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checking in? ([personal profile] checkingin) wrote in [community profile] checkingout2015-02-01 11:57 pm

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.
greenies: (✘ from decimated dreams)

[personal profile] greenies 2015-02-07 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
The maze trial, the scorch. [ he insists, frustrated. ] The same ones I've been stuck in by WICKED since I woke up in the Glade. This is some other kind of trial. I got lifted by WICKED, and now I'm here.

[ thomas scowls, now, mostly because he's thinking of WICKED and his own guilt, of the things he did--even if he can't remember them. ] Two years and counting. Why are you asking so many questions? I told you already, I'm not your friend.
greenies: (ωe'll carry on)

[personal profile] greenies 2015-02-07 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Mine too. [ ...weird. really weird. if this girl has no idea what WICKED even is--if she came from a different world period...

thomas goes full nerd for a second, trying to think it over in his head. multiverse theory? could something like that be true? that there were a thousand different lives, could there be a thousand different people--a thousand different thomas's?

or, like she said. a thousand different people on a doomed planet. just like his. brow furrowed as he tucks his hands into his harness, thinking, thomas catches on a word and cocks his head. ]
Was?
greenies: (pic#8562035)

[personal profile] greenies 2015-02-07 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
London? [ what the hell is that--sounds like a city. probably one that's been destroyed by the flare, at least for him.

he shrugs. ]
I don't know where I'm from. This place--it's a trial. WICKED's testing us for something. Not that I have any shucking clue what, but it's something. I guess they want to see our brain activity or something--I don't know why it's some dumb hotel instead of the Scorch, but, I don't understand half the klunk they do now, anyway.

[ thomas stop that you're wrong. ]
greenies: (there's a freedom)

[personal profile] greenies 2015-02-07 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ weird. maybe her memories were wiped? really wiped, to be dressed and talking the way she was. thomas shrugs his shoulders, awfully nonchalant about being kidnapped. again. ]

They won't let us go until we solve whatever they want us to solve. They're studying our brains. Chances are, they won't tell us why we're here or how to solve it, either.
greenies: (my father took me into the city)

[personal profile] greenies 2015-02-07 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
It's okay. I guess he's not here? [ thomas watches the girl a little warily for a second, not sure if he's willing to acquiesce his tense posture; he's only known two girls in his remembered life. one of them kissed him and disappeared, and the other threatened him within an inch of his life and generally terrified him a little.

so. girls. ]


What? Oh--no. I just got shot. [ very, very nonchalantly. ] But...they patched me up, I guess, so I'm okay now.
Edited 2015-02-07 23:14 (UTC)
greenies: (let's shout it loud and clear)

[personal profile] greenies 2015-02-07 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ thomas stares at the guy even as he slides behind the desk, watching him like an absolute hawk. all of his posture is tense and he shows no sign of letting go of his knife, instead tightening his grip around it as he watches the guy--the crank?--move. ]

Answer my question. [ because unless WICKED makes clones? this should be impossible. there's no shucking way. ] Why do you look like me? Are you a crank?
mygame: the Fox (the Trickster stories are all about food)

[personal profile] mygame 2015-02-07 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[How it loves that stress and upset in those around it. Whatever this wonderful place is, the Nogitsune doubts it will ever lack feeding. But back to its current puzzle. The boy looks to be Stiles but the way he holds himself says that is a lie. The look in his eyes alone is different. This is what the Nogitsune believes Stiles could be if the right conditions were applied, but is far from.]

I cannot say why you look like me. I have no siblings, no living relatives since my father died. They do say that everyone in the world has a doppelgänger somewhere. I am sure it's nothing to be concerned with, Sir. The Hotel is like this sometimes.

[The lies roll off its tongue easily with a polite tone, its posture relaxed compared to Thomas' stance. The Nogitsune even smiles as if a knife weren't being brandished in its direction.]

I am sorry, but I don't understand, Sir. What exactly is a 'crank'?
unbreachable: bangparty (Default)

[personal profile] unbreachable 2015-02-07 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)

[ He nods. Not surprising. He feels weird, like reality has distorted.

