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

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

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.

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Ah, I see. [She does not. It seems impossible to her, that a land might exist without magic of any kind. How was it formed, then? Who created the earth and the sea, who brought to life the plants and the forests and all the beasts that lived in them? Magic is an intrinsic part of her understanding of creation and the world in general. To think there might be a place without it... It is most alarming to her. She will have to think about this at length at a later date.

It seems he will take his leave of her, and Tauriel is gearing up to bid him farewell when what he says has her freezing for a moment, her eyebrows arching incredulously.]

Darling? [Nobody has dared take such liberties with her, not in all her six centuries — nobody but Kíli, who held her hand in his and called her beloved in the secret tongue of his ancestors, who looked at her as if she hung the moon and smiled as if she were his only reason for it, who died on that mountain with an apology in his eyes and her name on his lips — and for a moment, she is at a loss for words. Anger and grief chase each other through her heart, though her face remains mostly impassive, her hands clenching for a moment at her sides.]

I am not your darling, impertinent creature. [Weariness wins out above all other emotions, her heart too heavy to hold on to anger for too long, and she frowns at this Killian Jones.]

[ well then. his brow inclines, and he looks more amused than anything. it is absolutely the wrong reaction to laugh at being called impertinent creature, isn't it? he manages to still the reaction, but honestly. that's a first for him, and he has been called all sorts of things. though rarely for a meaningless petname he throws into conversation thoughtlessly. she's clearly offended by it, and he is... well, not particularly repentant.

she's not the first to be offended by his tendency toward petnames, but she certainly is the most offended. in a better moment he might have been curious why; has she really never had someone speak of her in this way, or is it something deeper? he has too many other concerns to really put too much thought into her vehemence.. ]

Right. No, you most certainly or not, pardon the turn of phrase. [ he still didn't mean to offend, yet he's not genuinely contrite for it either. it is simply how he speaks, and one lady taking it unkindly won't be enough to make him stop. ] Pirates are rather known for their impertinence, I'm afraid, but in this it wasn't intentional. Really, nobody has ever called you that before? [ she does seem quite formal... likely explains it. Hook detests excessive formality, it reminds him of the foolish boy he'd been centuries ago. ]

Am I now? [ He appears amused by this. In reality, he's disgusted by the idea of it. He's only had a glimpse of what that means and he wants no part of it. ] I'll have to take the word of someone so unruffled by it. Perhaps you can guide me along, show me the ropes? [ It might sound like he's flirting. He's really not flirting. And no, he would say that luck had not been with him the last couple of years, even though he talked about how fortunate he and Katniss were at the interviews.

He notices that chink in her armor, even if he hadn't meant to hit it. He had been curious, but it's good to know who is and isn't here. ] I don't know Annie well. [Johanna he's met and much to Katniss' dismay he likes her. ] Katniss is here as well. [ did you really think he'd let her go unmentioned? Silly Cash. ] No, I haven't, but if I do I'll let him know you're here. [ Provided Gloss doesn't try to kill him first.]

I'm Annie Cresta. [ She leaves off where she's from -- she's met too many people today who seem to have never heard of Panem, let alone its victors.

That, at least, was an easy answer to give. The second part requires more thought, and she tries to shake her head. ] I don't know where we are. It's a hotel, but there's no staff. Just us. Everyone who's been... [ Kidnapped? Captured? Not words she's too keen on using when someone's got her in a chokehold. ] Well, everyone who woke up here.

[She can see that her irritation only seems to bring him amusement, which does little but make her feel yet more irritated. However, Tauriel has had much experience swallowing her anger, having spent six centuries in the court of a king whom she loved dearly but had something of a mercurial temper, and so she does little more than continue to frown at him, her back as straight as one of the arrows she still misses keenly at her hip.

At least he apologizes, although it seems somewhat less than sincere. Still, Tauriel is willing enough to accept it, especially when he outs himself as a pirate.] Ah, well. That explains much. [Tauriel has never met a pirate before, for she has always avoided the sea, fearful that she might hear the call of the gull on the shore and be filled with a longing to sail off towards the Grey Havens, abandoning her life on Middle Earth in order to live with the Valinor. Still, she has heard plenty of stories of pirates and their ilk, and she likes to think she has some grasp of their ways.

At least in theory.]

That is no concern of yours. [For a moment, she feels a tug in her breast, as if there is a string attached to her heart and someone is pulling at it. It has her breath stuttering in her lungs briefly, and she closes her eyes in an effort to force composure back upon herself. Grief is a private thing, and she will not share it with this...this pirate.]

