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]

How old are you?

[engender]

202. [ he'd glanced when he'd picked it up ] Then I'm helping you upstairs.

[ he's not asking. derek sets the suitcase addressed to him in front of the door, intent on leaving it there. he'll be back for it. ]

[hacker]

[ Her brow furrows as Tauriel still doesn't drop what Skye can only assume to be an act, and Skye shakes her head just slightly, searching for a way to make sense of that. ]

… Sorry, where did you say you were from?

[ Let's double back. She drums up some more civility, backing off her assumptions to take a moment and really try to figure this out. ]

[hacker]

And you can imagine why I might really not be in the mood for one.

[ Her hands drop on the edge of the counter behind her, and she leans back. The movement hunches her shoulders, betraying her discomfort as she studies Harley and tries to decide what to make of her. ]

So you just woke up here too? [ Feels like a reasonable conclusion to draw from the fact that she doesn't know why she's here either. ] Why the hell were you in a clown costume?

[pajarita]

Nineteen. [how long have you been 19 for?]

[engender]

[ derek can't read your mind. ]

You don't know anybody else here?

[villainously]

[ look he's perfectly with his own times. it's just his time isn't hers... impossibly enough. he looks at her like she's sprouted another head. does he have his heart? where the bloody hell else would it be? ] Last I checked you were the one roughing it without, and you've gotten it back since. [ yes, he's got his heart, does she intend to explain what inspired her to ask?

by the times she mentions this sorcerer he's starting to worry something is wrong. ] Regina, honestly. What are you on about?
What sorcerer? I thought were after a snow queen.

[gloriouscurse]

[It would have helped if anyone had bothered to tell her that Hook - even temporarily - had his hand back and when. But at least he knows about Ingrid.]

If I tell you anything it could screw with what's already happened. And I think I've been through enough tampering. All I'll say about the sorcerer is that he may or may not have written Henry's book that we're all in. Which means he controls, possibly, all of our lives.

[villainously]

[ he rubs at his face, because, all right, she's saying without saying some sort of timeline trouble has gone on again and he had more than enough the first time. ]

Are you trying to say I'm not from the same time? That's mad, darling. A spell that works between times and realms? Nobody could possibly be that powerful. [ the price would be too high... wouldn't it? he frowns at her at the idea someone beyond them is pulling their strings. ] Call me a skeptic, but I don't want to believe I'm not in control of my own actions.

[ he's made the wrong choices, but they're his and not some sorcerers. still, that's not important. ] This sorcerer... You think he's responsible for this?

[wickedlyable]

You... what? The Games ended - not that you were around for it. That was... ((She trails off, looking faintly distant, then shakes her head.)) I don't even know how long ago that was.

You killed Wiress. I killed you. Then I got taken in and tortured by Snow for daring to help out little Miss Mockingjay.

[wickedlyable]

Don't try to break it either. We've got no fucking clue what that fog might be. ((She comes up to the window herself, to draw the curtains firmly over it.)) The last time I saw something like that, it didn't turn out well.

[cisskabob]

[Flippant and cocky as a means of covering deeper, more vulnerable feelings? Yeah, Cissie's familiar with that particular defense mechanism. Not just because she sometimes uses it, but many of her friends do, and that's probably part of why she's almost amused, even in the situation they've found themselves in.

She snaps her fingers, shaking her head as if deeply disappointed.]

Darn, and I can't even carry a tune.

[...It's true though. Voice lessons were the one lesson that never paid off.]

[starspangled]

[Steve is a little surprised, but maybe now he can worry less about freaking her out now that she knows who he is.

Nope, still freaking out.

He moves closer, watching, taking a deep breath with her. His own almost catches when she says the H-word.]

We don't know anything yet. [And he doesn't want to draw any conclusions.] How much do you know about them, anyway?

[Maybe she read about them on the internet after Natasha dumped everything there.]

[starspangled]

It's the uniform.

[Steve murmurs it, the softness of his voice now hinting at that disappointment, maybe in himself for expecting things to be easy when it would be the first time ever. But Steve also sees that Bucky's just as frustrated, and the last thing he wants to do is make it worse. He's distracted enough that he doesn't even realize what Bucky might really be getting at. You look different. Different from the last time he saw him, maybe. Different from the helicarrier. He's not Captain America right now, just Steve Rogers, and that's different.]

[hacker]

Everything.

[ Baffled, her shoulders shrug forward, and she shakes her head. It feels like an overstatement, but all things considered? She knows as much as anyone. Ward, her father, Raina, Simmons, Morse, they'd all been inside of it. Between interrogating Bakshi, looking into Whitehall, and doubling down on digging into old SSR files, there wasn't a lot about HYDRA (as it exists now) that they aren't on top of—at least, she'd like to believe as much. ]

I had just joined SHIELD before they took it apart.

[ Her voice carries a sense of mournful loss with that. The family she'd finally found, torn apart in an instant. Her detest of HYDRA is visceral and unerring because as she saw it, they'd pulled the rug out from under her the very moment she'd thought she could put her feet up. ]

How much do you know about what HYDRA's been up to since the Triskelion fell? [ She pushes away from the check-in desk, folding her arms over her chest and getting straight to business. It's hard not to be excitable when she might very well have to brief Captain America on the HYDRA threat. (His arms, let the record show, are as super heroic in real life as they are on TV.) ]

im so laaate! ota

[unbreachable]

arrival, then towards his room

[ 'Disoriented' isn't even the word.

