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]

Six— Did you say six centuries?

[ no fuCKIN WAY. An incredulous beat passes. ]

Okay, is this some kind of weird LARPing thing? Not that I'm judging! [ She holds her hands up in a passive move of surrender, an innocuous enough expression capturing her features in the downward turn of her mouth and the arch of her eyebrows. ] But given that everyone I've talked to seems to have no freaking clue how they got here, it might be time to. You know. Drop out of character.

[villainously]

[ pretty much everyone looks like they're dressed strangely to Hook, but this Jim is dressed even stranger than most he finds. he's starting to get the sense that they're not trapped with a bunch of Storybrookers, a very late realization.

he was trying to think of a way to tell the fellow to sod off (probably not nicely) when he goes and inquires about his rum. surprisingly enough, the pirate manages a huff of a laugh. ]

If I did, I don't see why that'd help you. [ he generally only shares his rum with pretty blonde saviors and well, Kirk is blonde but it's debatable on the other two.

still, they're all trapped, why not? he offers it halfheartedly. ] No time like the present, is there? [ if any situation required drinks, it's this one. ]

[skaikru]

( she doesn't really want to look at him — that's her running trend her first day here, eye contact is hard, eye contact is bad — but she forces herself to sniff up the snot in her nose and slowly raises her head. clarke lets her gaze focus somewhere around his mouth, and she gives the tiniest shake of her head. )

No, I'm not.

( but if she takes deep enough breathes to alleviate the tightness in her chest, she can almost believe — )

But I will be. ( maybe. )

emily thorne | ota

[unforgives]

arrival;

[the last thing emily remembered was being at the beach with nolan that morning telling him of her new plans. it was a distinct contrast from feeling the air being knocked right out of her all of a sudden as she hits the ground. something was wrong, she can already tell even before she opens her eyes and pushes herself up just moments later to scan her new surroundings. it's obvious she is a room but beyond that not much is making sense to her.

emily didn't like being caught off guard and being on unfamiliar grounds ranked pretty high as far as unexpected things go and it only heightened her suspicions. for a moment she thinks the graysons are involved but her theories on that are short lived given the precautions she's taken and not to mention her training too. if she were anyone else, she would have panicked but that just wasn't her style. she heads towards the door only to just barely notice a suitcase on the ground and upon closer inspection she finds her name on it.

emily frowns, looking completely unamused. she figured that there had to be someone here who was behind all this so all she needed to do was find them and be on her way. it was funny how she mentioned just moments ago to nolan that she wanted to press pause of her plans for revenge and now here she was in a completely unfamiliar place far away from it all. it was not what she had in mind but despite how she got here, she was confident that she would find a way out on her own, whoever brought here her clearly didn't know who they were dealing with. she impulsively grabs the suitcase just in case it might be important and starts to head further down the hallways to see if she can find someone to talk to. sometimes she might even tap someone on the shoulder to get their attention or call them out from afar as an alternative] Hey— do you have a minute?

elsewhere | lobby, front desk, other;

[sometime later after asking a few people and finding a complete lack of answers, emily is no less determined about getting out of this motel and figuring out this situation she happens to be in. she is skeptical at best, not trusting anyone just yet but that hardly shows in her expression as she tries to remain as friendly as always if anyone approaches her. she is lugging around her suitcase while she explores a bit, her expression is a combination of both concern and a hint of curiosity as she looks around. mostly to get more familiar with the surroundings and possibly find a clue or anything really that will lead to answers between the lobby area and the empty front desk] This is way too eerie for my tastes.

rooms | second floor;

[with her keycard in hand, she goes to check out where she's supposed to staying. room 211 is what her card seems to indicate so she heads down the hallways trying to find it.

if she didn't happen to collide with anyone on her way, she eventually makes it to her room and starts to investigate, checking out the room itself before focusing on her suitcase next. the door to her room is slightly ajar for anyone to walk in but judging from the contents of her suitcase which she has opened, there wasn't much she needed to hide but either way she was prepared for anything]

[dislocked]

[ Even in the darkness, Bucky could almost taste the oncoming disappointment, the reminder that memories are unreliable, and so is the man who's lost so much of them. He glances at the exit, wonders how swiftly he can slip from him, from the conversation that they're having.