Funny coming from someone who was just in the anteverse. ]

Where from?

mygame: (you want them to survive?)

[personal profile] mygame 2015-02-07 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
I would appreciate it if you didn't vandalize the property, Miss Skye. Our repairman has already left for the night, and I am not the best with tools.

[Still quiet, still polite. That much doesn't change. Well fed and content, it doesn't mind playing on. Its hands spread out before it with a helpless shrug.]

I am sorry, but I can't do that either. Concierge Argent will do that when he arrives in the morning. It's for the safest tonight with the storm and all. One can never tell what might be out there.

[Or in here for that matter, but the Nogitsune doesn't mention that.]
64th: (oh little mermaid what have you done?)

[personal profile] 64th 2015-02-07 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
District One, Panem. [ she shrugs. ] You've never heard of it, I assume?
hesmypuddin: (Default)

[personal profile] hesmypuddin 2015-02-07 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)


[Where many of the other new arrivals are open in their confusion and discomfort, Harley seems to be taking it all rather in stride. She shifts her weight from one hip to the other, hand moving to rest upon it as she returns Skye's gaze evenly. She 'tssks' softly, shaking her head.]

There's always time for knock-knock jokes but, eh, poh-tay-tah...pah-tah-tah. [She swings her suitcase around and drops it at her feet and it sounds far heavier than just clothing, but Harley hadn't poked around in it yet. She nods at Skye's first question, tone nonchalant.]

I wasn't even asleep, ya know? Last thing I remember, Bat Broad was tryin' ta off yours truly. [She sniffs disdainfully.] Who knew she'd show up with Bats?! [She shrugs and moves onto the latter question without explaining any more than that.]

Ya mean this old thing? [She tugs at some of the spandex and is then smiling broadly again.] Because I'm the one an' only Harley Quinn. An' as Mistah J's right hand gal, I gotta be on top'a my fashion choices. [Then she turns and looks over her shoulder at Skye, grinning as she poses.] An' it makes my ass look great.
mygame: (focused on some hopeless gesture)

[personal profile] mygame 2015-02-07 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Jigen. My mistake, Mr Conan. Should anyone by that name check in, I will be sure to notify them of your presence.

[Even as Conan explains his situation, the Nogitsune continues to give him its empty smile. It nods along with his words but gives a small helpless shrug at the end.]

I am sorry, Mr Conan, but there is little I can offer other than what I have. You'll have to wait until the morning when Concierge Chris Argent or the Manager returns for anything else.
engender: (shocked wholly)

[personal profile] engender 2015-02-07 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm sorry you had to go through something like that.
engender: (scene found)

[personal profile] engender 2015-02-07 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
What is WICKED.

[ at least then derek can get somewhere. probably. get answers, then get help. give help. do what he can. this person looks like stiles, it gives derek enough reason to want to be of help. ]

I know. [ why is he asking? because of that responsibility. ] Nothing you're saying sounds familiar. If we could find something in common, maybe we could find why we're here. Or, how we got here.
64th: (Because you're a dick.)

[personal profile] 64th 2015-02-08 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ no one has ever said anything like that before. it visibly throws her and she shoots him a puzzled look while she tries to work out if he could really mean that. ] I - it's just how things are. Someone had to do it.
engender: (tests sternly)

[personal profile] engender 2015-02-08 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
Not where I'm from. [ he's visibly bothered by the idea. it's one thing to be hunted, trapped inside a house and burned. it's another to televise, take bets and force kids to hunt for them. ]
unbreachable: tapestries (pic#6963099)

[personal profile] unbreachable 2015-02-08 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
I haven't.

[ But that doesn't mean a lot. ]

There's others?

[ Half question half statement. ]
mygame: (it sounds like)

[personal profile] mygame 2015-02-08 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh. Her it definitely likes. She just carries an air of strife about her that the Nogitsune could lap up. The very air between them is charged with it and drawn in. Despite that, it nods gazes at her with the blank stare of a taxidermy animal. There is no flinch from her anger or concern displayed.]

