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

[engender]

None of whom.

[ Because, questioning her grammar should be at the top of his priority pool, but he can meet her crossed arms with crossed arms of his own. ]

2012.

[pajarita]

Yeah, stuff it. [if he expected anything else other than that trigger-finger fast reaction.] Because grammar was my point that whole time.

[two-thousand and fucking twelve. christ. CHRIST. she means seriously CHRIST.] You're not kidding. [her turn, lil' red.]

[mygame]

Yes, ma'am, I do work here. I'm manning the front desk right since we're so short on staff. It's the storm, you see. Concierge Argent would have been here to meet you, but again... the storm.

[The Nogitsune spreads its hands apart helplessly.]

These things do happen. Is there anything else I can do for you. We are here to do what we can.

[It had to wonder about this woman. Most likely highly placed in some sort of business seemed about right to it. A take control sort given what it has seen so far. That could come in handy later on.]

[engender]

No, I'm not. And you're not, either, which means you're from a hundred years in the future.

[ he still can't break the skeptical quality in his voice, not yet ]

[pajarita]

And you're from a century ago.

[mygame]

I am afraid that leaving is impossible, ma'am. The Hotel California is cut off right now due to flooding. There is no way to reach the outside world until morning. Perhaps after a good night's sleep, you can start fresh in the morning. Concierge Chris Argent will have returned by then, and I am sure the phones will be back in working order. Transportation can be easily arranged then.

[The Nogitsune leans against the front desk and watches her with a deadly sort of patience. There was no main door, but the three sets of doors that were there were locked except for the one that led to the screening room. The locked ones were unbreakable as were the windows. But, it did so enjoy watching frustration among the guests when they couldn't escape.]

We are showing a movie tonight if you'd prefer to pass the time that way, ma'am! [it calls after her]

[mygame]

[The Nogitsune isn't ready to give up its game, not just yet. If anything, this only makes the game more interesting for it. The long picture is what matters to it, but to construct the view of itself that it wants, the snapshots matter.]

[When Gabriel finishes, the creature merely stares back at him with a bland expression, polite little customer service smile back in place.]

I can assure you that I am not lying. You must understand that things such as guest gifts are seen to by our concierge, Mr Argent. I am only the deskboy. My job is more making sure you are comfortable and getting what I can for you. When he returns tomorrow morning, Mr Argent should be able to answer any questions you have.

[There were benefits to taking on lower echelon roles in the Nogitsune's opinion. Besides, who would believe a teenager had any real power in a place?]

Should you wish to report my curiosity to our concierge tomorrow, he will handle that complaint as well as he sees fit. I do apologize for my part. It has been some time since we had new guests.

[The creature shrugs, trying to look as contrite as it could.]

[larker]

[The Nogitsune gets an unimpressed look when it tries to carry on with it's lie, the archangel simply putting hands on his hips and waiting for the other to finish. He doesn't mind anyone trying to pull the wool over his eyes, hell he's doing that to everyone even now. But carrying on when the gig is up is just boring and dull.]

Oh, crap. My bad then right?

[If the kid had a hotel uniform it would have actually made some small impact.] Alright sorry about that. Could you just do me a favor and open the window in my room? It's stuck and won't work.

Enter: one spandexed crazy

[hesmypuddin]

[Do you feel eyes on you, Skye? Because this broad is watching you from her place against the wall, smirk on her red-black lips.]

Maybe if ya ring it another five times it'll make'a difference...

[Her tone is dry.]

[mygame]

[That look comes right back to Gabriel although tempered with the cordial nature it's trying to put forward. One flaw in its game isn't terribly bad but foxes are notorious loners. Unlike wolves, trusting others or bringing them into their plans isn't something they ever consider.]

Due to the rainstorm we've been having lately, the wood around most of the windows has swelled to where opening them is impossible. I am sorry. We can't have the carpets getting soggy here in the Hotel California. Our water extractor has been sent out for repairs.

Is there anything else... I'm sorry, you said your name was Jordan Parrish?

[Those empty black eyes settle back on Gabriel. Worse to worst, it prefers to adapt the automaton state. Gabriel wouldn't be the first that it has tried to convince that it's the puppet with someone else pulling the strings with it trying to rebel when it can.]

[1_truth]

[ There she goes again with her magic. It's a lot harder than it has any right to be not to just roll his eyes. ]

What does he look like? I can help you look for him. [ Since he's already keeping an eye out for the people he stays with he might at as well keep an eye out for a kid missing his mother as well. ]

My room is 209. Or-that's what the key says.

[1_truth]

I imagine if I work out the mystery behind this place, it'll solve the mystery of how your clothes got here.

[1_truth]

Why can't you just call him? It's not that late is it? And even then! Dad might be really angry at me forgetting lost. It's an emergency!

[ Glitches? He's not sure that's the right word but he still doesn't have much to go on. Other than this guy looks about ready to keel over. dead. he could use a good murder case. ]

Besides, you can't ask me to stay with a stranger, how is that safe?

[mygame]

I am sorry, Mr Conan, but the telephones are out as well. It's the rain, you see. All the lines are down. Thankfully, our electricity seems to be holding.