The words are tight in his chest, and he checks his desire to flee; Steve's tension is similarly felt, and perhaps they're more in tune with each other than they'd thought. ] I don't know that.

[ And maybe his words come out harder, more defensive than he intends for it to be, because he doesn't want to disappoint him. He's not the man Steve remembers; that man died in the snow, more than seventy years ago, and Bucky's not sure how to break it to him. His fingers flex, metal rubbing against metal. ]

...You look different.

[pajarita]

I don't think time travel will ever be created, so no.

[pajarita]

Hospitality isn't their forte. [they're not getting a good review on yelp from raven, that's for sure.]

But it feels like that's why.

[skaikru]

[ of course, she could run through forests and what have you and she was just fine; barely tripping over roots, and only running into traps once or twice. but put her in a relatively flat hallway and leave it to clarke to trip over the only item on the floor. and she does so so spectacularly it's a wonder her vision's righted enough to distinguish up from down. but she zeros in on her bloody hand, which probably helps. it certainly helps narrow down her world so severely that she doesn't see the boy approach in her peripheral vision, doesn't initially notice him kneeling down next to her or offering her a hand.

but she hears him speaks and jumps. startles visibly, and whips her head around to stare at him with big, raw eyes and an open mouth.

and for a second — a second — she could swear she's looking at finn collins.

but a blink of the eye later, there's no similarities between them except that they're boys and young. and clarke's swallowing the lump in her throat and trying to quell her rising panic when it mixes with her grief and threatens to throw her into some semblance of shock. it takes a lot of work to nod, to force her head a fraction of an inch up and down. she's licking her lips and offering a quiet, rather unconvincing: )

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

[skaikru]

( she lets him retrieve her key card, reasoning with herself that she's sore and tired and might just sit in front of his door if he were to let her. but no, she's got it in her to find her real room and collapse in private, and plucks the flimsy plastic key from his hand with numb fingers. )

No, it's okay. It was 20-something — ( which is embarrassing, wow, she's even on the wrong floor ) — so I'll probably have a lot better luck if I were to go upstairs.

[warring]

[ english. this, she can work with.

her next words are deliberate, enunciated just slightly stronger than a native speaker. ] Who are you, and where is this place?

[warring]

[ the elbow connects because lexa allows it, offering only a sharp and frustrated exhale in response before she tries again, this time in the slow, tense, and slightly over-enunciated english of someone who is both 0% thrilled and not a native speaker. ]

You will tell me your name and where this place is found.

[warring]

[ english. she can work with this. lexa does not, however, get off him as requested. instead, he gets a tense and threatening jostle before she speaks, slow and tense and most importantly in english - albeit the barely over-enunciated english of someone who isn't quite a native speaker. ]

You will tell me your name and where this place is found.

[ivolunteer]

( struggling, and maybe trying to hit her again, harder this time katniss come on. )

I'll tell you to get — off of me.

[warring]

[ in a less pressing circumstance, she'd exhale an impatient sigh through her nose. as it is, the arm around this girl's neck slides down to restrain her arms while lexa drops her harshly forward onto her face on the floor, a palm solidly on her back. ]

You will tell me, or you will die.

[ it's as simple as that, in lexa's eyes. her tone drops to tack on: ]

Slowly.

[taurohtar]

[To say that Tauriel had not expected her door to open without warning is something of an understatement. The instant the hinges start to creak, she whirls around and settles into a defensive posture; what she wouldn't give for her daggers right about now!

But it would appear that whoever opened her door is not here to attack her, simply gawp at her for a moment before, at least, apologizing for barging in on her.

Her wary expression brightens momentarily when he speaks, as she has mistaken his meaning.]

I am from Mirkwood Forest, yes. [Finally, someone who recognizes her, or at least her race. Nobody here seems to have heard of elves or dwarves or hobbits, and it is incredibly unsettling. She smiles, relieved, and straightens, letting her hands fall to her sides.] From whence do you hail, human? You have the look of Gondor about you.

[taurohtar]

[Tauriel's expression grows even stormier, and were she human, she might even cross her arms across her chest.]