I will let Concierge Chris Argent and Manager Hale know when they arrive, ma'am. Have a pleasant evening meeting with the other guests.

[Magic? How brilliant. The Nogitsune is curious now but it lets her walk away. Time is something it has oodles of.]
totheright: (calculating)

[personal profile] totheright 2015-02-08 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
Right. I suppose you're not wealthy. ((Or he could just be someone wealthy with no sense of presentation, but that's too horrific for Kaoru to consider. Safe to just assume that he's a commoner.))

Maybe they mistook you for someone worth ransoming? ((It's happened to a friend of his before, after all.))
mygame: (i can eat what you feel)

[personal profile] mygame 2015-02-08 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
I'm pleased to meet you, Mr Kirk. Welcome to the Hotel California.

[Its empty smile remains in the face of Kirk's upset. A small sympathetic nod follows.]

I am sorry, Mr Kirk, but that cannot be allowed until morning. Concierge Argent or the Manager have the keys to the doors. Given the danger of the storm out there and... other things, it is a necessary measure. Perhaps after a good night sleep you'll feel better. In the meantime, we do have a delightful movie playing if you would care to proceed to our screening room.

[It gestures towards the door that leads towards where the movie is playing.]

Our popcorn maker has been sent out for repairs. I am sorry for the inconvenience.

[Creepy hotel. Creepy deskboy. Makes sense, yeah?]
Edited (Spelling error) 2015-02-08 01:05 (UTC)
cisskabob: (Actually...)

[elsewhere | lobby etc etc]

[personal profile] cisskabob 2015-02-08 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Cissie had given up her initial frantic efforts to find a door or window that would open, instead finding a spot against a wall to stand and survey the other people milling about in varying states of panic and shock. She's probably in shock herself, but it's easier not to think about it. Easier to just... take a break and do some people watching for a little while. She takes notice of Emily when she approaches, of course. She's almost kind of relieved, since Emily appears to be another fairly normal looking person, who might be even be close to her own age. She knows this doesn't mean much, in terms of how trustworthy or nice or what kind of a person she might be--she does go to an all girls' boarding school, after all. She knows exactly how two-faced girls can get.

But none of that matters, and when Emily speaks to her, Cissie gives her a wry smile in return.]


Tell me about it. It feels a little like an episode of The Twilight Zone.
pronged: (looking cool don't even try and deny it)

lobby/window

[personal profile] pronged 2015-02-08 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
[He just sees a pile of curly, red hair and that's enough to grab the girl by the shoulder and turn her around to face him with a feverish--]

--Lil--[on his lips and he doesn't even finish the word because one good look at her, and he knows it isn't her. It's not Lily.]

Shit, sorry. Sorry. Thought you were someone else.
pronged: (it's bleeding hot in here)

[personal profile] pronged 2015-02-08 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
Actually-- no. It doesn't. [James slips his wand out of his back pocket where he usually keeps it despite warnings that he's going to loose a buttock someday for it. It looks fine, intact and shiny but it doesn't thrum with magic like it used to. And he can't even cast a simple accio with it.]

Why would you ask that? What do you know that I don't?
pronged: (hipster shades)

[personal profile] pronged 2015-02-08 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
[His glasses are not strange. They are cool and suave and make him look sexy.]

Bullocks.

[Almost immediately, his hand jumps to his hair, a nervous habit that he's always had and tried to turn it into something cool to show off but that didn't stick for very long.

And that's when he seems to notice her ears.]


What are you?

[Mister sensitivity they call him on the streets.]
pronged: (you give me a headache)

[personal profile] pronged 2015-02-08 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Where she's sitting on him, he can't get to his wand. Not that it would do him a lot of good, since the few times he's tried to use it, he hasn't been able to produce even a feeble wisp of smoke. But he could fake it long enough to threaten her back if he had it in his hand. So yeah. James keeps on struggling, trying to spring loose.]

Like I have any bloody idea!

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