'Unhinged' might be better and for a terrifying, paralyzing moment he wonders if he's dead. If he wasn't fast enough. If Gipsy detonated around him and that was that. He doubted that he'd feel anything if that was that case - the explosion would be so big and so catastrophic it would probably be instant. He wouldn't have felt himself die.

That had to be it, then. There is literally no other explanation for what's happened to him and as he rubs his eyes and takes in his surroundings, he's even more certain. Dark room, hallway. Suitcase full of his own things. Precious things, too. Things that he would, if given an opportunity, take with him anywhere he went. Rain pounding down outside.

Odd. Not what he'd think to have in the afterlife, but he doubts he's the one in control, here.

Even so, Raleigh's not a religious man but he figured the after like would either be some kind of weird paradise with glowing angels singing or a fiery cesspit of misery.

This is neither. It's just...confusing.

He grips his suitcase handle (because after he investigated it's contents there's no fucking way that he's letting go of it) and drags it into the hall, looking around, heart fluttering in his chest.

The key in his hand has a number. Nothing else to do but check that out, really. ]

Cissie | OTA

[cisskabob]

A] Screening Room

Exploring, Cissie stumbles upon the screening room.... and has to stop and stare. Ancient black and white silent horror movie?

...This is seriously creepy. [What the hell, crazy hotel? This is not a comforting movie choice.]

B] Rooms

[Eventually, all of that trying to find an escape and watching everyone else get worked up and panicked and no one being able to find a door... It gets to a girl. She finds her room, thanks to her suitcase, and decides it's time to go exploring a bit. It can't hurt to meet her "neighbors," since they're clearly not getting out of here tonight. She's too restless to stay still, so she's wandering the halls and if your door is open, she might just poke her head in the doorway to be nosy and introduce herself with a knock on the doorframe.

Or if she's not watching where she's going, she might literally bump into someone in the hallway.]

C] Main Lobby, much later

[Well. Cissie's mostly been keeping to herself, watching everyone else--at least after the initial shock wore off, and she's realized they're stuck here. She is not impressed. And she starts searching for a door or window herself. Later, once she's found her room and "unpacked", she returns to the lobby, with her baseball. She hates the game, and the ball and glove in her suitcase were a bit of a slap in the face. None of the windows would open, so it's time to try something else.

Namely: throwing that baseball repeatedly at those glass windows as hard as she can. Which is pretty hard. And she never misses her target.

But that glass never seems to crack, either.]

[64th]

[ she wants to call Johanna a liar, but instead her throat tightens. it sounds plausible, it sounds real. would she have killed Wiress? sure. if the opportunity arose. Cashmere's plan in the arena had been to get the Games over as soon as possible. she didn't want to win, not if winning meant going home alone. Brutus and Enobaria, though - they wanted to win. why not help them? ]

You killed me. [ she's not offended but wow it's unsettling to be told that you're dead. ] What did you help Katniss with? It was all true, wasn't it? The rumors about the uprising were true?

[cisskabob]

[Cissie gives her a small smile of her own, holding a hand up in a wave-like gesture. She's seen a lot of different people since arriving, but Tauriel's clothes and... her ears... are still a bit surprising.

Of course, one of her best friends used to be a ghost, so Cissie isn't the type to judge people by how they look.] Hi. I was just, um. [What was she doing. Being ridiculous, honestly.] Well, my name is Cissie. I guess we're kind of neighbors, while we're--here. I thought I'd introduce myself?

[64th]

[ she's not waiting for him, obviously, but Cashmere is waiting in the hall, staked out near his room. she's trying to scope out everyone as they arrive, and even better figure out who belongs where and who already knows each other. ]

You look lost. [ she feels lost. Cashmere's gotten a grip on herself and doesn't feel quite so crazy. she just needs to figure out who the hell these other people are, which so far means interrogating everyone she comes across with rapid-fire questions. ] What's your name? Where are you from?

[unbreachable]

I think I'm dead.

[ Honest, a little raw. He looks like hell, exhaustion beginning to settle into his bones now that he's not pumped up on adrenaline. ]

Raleigh. Anchorage, Alaska.

[64th]

I think I'm dead too. [ that's what Johanna said. nothing else makes sense. maybe they'll all dead. doesn't really explain the hotel, though. ]

Cashmere. Not from Anchorage, Alaska. [ never heard of it, actually. and he'll not have heard of where she's from. that much she's figured out so far. ]

[64th]

A boy and a girl.

[trepidations]

[ Surely the fog was just that -- fog. He could be cautious, but some people are just too much. ]

I... don't plan on breaking it.

[ He stumbles backward when she shuts the curtains. ]

I don't really want to go and get hurt because I seriously doubt there's like, a medic or anything?

[ And if it's her, then he's really, really screwed. ]

[greenies]

[ yeah, no. thomas recognizes that when he sees it: it's the same way he acts when something bad happens. the same way he compartmentalized teresa going missing. the same way he felt sitting on the bus on the way to the school, chuck's blood on his hands and his face and

thomas blinks to try and keep from thinking of that too much--gotta keep moving gotta keep thinking--and drops down to his knee instead of in a crouch, careful to look her over. despite the blood, she's probably not hurt, and thomas sticks a hand in his harness and comes out with a piece of fabric from the back of it--that's replaceable. ] Here. Clean it off.

[ he remembers the hot shower he took at the school, the first one he felt like he'd ever had--and that he'd stayed in it for hours. crying. shaking. punching the wall. any number of things, anything that forced him to feel instead of just go numb. ] Don't feel bad, when I came out of mine, I pointed a knife at someone. [ there's a little wan humor to his voice, sort of faint. ]

Can you stand?