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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.
trepidations: (gray ¬ oh shi-)

[personal profile] trepidations 2015-02-04 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, isn't this just like Hogwarts all over again? He staggers back from the strange boy and blinks, red faced and overwhelmed ]

W-what? Who are you? I don't even know where I'm supposed to be going.

[ Hopefully not some new death eater recruit, because as far as Peter knows, his wand is lost somewhere in this place and he's never been much of a fist fighter. ]
villainously: ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ (ouat312hd-1490)

damnit moms with their eagle eyes!

[personal profile] villainously 2015-02-04 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ he's not really in the mood for Regina Mills at the moment. honestly, when is he in the mood for Regina Mills? well, there was a moment in the Enchanted Forest where their interests aligned and well things all sort of went downhill after that drink, and mostly because he turned on her to save his sorry hide.

water under the bridge, right?

he considers ignoring her but the queen has a tendency to break doors down when they don't open, and he'd rather not turn this room that is supposedly his into an open-air space. he moves to the door to open it, expression fairly grim. ]
Your majesty, if I had an idea of how to get out, don't you suppose I would have mentioned?

[ he still steps aside for her to enter. don't mind the mess, he's still making sense of his environment. who cares if his section of the cage is a little mussed right now? ]
greenies: (so paint it black)

[personal profile] greenies 2015-02-04 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ who does he think he is, are you kidding?! thomas is so beyond freaked out it's not even funny. the panic in his chest is screaming WICKED WICKED WICKED WICKED, and he can only imagine what they're trying to do them now.

thomas tenses, a little more, his face falling into a deep frown. ]
My name is Thomas. You're the ones who gave it to me. Where the hell is this, is this supposed to be some kind of other trial?

[ not...you....exactly, derek. thomas is going to exacerbate this entire thing with his paranoia, probably. ]
trepidations: (gray ¬ you're going to make me do this)

[personal profile] trepidations 2015-02-04 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
I... I think they're made with cameras and computers? I mean, I don't know how they really work. They use mirrors and... lenses and... yeah.

[ Woops, talking to a pretty, but old fashioned, woman was probably not the best tactic upon arrival. She looks as though she's walked right out of the Renaissance or the middle ages-- basically, like the Hogwarts ghosts. ]

It's just a... a flat copy of real life, I guess. Well. I mean that guy's wearing a lot of costumes? Er.
trepidations: (pic#8709763)

[personal profile] trepidations 2015-02-04 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, he's definitely feeling better once the knife is put away and he lets out a breath he had not known he was holding. ]

You're the leader of this place? [ Sorry if he sort of gapes, because he's expecting to find death eaters or some other of Voldemort's allies. The Real Leader just sounds like something Prongs called himself after too many games of exploding snap and pints of fire whisky. ]

I'm... I'm Peter Pettigrew. If you're the leader then... why are we here?
algidity: ((/) Wut)

Hallway »

[personal profile] algidity 2015-02-04 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ Isaac was about as confused as everyone else - if not more so. One moment he'd been in the jail feeling the pull of the full moon and an oncoming panic attack and the next he'd been literally dropped in this place with no one in sight at first...

He had every intention of trying to find Scott or Derek when he heard a somewhat familiar voice call out. The curly haired teen turns to look at who was calling out to presumably him? Or perhaps she'd seen someone else? Either way, it was Isaac who was turning around to answer her.
]

Uh? Yeah?

[ There's no recognition on his face, and hardly a reaction as he fumbles with the key between his hands, trying and failing to make sense of the situation. But he... knows her... Or at least of her... They go to the same school, he's seen her before. She was one of Lydia's newer friends... he thinks. ]

I'm sorry, I don't know what's going on...
oceanborne: (pic#6964955)

[personal profile] oceanborne 2015-02-04 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
Hm. I guess not. [ Safer to agree for now, until she knows more about him and about their surroundings. Never mind that for as terrifying as this is, it is better than where she came from. There are no Peacekeepers here, no "questioning" about her knowledge of Finnick and the rebellion, no... no anything, really.

She tenses minutely when he leans against the wall next to her, though the gaze she sweeps across the other people is apparently calm. After a moment's search, she shakes her head. ]
No. Nobody I know. [ And she hopes it stays that way, that they all stay safe and far away from this. ] Have you had any luck finding your people?
totheright: (crap)

[personal profile] totheright 2015-02-04 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
You were moving. Wherever you were going while moving, you could've watched yourself while you were doing it. ((The way Kaoru talks when he's defensive is just like his twin brother's - loud, sarcastic, and dismissive.

But he isn't a mannerless heathen, so he'll reply-))
I'm Kaoru Hitachiin. ((And he won't ask what this guy's name is, because he's not really sure he actually wants to know.)) Have you been brought here too?
oceanborne: (pic#6964959)

[personal profile] oceanborne 2015-02-04 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Luckily for the both of them, Annie's long-ago training has her reflexes kicking in and propelling her backwards before she's consciously aware of moving. She ends up landing on her suitcase with a heavy thump, staring wide-eyed at the boy who spoke. ]

Nobody knows? Somebody has to know. How did we get here?

