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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.
carjacked: (I'll worship like a dog)

[personal profile] carjacked 2015-02-09 11:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ The pressure is gone as suddenly as it appeared, and he steadies himself quickly, hands still most of the way up. If she changes her mind on that whole wanting to kill him business, he strongly suspects she doesn't need him on his knees to do it. Better to make sure it's clear he's not gonna lash out when he stands back up. As soon as he's on his feet a few steps away, those hands start to lower. ]

I got no reason to lie to you. [ He corrects, a subtle shrug tugging at his chin and shoulders. ] I don't know you, I got nothing to gain from it. I'm just telling you what I know.

[ Pretty calm for a man who was just assaulted, but it's not like he's not already dead. Whatever magic this is won't sustain forever, and there's always a cost. This is borrowed time, and besides, he lived mostly-homeless in New York for like two decades. He's been mugged like a hundred and fifty times. You get used to it. ]
unbreachable: videnda (pic#6963193)

[personal profile] unbreachable 2015-02-09 01:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Pissed off?

[ He can't explain how he feels right now. Angry, sure. Freaked out, definitely. Curious, oh yeah.

Filled with dread and fearful to see if Mako is here. He wonders if his little trick worked, if the Breach collapsed. He might never know. ]
notafraidofyou: (Long Night)

Re: [A. Because why not.]

[personal profile] notafraidofyou 2015-02-09 01:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, good. They're not local for us, but they kinda stopped in once. In Metropolis. They were pretty bad news. The League had to take care of them.

So yeah, I've heard of that first one, but no on the other two.
dislocked: (12)

LMK IF THIS IS OKAY BABY ;-; I CAN ALWAYS CHANGE IT

[personal profile] dislocked 2015-02-09 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it's the kind of thing you save for the people who are really worth it.

Bucky tenses, the comment hitting far too close to home, chafing at still-raw nerves and sparking at impulses that are still so deeply ingrained, the violence that is barely restrained. And then it's too late, too late, because there's a world of noise in his mind, the anger that floods through, the hate for HYDRA, the memories and the things that they've made him do --

-- he moves faster than the eye can blink, swift and deadly, violent and strong, and in a clatter of plastic chairs he has Skye by the neck, cold metal digging into the skin of her throat. His eyes are almost black with anger, with rage, lips pulled back in a snarl that is entirely feral. ]


You're HYDRA.

[ You have three point seven seconds to convince him you're not, Agent. ]
dislocked: (36)

[personal profile] dislocked 2015-02-09 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The problem, see, is putting those pieces back together. The problem is forgiving all the cracks that run through them, unsightly, present, and always a reminder for everything that's happened to him. To them.

Bucky remembers the serum vaguely, remembers how Zola worked obsessively to perfect it. He remembers the pain, excruciating, terrible -- and he has his answer: it hurt for Steve, too. And -- ]


If I'm the one who went to war, why are you a soldier?
hacker: (i got one less one less problem)

ALWAYS OK i have icons exclusively for this moment

[personal profile] hacker 2015-02-09 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Okay. So here's a tip. When engaging potential unfriendlies, regurgitating information fed to you by your HYDRA asset is generally considered a Bad Idea. It happens before she can react, dragged onto her feet by the force of the grab.

Immediately, her hands reach up to grab the arm around her throat. Imagine her surprise in discovering that the hand gripping her throat is cool, hard metal in place of flesh. She doesn't have the frame of reference to know what it means, but she knows one thing for sure: it's nothing good.

The insult would be laughable if it didn't hit so close to home. He's HYDRA. Curled up in the bathroom of the Providence base, trying to smother her sobs. Sitting rigid in the bus cockpit beside him. Sitting across from him while he pretends nothing's wrong, repressing bile in her throat. And her father. Beside him on the couch, hearing him sift through what HYDRA had done to her mother, her family, her life.

Were they SHIELD agents or HYDRA agents who'd found her in the Hunan province? Did it matter? Was there a difference then?
]

I'm with SHIELD!

[ Please god, let him acknowledge a difference. Kicking out as he lifts her, prying at the grip of his hand, she strains the words out through cracking vocal cords, quite nearly out of breath. The struggled movements as they stand now are useless, and she can't wait on him to accept it.

Raising her arms across her body, she dips her chin and cuts one arm downward into his elbow to weaken his grip, then raises her other to twist around it and shove him back by the shoulder. It only works because she's not pinned.