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[ nerve endings are very minor things in situations such as this. neither of them need romantic or picturesque. After everything they've been through, they'd both prefer real in all of it's gritty, dirty, sloppiness. it hurts when they collide because neither of them slow down, but that pain is good as well because it reminds them that this is real rather than something dreamed or something choreographed by the capitol.

peeta wraps the length of her braid around his hand, holding her close, nose burying in her shoulder, in the crook of her neck. he doesn't care that she smells like a hospital, like things locked up too long. underneath that is still the scent of green, growing things, but it does prod at his mind, prickle at his senses. ] where were you? what happened?

[ never mind that he's just going to keep clinging to her while he asks these questions. he wasn't sure he'd ever see her again when they split up. it may be a long time before he lets go of her again. ] you're okay. I was so afraid you'd been--[ can't say killed, won't say killed ] hurt.

[ it's almost exhausting to watch her. she seems weary to say the least, and his presence is clearly an inconvenience. that she keeps to such rigid formalities even in such a situation of strain, he can't imagine it. no, that's not true, he can. it reminds him of the leftenant he was once and wore yet, a brother he tries not to think of too frequently. Liam would be mortified by his behavior at the moment, but honestly his brother would be mortified by his existence at this point. it's nothing new.

in the end, that momentary break, of exhaustion that has nothing at all to do with weariness of the body, is what draws him toward actual conrition. because he knows how that feels, too, and he distinctly feels he's seen something he was not meant to. at least he's got enough compassion not to be amused by grief, and he knows that isn't his business either.

he doesn't make note, simply steps out of her space. ] I'll take my leave, then. [ it's an instinctive reaction to want to say darling, just in attempts to pull her back from where she is, and it's the memory that he will only make it worse that lets him bite his tongue. before he completely departs, though, he offers in an almost uncomfortable mutter,] You might want to lock the door. I don't believe I'm the only one searching for a way out of this place. [ it might save her a bit of misery. ]

[ It's easy to forget that maybe, she really doesn't understand this stuff. It's like a wizard trying to understand Muggle devices. Sometimes, no matter how hard you explain, it doesn't work. ]

A play, yeah, sort of. It's just recorded, so it's not live, you know? A play you watch as it's happening, but this... well, it's a movie.

[ He finally gets up from his seat, sheepishly coming to stand beside her. ] And it uses light to put it on the screen. See? [ He holds his hand up enough to project a shadow on the viewing screen. ] So. It was... it was real at one point, but now it's... like a moving painting? [ Sorry, he's trying. ]

[ Peter has never been one for excellent fashion -- especially in the rough jacket and jeans he's wearing now. They're not the cleanest of clothes. ]

I... don't know why we've been kidnapped if we have. I mean --

[ Probably not the best time to mention the death eaters, and he keeps his mouth shut, anxiety rising in a bubble in his chest. ]

I... I literally just woke up and and was here. It was dark, in that room, and then there's the suitcases.

The hotel?

[ Peter didn't even noticed the offered hand, because he's too busy being confused, and staring wide eyed at this new person. They don't exactly look healthy, and it makes him worry. It could be a trick, a punishment, couldn't it? ]

I'm Peter, but I... I think I'm okay. I don't even know how I got here -- and you're the staff? Then... then you should let me out! I didn't ask to be here.

[ He seems nice enough, but Peter knows just as well as anyone how easy it is to trick people into thinking what you want. ]

I'm okay. I... I haven't seen anyone I know. I mean there are other people, but --

[ His wand. He frowns almost immediately. ] You... still have your wand? mine's not been -- I can't find it.

[ If James had his wand, then where was his? Why didn't he see it in the room, in the suitcase? Everyone else has things like that, but not him. This really is a cruel joke. ]

Does... does it work?

[He's right, and Regina takes a breath, letting it out slowly. She didn't know Neal well enough to know if she should hate that he's right, she's just glad someone else familiar to her is here.]

Have you explored this place? I came straight down here from wherever the hell it was I landed. But apparently we already have rooms. Whatever brought us here knows our names, at least.

... I haven't heard of Panem.

[ But that's not to say it doesn't exist. Maybe it's some strange Muggle world place, or in a different country. Africa, somewhere on the continent? Europe would have a destination with a weird name like that. ]

Where is Panem? I mean, what country is it in? I've never really been outside of the UK, so... so maybe that's why I don't know it.

[ Although Peter seems at ease, this whole place has his heart rate rising, a bubble of anxiety building in his chest. ]

[Ugh, Hook, why can't you get with the times? But then she pauses, looking at him and completely ignoring his questions.]

Your heart...do you have it? [Just asking for a friend, and then she waves her hand.]

I don't know, someone all knowing? Not Ingrid. [She scoffs at the idea of it, but then..]

