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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.
engender: (concludes smartly)

[personal profile] engender 2015-02-13 09:30 am (UTC)(link)
Which, it probably is.

[ He's not an expert, but that's true, right? ] I don't think we can rule anything out.

[ He glances out the window to the pitched black and the faint sound of rain. ]
loyals: (ʙᴜᴛ ʏσᴜʀ ᴠσɪᴄє ɪs ᴛσσ ʟσᴜᴅ)

[personal profile] loyals 2015-02-13 09:33 am (UTC)(link)
I haven't had a legitimate headache in a really long time.

[ Sort of a joke, in reference to how overwhelming that thought is. Make it stop. ] Great, that's just what we need.

[ Scott worries at his lips before doing the same, even moving over to peer out. Or, attempt it, anyways. ]
engender: (comment made)

[personal profile] engender 2015-02-13 09:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ He sighs. ]

All we can do is stay alert and not let our guard down. Not get too comfortable.
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[personal profile] warring 2015-02-13 02:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ while she understands the gist of it, so many pieces of what he's saying don't quite make sense. lexa's not entirely positive how one 'fancies' something, 'portkey' is an entirely foreign concept, and magic is only found in the games of children.

the last comment, however, makes quite a bit more sense than it probably should have. it has her brow knitting in sharp intrigue.
] What do you know of Reapers? [ reapers eat the flesh of their fallen comrades. that is what he means by 'death eater', is it not? if that's true, this conversation is much more relevant to her interests than she realized. mt. weather makes reapers of her people in their labs, and if this boy is familiar with the concept too, it means her enemies might not be acting alone after all. ]
warring: (019.)

[personal profile] warring 2015-02-13 02:16 pm (UTC)(link)
What I know is that death has yet to find me. [ and this neal as well, as far as she's concerned - because if he were dead, he wouldn't be here to speak with her. ]
trepidations: (gray ¬ don't make me do this)

[personal profile] trepidations 2015-02-13 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
I mean... my country kind of looks -- I mean, it's foggy, it's always cold, and we have houses like this but... but I don't know. We could be anywhere.

[ Because he's not sure how he got here, and if she's from some strange place, maybe this wasn't some trick of the death eaters. ]

I just... woke up here, that's all I know.
trepidations: (Default)

[personal profile] trepidations 2015-02-13 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ... What is with this guy? ]

Why... I don't look that bad. Nice to meet you, too. [ A pout. ]
trepidations: (gray ¬ you're going to make me do this)

[personal profile] trepidations 2015-02-13 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
If it's not in California, then where is it?

[ Sorry, he's a bumbling little wizard boy, the muggle pop culture hasn't caught up with him yet. ]

Yeah... er, I'm fine. [ He can feel the anxiety crawling up the back of his throat, filling his chest, making his hands wring nervously together. ]

So I have to stay here? There's no way I can even try walking? I can walk in the rain, you know.
trepidations: (gray ¬ intent listen)

[personal profile] trepidations 2015-02-13 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's never a good sign when even James seems a bit surprised. James is his unflappable, marvelously brave friend. Nothing could frighten him, right? ]

Yeah... yeah, of course it is.

[ He had to believe it for now -- they wouldn't be stuck here forever, surely. ]

I-- there aren't even any doors that lead out, Prongs. Er, not out out, anyway, and I haven't tried the windows. I'm afraid to.
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[personal profile] totheright 2015-02-13 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
((He raises an eyebrow, looking him over.)) I'm not being rude. You just don't look rich. That's a statement of fact.
trepidations: (dark ¬ you want me to do WHAT)

[personal profile] trepidations 2015-02-13 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't... know a President Snow? Unless that's a new name for the Minister of Magic?

[ Whoever this Snow guy is, he has to be pretty terrible for someone to think he's trapped them there. But then again, Johanna isn't exactly the easiest person to talk to, either. ]

trepidations: (light ¬ oh hello mr. filtch sir)

[personal profile] trepidations 2015-02-13 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Er, they did where I was from? Maybe there... could be some here.

