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

[pajarita]

Yeah, maybe in the 2000s -- NASA's been a relic for the past hundred years, dude.

[engender]

What are you talking about?

[pajarita]

Where did I lose you this time?

[pajarita]

Usually, I just swear at...everyone. [no discrimination there. kanyeshrug.gif

and there's a little bit of a surprised 'are you for real' smile.] No, not Noah's Ark. Most of us were people.

[engender]

[ His mouth opens and closes, knowing she's saying she's from a hundred years after NASA becomes a relic. Does she believe she's from a hundred years in the future? While Derek Hale isn't a man of many words for the average person, he's hardly ever at a loss for them. ] You didn't - [ First Thomas and Wicked and now, Raven. ] Raven, you're saying NASA is obsolete. You crash-landed back on Earth after fixing up a rocket a hundred years in the future. You can't be surprised to get a reaction like this.

[pajarita]

I know you think you're being subtle in calling me crazy, but you're not. [smile's gone, aggressive arms crossed is in place.] I landed near a camp of almost one hundred people, neither of whom thought it was weird.

You're the first one who thinks it's weird, so for all we know, maybe you're we-- [you're saying NASA is obsolete.]

What year is it? For you -- what year.

[larker]

[Didn't think so many followed? Gabriel does find himself wondering again, taking another good look at the kid in front of him. Looks a bit worse for wear and even he knows that nothing adds up in this instance. None of it is right. Is he worried about it? Not really. The first thing he'd done when waking up was tested his powers and Gabriel knows that at least his telekinesis is fine and dandy. Woe to anyone who tried to get on the receiving end of that.]

Right. You see there's a problem with that, kid. It was the management or staff who put these things in my room. Which means you're lying. [Gabriel pauses, pursing his lips as he wonders which route to take with this before his expression shifts into a big grin.] Six out of ten for execution, but nine out of ten for effort.

[Gabriel just casually tosses the book over one shoulder, hearing it land on the bed with a soft thump.] So. You going to tell me why you're really snooping around this place?

[taurohtar]

[Well, at least it would appear that Tauriel isn't the only one confused here. For a moment, she weighs the idea of pretending she knows what on earth this human is talking about against admitting her ignorance; the desire for knowledge wins, and she shakes her head slightly, spreading her hands.]

And where is that?

[taurohtar]

[Ah, finally, social interactions Tauriel is familiar with. The girl's bearing, the acknowledging bow of her head, even the cadence of her speech, is familiar enough to her to finally have her relax a portion, some of the stiffness leaving her shoulders as she smiles a little.]

That would be an excellent discovery, should we make it.

[Abruptly, she realizes she does not know who this girl is. Based on her interaction with other people in this inn — hotel, it is a hotel — she has a sinking feeling she is not from Middle Earth, but even so, Tauriel feels she must ask.]

I am Tauriel of the Greenwood, my lady. Might I inquire to whom I am speaking?

[dislocked]

[ The hopefulness in Steve's tone makes his heart ache in ways he thought were lost to him a long time ago; and he can't help but wonder if the man is searching for Bucky, the real Bucky, the dead Bucky inside of him. He's not that man anymore, no matter what it seems like, and he wonders if he's only setting Steve up for tragic disappointment.

Bucky tries to remember that, but he comes up blank, fingers clenching in his seat as the memory refuses to surface, smudged away into uncooperative silence. He doesn't remember who she is, or what he used to like; if he had any girlfriends before. Did he love any of them the way he loved Steve? How much did he love Steve? ]

Maybe. [ He says at length, but he's more tense, strained. ] Who was she?

[totheright]

I don't know. I'm trying to figure out. ((He shoves his hands in his pockets, looking around themselves curiously. It might also be to avoid looking at this guy's fashion sense.)) You just woke up in a room upstairs like I did, then? Do you think we've been kidnapped?

[oceanborne]

[ It isn't anything she's keen to discuss, so Annie is just fine with keeping the details to herself for now. Besides, what piques her interest more is Cashmere's determined insistence that she just saw Gloss and Finnick. That was... okay, it was hard to tell time in her cell but she's pretty sure it's been weeks, if not months, since the end of the Quell. Of course, she's also pretty sure that Cashmere ought to be dead, so maybe she doesn't know as much as she thought. ]

Where have you looked so far? We should check everywhere, maybe they're lost. [ They're just disoriented from the arrival, surely. Annie turns to look at the doorway, like she expects Finnick or Gloss to just walk right in. ] It won't be a good show without two of the Capitol's favorites.

sorry this took so long!!