[Empty black eyes watch Conan as if trying to process something, receiving orders from elsewhere perhaps. It's the impression the creature has been trying to give as of late. It blinks three times in rapid succession as its polite smile returns.]

Management surely wouldn't allow people in the Hotel California that would be damaging to you, Mr Conan. As I also offered, there are the couches down here that you could bed down on if you feel yourself in danger.

As for your father, Derek Hale, should I locate him, I will reassure him of your safety and point him in your direction. That is about all we of the staff can do for you right now, Mr Conan. The storm has left us short-staffed.

[withbread]

[ He'll relax and let things slip a bit after he's settled in and figured this place out. right now, he's still in arena mode, that means playing the game. this is the only way Peeta knows how to play the game. ] You as well, Cashmere. [ He smirks at the compliment and flushes a bit is it real? maybe it's real?spoiler alert: it's not real. ] I'm not entirely sure. I try not to listen to what everyone else is saying about me. [ Oh he'll play the baby thing up to anyone from Panem that asks. Otherwise, he probably won't mention it. He's not going to let the marriage thing go. In fact, he'll be over here playing the game until he finds out it's not necessary.] I did and she's doing as well as can be expected. What about you? Find your brother? Or anyone from One?

[withbread]

[ yeah, he thinks he has a right to be crazy after everything he's gone through. he actually mumbles a sort of apology but he's so firmly stuck in his panic and one-tracked-minded that he doesn't actually focus on Lydia until she says hey the second time. ] I can't I'm fine. I have to find my--[ he stops because Lydia doesn't look like she's from Panem, but he has no idea what's going on here. For all he knows, this is another one of Snow's tricks. ] my wife. I'm looking for my wife.

[withbread]

[ honestly, Peeta has it easier than Katniss simply because he's in reasonably good shape physically. no one in the arena is in good shape, but he hasn't been through an explosion. By the time she calls his name, realizing what's going on, he's in a full on panic. He hears her scream his name and relief washes through him, hope leaps in his chest. It's impossible to tell where her voice is coming from. He rattles at the doorknob and goes to throw his shoulder into the door when he hears her light footsteps jogging toward him. He turns and launches himself as quickly as possible toward her, more than half afraid that something will happen before they reach each other. ] Katniss

[ he stumbles because he's not terribly graceful but then she's in his arms and she's real. She's here and he wasn't sure he'd ever see her again after the whole world exploded (or at least that's how it had felt)] You're here. You're okay. You're here.

[1_truth]

Eh?

[ Hotel California? That sounds familiar. Where has heard that before? wait a minute. California? were they in LA somewhere? Were his parents behind this? No. It's a little too grand scale-even for them. Which is saying a lot. ]

My dad's name isn't Derek. [ Where in the world had that name come from? ] His name is Jigen. He has a mustache and wears hat down over his eyes.

And no thanks, that still doesn't sound safe.

arrivalish

[pronged]

[It's stupid, but James sees red hair out of the corner of his eye and all he thinks is Lily like ginger hair is infinitely linked to his wife in the back of his mind, even if it's not actually the same shade. But it's enough to make him double take, to lose focus in finding the room with his name on it because curiosity might've killed the cat but it's definitely always got the stag into trouble.]

Hey-- [James almost waves at her but then decides that is a stupid thing to do and so it's more like an arm twitch and Merlin, he's just awkward here. No magic, no Lily, no Sirius, nothing makes sense.]

You wouldn't happen to know what's going on would you?

screening room

[pronged]

Bullocks.

[If there was anything in that bowl, then James doesn't want it now. He's far beyond eating floor crumbs. He's at least thirty seven hours from that kind of desperate, pathetic, dog like hunger.]

And here I'd kill for a treacle tart right now.

[engender]

As long as that doesn't make any sense to either one of us.

[64th]

[ never heard of it? many lands he's never heard of? that goes against everything she's ever been taught about the world as a whole and it's enough to shatter the little calm she has. Cashmere steps back from him, and shakes her head. ] There's nothing outside of Panem.

I know what you're trying to do. Snow put you here. [ nothing like a healthy dose of paranoia to get off on the right foot with people. ] I've done everything he ever asked. I didn't earn this.

[64th]

[ Cashmere laughs. it is a sport depending on how you look on it. by now she's accepted that not everyone comes from the same place she does. and he did ask. might as well explain. ]

Fighting to the death. A pageant of honor, courage and sacrifice. [ the last part is said with a clear tone of bitterness, and she looks to see how he reacts.] Let me guess, it's not a sport where you come from?

[dislocked]

[ Forgive him, he's rusty when it comes to conversation -- being a trained pet monkey toy assassin for HYDRA doesn't give him much occasion to be social.

But he has to be surprised, himself, because he's never met anyone who doesn't know, on a fundamental level, what this is. It's clear that she doesn't understand it, and he racks his brain for a moment. It's a welcome distraction, talking to her -- keeps him from dwelling. ]

A series of moving pictures that tell a story. [ A clumsy definition, at best. ] This story's name is Nosferatu. A creature that thrives on human blood.

[engender]

Not put that way, no. [ But, his tone is now grave, gravelly even. ] They really call it a pageant?