I am ill-used to mockery. [She doesn't have time for this right now. (Actually, it seems she has all the time in the world, if nobody here can figure out how to get out of this place.) She's tired, her whole body is sore, she's still mourning for all the people she could not save. She doesn't need to have some human girl look at her as if she is some kind of simpleton.] If you intend to continue, I will take my leave.

[villainously]

[ it would have served him right to get socked for helping himself into whatever room he wanted. even Hook can concede to that. it wouldn't have stopped him either, he tends to be flexible on right and wrong when it comes to getting what he wants. he wants a way out, for himself and for a savior that has a son to get back to, and as confusing as it is, the long lost and now returned son of the Crocodile. he'd take his blows and go right back to it, because he needed to find a way out.

still, at her posture, both hands raise in a show of surrender. he doesn't intend harm, he's just nosy and has a terrible sense of respect for personal space if it isn't his.

Mirkwood Forest? well, that was not the forest he was thinking of. he is used to fantastic, supernatural creatures, though; she looks a bit like a fairy, though something tells him that isn't right. her ears are pointed. ]

Not the forest I meant, I'm afraid. Mirkwood, is it? [ he's never heard of Gondor, either, so he shakes his head in a silent no. he doesn't much remember where he was born, it was too long ago. he can tell she was relieved to have found fellow company, so he's slightly apologetic to ruin that illusion. ] I doubt you've heard of it. It seems that many of us have been brought here from different worlds.

[ hopefully she knows of th existence of other worlds, too many people in this place doubt even with absolute proof presented to them. ]

[taurohtar]

[Tauriel is not used to being hailed by a simple "hey," but even so ignorant, she is able to discern when an attempt is being made to capture her attention, and so she turns slowly to see who it is that wishes to speak to her so badly they call out as if she were a horse.

It is a human — they are all humans, it seems, humans everywhere and none of her own kin, no dwarves even to glare at her familiarly and grumble to themselves under their breath in their rocky tongue — of perhaps middling age, not a boy anymore, but perhaps not a man? She is not good at guessing the ages of other races, and he is dressed in a manner she is recognizing, but is still not familiar with.

What strange-looking spectacles he wears.]

Regretfully, I do not. I have a feeling no one does.

[taurohtar]

[She may yet still sock him, as it were, should he take any more liberties, but at the moment, the desire to strike has passed and he will be safe from the blows of her fists.

She can tell even before he opens his mouth that she will be disappointed by his response, his eyebrows draw together slightly and his lips quirk downward regretfully, and Tauriel's shoulders slump for the briefest of moments.

Alone. She is still alone, surrounded by strangers who bear no resemblance to anything she has ever known to be familiar.]

I have heard of every forest in Middle Earth, human. [Wow, rude much? A woodland elf knows of every forest in the land, and holds each of them dearly in their heart. Though not quite as dearly as their own, of course. Even poisoned by the shadow of Dol Guldur, Mirkwood will forever be the loveliest forest in all of Middle Earth, by her approximation.

She lets out the barest slip of a sigh and settles down on the edge of her bed, her hands folding in her lap. She is too tired to stand.] Yes, I was afraid of that. Which world do you belong to, then?

[villainously]

[ unbelievably, he's been in her place before. he does feel a man separate from his element in Storybrooke, not quite caught up to everything in a modern world; and furthermore, he's traveled through more worlds than he can count on his fingers. he's experienced how strange and disorienting it is to be in a world that isn't yours. in fact he's gone to so many he doesn't even remember the place he used to call home.

he frowns at the defeat in her posture, but there's not much he can say. people that have homes will always miss them. those without cannot comfort something they don't understand.

she seems offended by his correction, yet he's very certain she's never heard of a forest that isn't even from her world. he'd be surprised if she had heard of it. ] I was speaking of a place called the Enchanted Forest, also known as Misthaven. [ no need to be offended, she can save that for when he's trying to actually be offensive! which... well, he's not the sort to kick a lady when she's down, evil hand or no.

he hesitates at her inquiry, before giving not quite the truth in return. ] I was in the realm of Maine, before I ended up here. It's within the Land without Magic. [ maybe she's heard of it... the Land without Magic had been a recognizable term in many worlds he'd visited, and most didn't associate it as a positive place. in reality, it wasn't so bad... just odd.

he realizes how long he's been going on without an introduction and rubs at his face with a ringed hand, before dropping it for a bit of flourish to match his words. ] Killian Jones, milady. I'm trying to find answers, I didn't mean to disturb. [ well... he kinda did, but it sounds better that way. ]

[taurohtar]

Misthaven... [For a moment, she pauses to think; there are many forests in Middle Earth, and many have multiple names, for each race will name the things it comes across, and more names are added as time goes by. To the Eldar, who are tied to the earth until it is torn asunder, the ever-changing names of forests and field alike can become somewhat confusing. But even with her excellent memory, Tauriel must concede his point, for she has never heard of such a place.

