other people from home, I'd say Rumple, but...There aren't many familiar people here. Just you, Neal, and Emma.

[God, it's a regular party from hell.]