The sorcerer, maybe.

[It's unforgivable that she allowed someone she does not know well — that she does not even particularly like, to be honest — to see her like this, but there is also something freeing about it. Perhaps this is the most honest she has been with anyone she has met so far in this hotel; pretending to be fine is a terrible task to set upon yourself, and to have at least one person with whom she is honest, even wordlessly so, is a relief.

It has her lips quirking in what might be considered a smile when he backs away, an acknowledgement more than out of any kind of amusement, and she ducks her head to him in the shallowest of bows, allowing him to cut the conversation short and retreat.] Thank you. [It hadn't crossed her mind that someone would simply open her door without invitation, such things being utterly unheard of in the barracks she normally resides in back in the Greenwood, but she will take heed of his warning.

She takes half a step forward when he starts to leave, however, a sudden thought having her lift her hand in some sort of abortive gesture.] Wait. What—what room is yours?

[ While Peter may not be the bravest person in the world, he definitely knows when someone is ready for an attack, and he keeps his distance from the guy. ]

Oh, yeah, I saw that, but... it's not like it's going to get us anywhere. I don't even know where we are, so... so even if we did get out, there may be even less outside.

[ He peers around, a few people milling about, looking just as lost as everyone else. ]

I... could try, if you want to see? We need to know, right? Ah. Sooner is better than later.

[ Now, Peter is used to being yelled at, and he wasn't quite opening the window, more observing the glass, to see if maybe it could be broken, if the panes were loose. But the woman's voice startles him, and he lets out a rather undignified sound of surprise. ]

I... I wasn't trying to open it, I know we can't.

[ He really wishes he'd sounded more firm, but instead it's more the voice of someone waiting to be struck. ]

'These things happen.' Mass kidnappings?

[She leaned in close, tone low, dripping with anger and venom and a queen very much pissed off about being trapped and powerless.]

You tell your boss, whoever it is, that they should hope I don't figure out how to get my magic back.

[Because she assumes, that something knew to take it away to begin with, and so it was no secret that people arriving here could have it. And without knowing that it isn't an actual employee, she lets her secret come out.]

That will be all. I'll figure out what to do in the meantime myself.

[Useless.]

[Regina gestures Henry's height with a hand, realizing just how much he's grown.]

About this tall. Brown hair, green eyes that sometimes look hazel and he usually has a scarf. A gray and red striped scarf.

[It really does panic her, though she can't be sure if her panic is that he could be here or that he isn't.]

How? I can't do anything with my magic other than sparks.

[Being powerless is, for Regina, violating something about her. She'd been tortured last time her magic had simply been taken, and that fact alone has her on edge. But she takes a breath and runs her hands over her face, up into her hair.]

I need a drink.

[ in her shoes, he likely would have found it just as deplorable to even for an instant show how he really felt. he was downright monstrous to his men after he'd lost Milah, as if he tore them apart would make him ache a little less. they couldn't pity him or make it real by offering sympathies and condolences if he turned cold and cruel. clearly that worked out for him so well, but he understands that she might want distance.

the thanks is likely falling back into manners again and he nods in return, not feeling a need to respond when it doesn't mean anything. he might be wrong yet he's gotten a few drop ins when he was searching his own room, so it isn't impossible. if it'll ease her a bit, then it's easy advice to give.

her inquiry does surprise him, though. he looks confused, though he shakes it quickly. he really can't imagine what she wants it for, yet there's little good in hiding it or spurning the question. it's a tight space and there's not any way to keep it secret and really, what does it matter? there's naught in his room that he would care about losing. everything that has ever mattered to him is already gone or on his person. ] Two hundred and seven, a few doors down.

[ He commits the description to memory for later use in case he happens across the kid. He's really kind of hoping he doesn't though. Shinichi's no stranger to getting kidnapped and he can say with absolute certainty that it's never a pleasant experience. A lot of kidnap victims end up with varying degrees of trauma. ]

I'll keep an eye out for him while I try to find Ran-neechan.

...While you try to find what?

[Yeah, that's not a thing - or a person (?) - she's ever heard of before.]

[Harley is grinning when Skye turns to face her, one hand on her hip and the other holding the strap of her suitcase.]

Hah! Spoken like a true comedian... Ya sure ya ain't the entertainment yerself, toots? [Nope, Harley doesn't appear to have taken any offense at all to the jab. She looks around the lobby at the rather motley crew that's assembled, expression sobering.] Nah... No idea what I'm doin' here. [Her blue gaze flits back to Skye and that genuinely amused grin returns.] I do know some killer knock-knock jokes, though!!

Forced natural selection. Why two?

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