[amplified]

( by the windows, he'll find a girl with strawberry blonde hair, mostly out of touch with the world as she, too, stares out. she's focused on the sound of the rain and the way it creates an air of static in her ears, but outwardly, it simply appears that she's spacing a little bit. she hears soft footsteps and registers them somewhere in the back of her mind, but she reacts to him slowly. her head turns and she regards him with a narrowing of her eyes and a slow, sweeping study of his person. she isn't sure he's real. she'll approach with skepticism, and caution. )

Who are you?

aight we good we good

[amplified]

( she only recognizes it in a barebones fashion. she shrugs. )

It's some old 1920's silent film from - I think - Germany. It would be much less unsettling if it were playing in a place that didn't feel like one of the sets from the film itself.

we super fly

[pajarita]

It looks in good condition for how old it is. [the projector doesn't look high-tech at all, about as old-timey as everything in this hotel. like she's been send straight into the past, way way way before the earth died and was reborn again.]

[amplified]

( hey there crazy, nice to meet you. also known as... lydia hears some sort of screaming and goes to investigate in true girl-in-a-horror-movie fashion, and just so happens to be at the bottom of the stairs as he flies out of them. she recognizes that sort of panic, though, and instead of getting upset that he's just plowed into her, she reaches up and grabs his upper arms tightly to stop him in his tracks. )

Hey - ( it's not until then that she realizes just how terrible a state he's in. he looks awful, injured... ) Hey. Slow down - slow down a second! You're hurt. Calm down.

[wickedlyable]

No, you're not worth the effort if you're not going to stay dead. ((She shakes her head, but the sneer slowly drops off her face as she actually looks at Cashmere for a moment. It's... really her.)) How are you here?

What do you remember before getting here?

[amplified]

( the more he talks, the more she's convinced that he is exactly who she fears. his mannerisms, while masked, are all too easy to identify. the pit of nerves in her stomach from the familiarity is not without foundation after all. she hears stiles' names from these lips and her jaw sets for a moment. 'is everything so far to your liking'? she leans in close, firing daggers with her eyes. )

You are not Stiles. ( the nogitsune is not as unrecognizable as he likes to think. lydia would not soon forget the reason her best friend is a corpse. her tone is a harsh whisper. ) What are you doing here? ( she almost asks how he got free from them, but she thinks better of it. she'll play into his hands for the time being. carefully, though. carefully. if he's managed to break free and take stiles again, he's twice as dangerous as before )

it's fine!!!

[totheright]

((He glances at the girl as he approaches the windows, unable to not notice her hair and composition, much like he's been seeing with everyone else. If he wasn't in this place, he'd be thinking up designs based on her coloring already. As it is, he just steps closer and presses his forehead to the pane, turning to look at her when she asks.))

Kaoru Hitachiin. Did you just... wake up here?

[ivolunteer]

( she, like he, wakes when she makes contact with the ground. it's a deadweight thud as she hits, reflexes too slow and limbs too limp and sore to catch herself. it hurts; reawakens old pains all over her body and leaves her groaning on the floor for several long minutes as her head erupts in pain, and bright lights flash on the inside of her eyelids. katniss doesn't know exactly how long she stays on the floor, curled into a loose fetal position and wallowing in pain and misery. for the duration of her hovercraft ride, and then the beginning of her stay in district 13, she'd been rather heavily sedated on morphling, and while she could feel the general tingling numb in her fingertips, she could tell she was probably due for another dose.

which... wasn't going to make any of this easier. wasn't going to ease the raw pain in her chest at the discovery that 12 had been bombed, nor make the room she'd awoken in any less terrifying or more bearable. it would only cloud her mind, and the concussion from johanna mason was already doing no favors for her ability to think and process. her head spins when she tries to sit up, but katniss makes it to her knees and then to door and sits with her back to the door, drifting in and out of consciousness until —

katniss! )

it's faint, as if from rooms away. only really grabs her attention because after years of sleeping next to prim, prim who had nightmares sometimes and cried in her sleep, she's tuned for her name like a particularly sharp antenna. katniss someone screams five more times while she's scrambling to pull herself to her feet in the darkness, and once she's no need to concentrate on that effort, she can actually listen and — ) Peeta? ( apparently the odds are in their favor this time around. ) Peeta!

( it's no huge production to open the door and dash out into the hall. she kicks the suitcase, and her foot smarts something terrible, but who needed toes? really, what purpose did they actually have, they were nowhere near as important as the figure she sees down the hallway, desperately rattling the knob on a door that won't let him in. relief floods her system, and for the few long moments it takes for her to work herself into a careful jog, katniss feels like she's floating in the clouds. but then she's running for him, desperate to touch, hug, reassure herself that he was actually there. )

[mygame]

I can assure you, ma'am, my name is Stiles. It has been all my life.