Nor has she heard of Maine, but a land without magic...] How terrible. [Tauriel has no real gift with magic to speak of, but her king has some skills, and of course, there are the wizards who wield great power that still roam the land. To think there is a land with no magic at all! It sounds like a dreadful place.] I am afraid I must concede defeat, for I have heard of no such place.

[Well, at least he introduced himself, even if it was somewhat belated. Abruptly, Tauriel realizes she has likewise failed to greet her surprise visitor properly, and she stands, sketching the shallow bow of respect from a soldier to a person of unknown rank. For all that she is no longer part of Mirkwood's Guards, there is familiarity in routine, and she doubts she will ever rid herself of the instincts that have been drilled into her for so many long centuries.] I am Tauriel. Ni veren an gi ngovaned.

[taurohtar]

[Tauriel had been considering perhaps lying down and attempting to meditate; she dare not sleep fully in a place she does not understand yet, but she is greatly weary, and requires rest of some kind. The bed, while plain, looks inviting enough, and it had been a tempting thought indeed to simply lie down for a while and let her consciousness fade away.

But then there is a knock on her door, and her curiosity has her rising to her feet, padding silently to the door and opening it cautiously, ready to strike anyone on the other side that might mean her harm.

Her posture relaxes quickly when she sees it is just a young human girl standing outside her door, with golden hair and the blue eyes of her prince. Ignoring the pang that shoots through her chest, Tauriel tries to smile at her.] Hello. May I assist you in some way?

[larker]

[Hmm. Not bad. This one can at least think on his feet, but the fact remains that Gabriel isn't buying it. Staff didn't feel the need to sneak around for starters, he would have knocked on the door and that would have been it. And that was before the spiel that was going on.

The name thing is completely out of the blue. Who Jordan Parrish was he would never know, Gabriel staring at the fox, still unimpressed. Like he's going to fall for that and drop his name.]

Maybe it is and maybe it isn't. Or you could just ask my name like any normal being. Let's be real here, there's nothing normal about you and I'm not even sure why you thinking keeping the act up is going to help you when you've been busted.

[With that Gabriel puts the chair back by the table, though this time merely with a flap of his hand and some telekinesis. At least he got to keep that, the rest though... Well, the Nogitsune should just be glad it really isn't hotel staff.]

[villainously]

[ how terrible. see? those that even know of magic seem troubled by the idea of an existence without it. Hook himself isn't magical and knows all too well the power and danger magic represents... he could be very happy in a world without, if Emma happened to be there. problem being the savior herself was magic; even in a world without. he might have reassured her it was not so dreadful as it sounded, it just didn't seem like there was much point. ] The name is a bit misleading, magic has been brought there now.

[ only in Storybrooke, granted. she didn't need to know that, though. fact was it was no longer the Land Without. (if he knew the world was called that, he'd have just used that, but between saving town and this curse and that disaster, there has been no time for geography lessons.)

he inclines his shoulder a moment. he did figure that was the case. ] Hard to know of a forest in a world that is not your own. [ he knew of a few, yet he knew it was fairly rare for people to travel worlds. Hook had never heard the language she ran into after her introduction, yet even without understanding it he had to concede it was beautiful. ] A pleasure then, darling. Suppose I should leave you to return to my search. [ he had a crawling suspicion it would lead him to nothing — this place was Neverland, simply in a different format — yet he had to search anyway. even if it lead to nothing. ]

[larker]

[The question merely gets another grin, Gabriel quickly mulling over how to answer it and not at all bothered by the abrasive attitude. If that was a problem he would have killed Dean Winchester a hundred times more.]

Loki. Stuck here just like you from the looks of things. Maybe I should be asking who the hell you are. Well?