[ He doesn't even fully comprehend how cameras work, and they have them in the wizarding world, just... enhanced with magic. ]

It's like two mirrors, and the light... well, I don't know much more, really. I mean, the light somehow transfers it onto film which is this glossy paper kind of stuff, you can see through it, you know?

Sorry. I'll ask around, maybe... someone can tell me?
trepidations: (gray ¬ is that....)

[personal profile] trepidations 2015-02-13 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, it's hard to see if there are. If I had my wand...

[ Or if magic worked here at all. If it did, he could take form as a rat and try to peer through holes in the wall or under loose floorboards, but no. Nothing seems right here. ]

And hopefully the fog is just... fog. I don't know what else it could be, but. [ A shrug ] I don't think many people have a way to protect themselves, here. There was... a guy with a knife earlier, but. [ Yep, Peter may have very well met Thomas and the very wrong end of his knife. ]
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[personal profile] mygame 2015-02-13 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
You are in the hotel.

[The answer is kindly said and patient in tone, but it seems like there isn't going to be an answer that Peter wants here. Or at least not one that the Nogitsune will give him. It enjoys its games so. What is more frustrating than someone who is supposed to help not doing so?]

Not rain like this, sir. It is for your own good. Was something wrong with your room? We only want you to be comfortable here. In the morning, I am sure the Concierge, Chris Argent, will be able to explain everything. If not, our manager, Peter Hale will. Transportation can be arranged then.

[Everything about it is trying to ooze trust.] Please try to understand. We don't want anyone hurt or lost.
hesmypuddin: (Harley/Joker - HUG)

Huzzah! Sorry I took so long, darling!! :(

[personal profile] hesmypuddin 2015-02-14 12:47 am (UTC)(link)


[Harley pauses midstep and looks over her shoulder, suitcase casually flung over the opposite one. Does it seem like it's practically no effort for her to heft it, Hook?]

Hmm? Broken as in it ain't workin' at all? Or broken as in ain't no one got the balls ta give the old girl a whirl? [She arches a brow over her mask, grinning back at the man before moving to step into the rickety elevator. Any sane person might think that crazy enough, but Harley goes a step or two further. She pushes a few buttons and when that doesn't seem to work she actually jumps up and down several times. She frowns, pushing a few buttons even harder.

When it doesn't work, she steps back out of the elevator and drops her suitcase to the ground with a series of muffled 'clanks'. Those baby blue eyes turn to regard Hook again, weight shifting from one hip to the other.]


An' who might'a told ta that, bubs?
dislocked: (90)

[personal profile] dislocked 2015-02-14 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ One can more or less be human through the acts one commits on another -- humanity is not a thing she could fathom, not as someone removed from the evils of a world where elves didn't exist, and where good and evil seem virtually impossible to be discerned from each other sometimes.

He's quiet for a moment, digesting those words, the realization that he really doesn't know where it is -- Bucky has an extensive knowledge of the world's geography, and none of the areas she's mentioned clicks.

So she's lost, too; moreso than most. Welcome to the club. ]


I was... hunting. Ended up the same way.
mygame: do for him what he cannot do for himself (end it Scott)

[personal profile] mygame 2015-02-14 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
[The Nogitsune continues to stare blankly through Kirk more than at him for the space of a few seconds before it blinks a few times. Its eyes clear and the only expression it has is that of bland professionalism. All signs of its earlier fear or confusion are gone as if they never occurred.]

I'm sorry. These glitches do happen at times. What was your question, Mr Kirk? Is there a problem with your room or did you want to leave a message for someone?
ivolunteer: ( thg ) (ɴᴏᴡ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɴɢ.)