[It is a mild puzzlement that the Nogitsune displays now, staring back at her in the same way people do a muttering crazy person on the street. There is a small drawing back of itself from her, putting a few more inches of distance between them.]

I'm afraid I don't understand. I've always been here. Our concierge, Mr Argent, was called away this evening, but he will return in the morning. It's the storm, you see. [It gestures to the rainy windows] There are lines down and most of the other staff was unable to make it. Perhaps after a good night's sleep, you can speak to him. He's sure to be able to answer any questions you may have that I cannot.

[Its head tilts to the side, still not seeming sure what to think of her and her manner. Inside, the creature is more amused than anything.]

Will that be satisfactory?

i feel really sorry for raven right now she is in old crusty tech hell

[amplified]

Mmhm. ( lydia has very little interest in the projector's age or condition. ) What I'd really like to know is why this place seems completely deserted, but this thing is still running. Wh this object, this movie, in particular?

[oceanborne]

[ It's good, that he doesn't show concern or anything of the sort. It means she's fooled him, or so she thinks. He doesn't seem like much of a threat, but she can't be too sure of that yet. Better to put on a brave face now, despite everything, and establish herself as someone to be taken seriously. No more "poor mad girl," not here.

For as oddly as he looks at her when she asks about his district, Annie looks just as baffled by his answer. ]

I've never heard of either of those places. [ Granted, geography was never her strongest subject and maps of the country were few and far between, but still. ] We are in Panem, right?

The latest of us all!! Prose or Brackets - OTA

[hesmypuddin]

(A) Arrival - First Floor

[There is a muffled 'oof' that can be heard from behind a closed door if anyone happens to be passing by.

Now, for Harley herself, landing heavily in the dark wasn't entirely unexpected, as she's just been free falling through the air after being kicked down a ten foot wide industrial pipe. However, that she had survived the fall had been a bit of a delightful surprise.]

Watch that first step... it's a doozy... [It was a joke saved for herself, as it didn't sound like anything else was around; and that, combined with the fact that the carpet beneath her is decidedly not concrete? Yeah... little weird.

Frowning, Harley pushes to her knees and blinks around in the darkness before pushing up to her feet. She seems no worse for the wear and brushes off her knees even while being unable to see herself. Her eyes, however, are slowly adjusting to the dim light and she finds herself blinking in confusion as she takes in what looks to be a hotel room.]

What the heck?

[Her voice doesn't echo like it might have had she fallen to the bottom of the piping, instead muffled against the furniture in the unfamiliar room.

That's when the urge to get out begins, Harley's blue eyes afar ting around the darkness before she stumbles in the direction of the door she can dimly make out. She fumbles with the knob and hurries out into the hall, letting out a startled 'meep' as she encounters the suitcase and finally trips over fully. She hits the ground, face against the carpet right next to the suitcase, butt in the air; the entire ordeal was horrifically ungraceful.]

Owie.

[She pushes herself back up into her knees, sitting back onto them as her gaze drops to the suitcase and sees her name on the tag. She blinks several times, pushing up to her feet before grabbing the bag and flinging it over her shoulder. She didn't know what the heck was going on, but it had her name and until she knew more, she was holding onto it.

While several others had moved to the elevator and dismissed it for being just a biiiiiiiit questionable, Harley doesn't seem all that concerned and marches right in. She looks over the buttons and, whistling, punches the one that will take her to the lobby.

Encounter her before she heads down??]

(B) Main Lobby

[Harley steps out of the elevator, the carpet covered floor creaking ominously beneath her booted feet. It had been by no means a safe way of traveling, but it had been faster than the stairs.

And what was life without a little bit of risk?!

Who's this curious looking woman in a harlequin bodysuit? Why did she risk the elevator? Why is she smiling?

Come meet your new neighbor, everyone!]

(C) Other!! Come at me, bro!

yeah but she'll make it better faster stronger cuter

[pajarita]

[it's not something that calls her attention any more than everything else in this staffless hotel calls to her attention -- and the hotel itself; they definitely don't have those where she comes from unless they're buried under jungle now -- but the projector is just one of those things raven gets. it's something she could pick apart, something she could use for parts and reshape into something new, something useful.

only right now, she hasn't figured out the what. she's allowing herself distractions, and that's already bad enough.] Shitty taste in movies? It fits the dècor?

Did you get here just now, too?