It's all strength, no style. He carries himself like a tank, a weapon, but she's sparing herself the trouble of self-flagellation until she survives the encounter. Blood's pooling beneath the skin on her neck, mottled and purple. It aches, but she doesn't raise her hand to soothe it yet. Can't afford the movement when she's got all her attention on watching and anticipating his.
]

I know HYDRA because I hunt HYDRA: what's your excuse?!
pontificus: (e n j o y)

[personal profile] pontificus 2015-02-09 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[He at least is determined. Lucrezia approaches the window he's at and when his hand is offered, she's not entirely sure what to do with it. She knows he's expecting a response, and she does not want to look like she's uncultured, even if this place is quite foreign. So she touches his hand back before stepping back to curtsey. It is a smooth, fluid motion that only makes her rather large dress poof out more.]

Lucrezia Borgia at your service. [If he knows his Earth history, her brother is one of the most notorious men in the Italian Renaissance. Most armed services require their cadets to read Machiavelli's the Prince, which details Cesare's basic takeover of Italy.]
pontificus: (p r o f i l e)

[personal profile] pontificus 2015-02-09 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh! [Her face alights with something akin to recognition. At the very least she understands what she is watching. How the images are getting there are entirely a different story, but she understands that the light is projecting onto the screen much how the sun shines on the courtyard on a summer's day.

Lucrezia extends a hand in front of the projector to see the shadow, and she manages a laugh.]


How marvelous.
cisskabob: (Oi)

Re: [A. Because why not.]

[personal profile] cisskabob 2015-02-09 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, with a name like Justice Lords... [She shakes her head, and sighs a little, brushing her hair back.] I guess it makes sense that you haven't heard of the other two, given what you said before.
pontificus: (d i s a p p o i n t e d)

[personal profile] pontificus 2015-02-09 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
I am finding the stranger this place is, the unstranger it is being here. [That is to say, the circumstances that brought them there are far weirder than what she's hearing from meeting others.]

Perhaps you can tell me sometime of your Ark since you know more of this-- [She gestures at the projector and the screen.] Than I can fathom.
pontificus: (u p s e t)

[personal profile] pontificus 2015-02-09 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Solve? Like a puzzle? [She's not entirely sure what this boy means? They have been taken by these people -- WICKED, he said -- so they could test her brain.]

For what purpose?

[In a way that information frightens her. It is better than not knowing, but she also doesn't know what kind of tests they would perform either. The doctors and scholars of her time test in very barbaric ways.]
notafraidofyou: (Juggle)

Re: [A. Because why not.]

[personal profile] notafraidofyou 2015-02-09 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah. Sorry.

[Paaaaaaaaaaause.]

And. Uh. Sorry about before. I guess you're pretty close with other me?
oceanborne: (pic#7629878)

[personal profile] oceanborne 2015-02-09 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Cooperative and completely harmless, that's Annie. At least, that's the image she's trying to project, and when the strange woman lets her go it seems like she's succeeding. She climbs slowly to her feet, turning to get a good look at her attacker -- and it doesn't surprise her, seeing that the woman is more like a girl. Teenagers are the central part of the Games, after all, and it makes more sense to see a young woman like this than some of the adults she saw in the lobby. ]

A hotel is... When someone travels away from home, it's where they stay. They'll get a room to sleep in, and some of the fancier hotels offer more services, and there's a staff to clean and cook and run the place.
skaikru: (pic#8799062)

[personal profile] skaikru 2015-02-09 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
( waking up in strange hotels was just the icing on the cake for the very awful day that is clarke griffin's. but she's not after pity, despite the ease with which people are pouring it all over her, and she's not about to try to one up everyone's misfortune by throwing a grumpy yeah, but i killed my boyfriend before i came here at him. that'd probably give several wrong impressions.

so she just nods her head and tries to make a very hasty retreat before he can offer additional assistance she doesn't need (but could probably use). )


Again, sorry to disturb you.
engender: (beaten down)

[personal profile] engender 2015-02-09 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Then we'll be canceled. [ would that be good or bad for the metaphor? ]
engender: (concludes obviously)

[personal profile] engender 2015-02-09 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Down to the stubble from him trying to grow facial hair. [ sorry stiles ]
pajarita: (and i wanted it)

[personal profile] pajarita 2015-02-09 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey, I'm a mechanic, not a doctor.
engender: (scene found)

[personal profile] engender 2015-02-09 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he'd say something more. pry. but derek hale doesn't pry. he doesn't know her from adam. she doesn't want help. he does wonder - worry, even, for her but he lets her go. he has more important things to worry about. thomas. anybody else who might be here. he half expects a scott look-a-like to be around the corner at any minute. finally, he looks away, trying the key in his door. with one more look back, he opens it, grabbing his suitcase from the floor and taking it inside. ]
engender: (smirks approvingly)

( ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ )

[personal profile] engender 2015-02-09 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ derek gives allison a head start to scott's room, not following her. he has nothing better to do than return to his room and pull it apart. complete strangers are trying to break the glass windows and find ways out. derek knows deep down there isn't. not yet. perhaps, the real reason he retreats upstairs is to be there for scott if he needs him, if he's needed. he waits enough time, though, for allison to be let into scott's room so she's not in the hallway when he is. so, she must be inside.

turning his attention to the doorways, derek makes his way down the hall, peering into any open rooms.

two recognizable faces so far. why not make it a hat trick.

it's like he manifests it. one minute, he thinks he may find someone he knows and there she is, going through her suitcase.

allison is alive. scott's okay. he manages a real smile. lydia seems like she's in one piece ]


Find anything interesting?
mygame: (it means there's been a change)

[personal profile] mygame 2015-02-09 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[At her approach, the Nogitsune took a half-step back as if afraid of her. It wasn't in truth, but it never hurt to give the impression that it could be frightened.]

Miss Skye, I'm only staff here, like the others. I'm limited with -

[It looked upwards, a flicker of fear running over its face before it wrung its hands together. Its black swung back to her.]

Really, Miss Skye. I mis-spoke. I didn't mean to alarm you. Everything is fine here at the hotel. We're here to see to your needs.
hacker: (at a funeral)

[personal profile] hacker 2015-02-09 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Picking up on cues that she thinks are signs that someone is listening in or controlling his actions, Skye's eyes briefly widen, then her expression darkens. Slowly, her head tilts, and she does some quick mental math. Her gaze drops to take stock of the tools at her disposal, and she raises her tablet, typing away on the notepad as she speaks. ]

You know, you're right. Maybe I should cool my heels a little while, get comfortable.

[ Raising the screen, she shows him a message typed out in large print: IF SOMEONE IS KEEPING YOU FROM TALKING, CONTROLLING YOU, OR LISTENING IN, JUST SAY YES. ]

Is the movie they're playing in the screening room any good?
algidity: ((/) I Honestly Don't Know With This Face)

[personal profile] algidity 2015-02-09 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, she knows his name....... okay. Isaac stands there, uncomfortable and unsure of how to process this situation - hot chick, from school acting like they're friends... Maybe she was just being friendly because he was the only person she sorta recognised...

When she checks of her shoulder he follows her gaze, attempting to figure out what exactly she was looking for - so when she turns back to him he tenses as if he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't have.

Crazy, hot chick from school acting like they're friends............

The taller of the two rubs a hand through his mop of curls. Does he say he's glad to have found her too?

Why didn't people have a setting - something that said 'car alarm please get away from me'?
]

Yeah, with a suitcase...

[ He narrows his eyes, jaw locking in what looks like calculation. ]

Allison... right? I've seen other people but no one from school...
mygame: (you're nervous aren't you?)

[personal profile] mygame 2015-02-09 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[The Nogitsune's fingers twist together again as its eyes move over the words she's typed out and back to her face. Its bland smile slips a little to reflect a small spark of hope before descending back into nervousness.]

[It studies the words again, swallowing thickly before answering her in a falsely bright voice as if to fool anyone listening.]


Why, yes, Miss Skye. It's a wonderful movie... although some find the theme of people being brought and killed to become staf-

[Its mouth snaps shut as if shoved, eyes widened in surprise. A quick step is taken back as if the Nogitsune were trying to escape someone invisible grabbing at it.]
mygame: we're not really afraid of your little fireflies (you threatening us?)

(This got lost in my inbox. Sorry for the lateness.)

[personal profile] mygame 2015-02-09 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[The creature's head turns to the side as the chair zips back under the table. For now it is playing the game, having a good time. In a few days when the hotel realizes what it has been doing, it may be for real.]

[But, that thought hasn't crossed the Nogitsune's mind yet. A tiny bit of a smile comes to its face, looking remarkably like a human child caught stealing from the cookie jar and now has to answer for it.]


I can assure you that I have passed for 'normal' far more than I have not. That is rather impressive. How did you do that?

[A hand reaches out to touch on the chair, tilt it a little to see if there were wires.]
cisskabob: (Eh)

Re: [A. Because why not.]

[personal profile] cisskabob 2015-02-09 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[If her smile is a little strained... Well, she's trying.] Well, you know. It's possible I was kind of a bitch. Sorry about that.

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