[personal profile] ivolunteer 2015-02-14 08:29 am (UTC)(link)
( translate smamslate, the first had been unintelligible and the second demand had been infuriating, excuse her while she doesn't cooperate.

the other woman releases her, and despite her limbs and head screaming protests, there's enough adrenaline from the attack in her system for katniss to make herself roll over suddenly and sharply, perched up on her elbows and kicking at the floor until she's scooted a good two feet away from lexa and her dismissiveness.

glowering — )
You could have just asked. ( without shoving me on the floor. )
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[personal profile] ivolunteer 2015-02-14 08:46 am (UTC)(link)
( her face is wet, with tears, she thinks, and ducks her face to wipe on his shoulder briefly while he speaks. maybe part of the friction is supposed to be comforting too, look i'm not dead i'm not hurt i'm right here, but mostly it's just so he doesn't see her cry. though the way her voice cracks when she tries to speak again is sort of a dead give away too.

where were you, what happened... well, peeta, let her tell you — )


Haymitch lied.
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that's okay my inbox hates me too sorry!

[personal profile] larker 2015-02-14 01:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[Gabriel can't help the grin on his face when the kid starts to check the chair, not at all making a move as he lounges against the wall. Really now, maybe he shouldn't be giving this one so much shit for faking it when he won't be throwing his own name out there any time soon.

The archangel tilts his head to one side, looking to the rest of the world like he's watching someone with a fond expression. In reality he's keeping a close eye on the nogitsune, looking for anything that would give the other's species or identity away.]


Telekinesis. Easy peasy.
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[personal profile] taurohtar 2015-02-14 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hunting, she understands. Before she was banished by her king and sent wandering all of Middle Earth alone in her grief, Tauriel had been an accomplished hunter, and would often accompany the elves whose sole occupation it was so fetch food for their king's table on the hunt.

She nods, idly wishing for her bow and arrows again. They are like a missing limb long healed; it does not cause her pain that they are gone, but she can almost feel them there still.]


I am sorry to hear that. It seems we are all plucked from our lives with no warning, then.
villainously: ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ (10)

no worries!

[personal profile] villainously 2015-02-14 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he's run into a few mad sorts in his lifetime, which makes him more accepting of the more eclectic. though perhaps this girl is verging a little past that. so he's not as bothered by it as some might have been. Captain Hook is really not the right person to hold a little fantastical personality against someone. he's from a world of mystical fairytale characters, they're all a bit off.

still, he's sure as shit not going to join her in the box of certain doom, as she tries to bounce and send it crashing down. no, he'll stay right here in the hall in relative safety, thank you. he looks a little concerned, but he won't stop her. all her bouncing and pestering and attacking of buttons gets her nowhere... unsurprisingly.

she wanders back out again and he lifts a brow at the sounds of her suitcase. she seems more and more like a jester the more he watches. ]


I've asked around, love. And it's Killian, thank you.
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[personal profile] dislocked 2015-02-14 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's not on either side; not on SHIELD's, not on HYDRA's, he knows what they're capable of, how easily corrupted SHIELD can be. Bucky doesn't need to pick a side when he ferociously distrusts one and viciously detests the other; they make no discernible difference to him. ]

I don't care about SHIELD.

[ There we go. Bucky's eyes are dark, unforgiving as he steps forward. He's not here to make friends, and the mention of SHIELD has his hackles up. ] In the end, you're both not so different.

[ He tilts his head, briefly. Contemplating. ] Why are you so loyal?
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[personal profile] withbread 2015-02-14 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he doesn't mind the tears or her wiping his face on his shoulder. his hands rub up and down her back in a soothing way, reminding the both of them that they're here and they're all right.

his brow furrows at her comment. No Haymitch hadn't lied. ]


He got you out safely, Katniss. That's what he'd promised me.

[ Busted. Yup, Haymitch had made him promises as well. ]
trepidations: (dark ¬ to defeat the huns)

[personal profile] trepidations 2015-02-14 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
... I'm not exactly poor. [ This guy -- some people are a bit ridiculous, really. ]

We're stuck here, anyway, it isn't like it matters. Not like money's gonna get us out of this place.

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