[ Sorry, new person, you've been officially nominated to answer Annie's questions. The way he pinks up when he looks at her confuses Annie momentarily. Decency is the last thing on her mind -- the sheet's still wrapped around her, it'll do, there are so much more important things to be concerned with. ]
1_truth: (Default)

[personal profile] 1_truth 2015-02-04 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ Is it possible to delusional and practical? He watches her try and pick the lock and can tell just by her movements that this is the first time she's attempting this. Petty crime like break ins are probably below her. He'd guess white collar crimes or something perhaps more sinister but with no evidence to support it he'll just left her try and figure out the art of lock picking on her own and worry about his own profiling later. ]

No, I had a nightmare I was falling and I woke up here. [ And unfortunately, aside from the obvious kidnapping he really doesn't know what's going on. It's uncomfortable and he hates it. ]
kirking: (yo scotty u drunk)

[personal profile] kirking 2015-02-04 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
(arrival)
    [Well.

    He wishes this was the weirdest hangover he's ever woken up from but it's really not. Wake in a strange place in a room he doesn't recognize? Check. Been there, done that. Hadn't done it in a while and he didn't remember drinking last night but then if he remembered it, maybe he wouldn't be here in the first place.

    Actually a strange hangover because his head isn't pounding, it's just fuzzy and his side hurts like he dropped ten feet on it and okay. Enough of this, getting up off the floor and going to figure out where he is and where the Enterprise is and listen to Bones complain about his life choices and other things.

    Good. Great plan. Go team go.

    Kirk groans as he pushes himself up, patting down his pants pockets once he's up. At least he's got his communicator. Pressing the heel of his free hand to his eye and wandering towards the door at the same time, he flips it open. It doesn't chirp back like it usually does, but that doesn't register to him immediately.]


    Scotty. [Nothing. Have an eyeroll, chief engineer that isn't here. Anyone who sees him on the second floor right now will see a man in a gold shirt that clashes with his blond hair talking to himself basically.] Mister Scott. Spock? Sulu? For God's sake, come in. Get me out of here. Beam me up. Let's go.


(lobby/other)
    [Turns out-- his communicator is totally fucked. So he actually is stranded in an old hotel. Kirk assumes he can't have gotten that far from the crew and focuses his attempts at getting out of this place.

    So you know. Rattling door knobs and trying to force open windows and they are all locked and this is awful and confusing and help.]
engender: (scene found)

↣ MAIN LOBBY, aka Brandon plays with time and people's arrival points

[personal profile] engender 2015-02-04 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ Later on in Derek's first day - honestly, it might be light, the dark patter of rain is a terrible measure of time - Derek stands by the fire. He has a brief conversation with a blonde he doesn't recognize. (He's actually spoken to two blondes, today. So far.) The Hello?, hello behind him sound's irritated, something he's not surprised about. Somebody will come to talk to her. They'll help, they'll try and fail to answer the questions she has. His senses might be dulled but he can hear her climb the desk a few feet away.

At least for entertainment purposes, he looks back toward the desk, freezing in place.

There's no mistaking it. Allison Argent is rifling through the lobby's desk drawer. ]


That's not possible. [ He knows anything is possible. But, what this indicates, could indicate is nothing short of catastrophic. Allison wasn't bitten when she'd died. She was stabbed. He may not be an Oni expert, but somebody doesn't become an Oni from being stabbed by one.

That, and she's been gone for weeks. She was buried. There was a funeral.

She closes the drawer with a huff.

First, he takes out his tablet, scrolling to find Scott's name, quickly sending him a text. That's his duty. He'd told Scott about Thomas-not-Stiles. What are the odds this is Allison? The hair is similar - probably the same - but he's second guessing himself. He can't pick up on her scent, not with certainty. He's not close enough. ]
trepidations: (dark ¬ hurt)

[personal profile] trepidations 2015-02-04 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
Whoa, are you okay?

[ Because he's not sure how she moved so quickly, but one moment she's there and the next she's unceremoniously propped herself on a suitcase. Out of habit, he offers her a hand up. ]

I haven't met anyone yet who... who knows, though. I just -- I fell down and... I was here.

[ Which is only partially true. He was only midway through being blasted to the floor by a death eater, but it's all the same. ]
loyals: (⫘ sσɴɢs σғ ᴅєsᴘєʀαᴛɪσɴ)

[personal profile] loyals 2015-02-04 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I've talked to some people. But, no one... [ Scott makes an aborted gesture. Pack, Beacon Hills, take your pick. He's going to go out looking again once his heart calms down and he can focus his weakened senses better.

His eyes fall to where Derek has stowed the gun - that's so surreal, still - but he looks back up at the other werewolf. Someone who looks like Stiles?
] He's... Not like the nogitsune, is he? Could you catch anything about his scent?

[ Also asking if Derek feels as different as he does without asking it, but he does at least crack a little smile for a second. Alpha pride, maybe, until he's asked if he's okay. Eyeing the suitcase, Scott brings it over and inserts the date again to reopen it, showing him the contents. ]
totheright: (consoling)

[personal profile] totheright 2015-02-04 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
((He lets out a sigh, shoulders slumping a little as he looks down at his feet.)) No. I'm sure they're... around. Somewhere. Just... not here, I guess.

It doesn't matter. I'll find them some time. They'll get here. ((They just have to. He shakes his head, then turns back to her.)) I'm Kaoru. It's a pleasure to meet you. What's your name?
kirking: (at least you seem normal old spork)

lobby

[personal profile] kirking 2015-02-04 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Cool the crazy lady eyes, holy shit.]

Uh--

[Kirk seems to get his wits back about him and moving like he's expecting an attack from a rabid dog, pries her hand off his arm.]

What's a gloss?
engender: (hangs guiltily)

[personal profile] engender 2015-02-04 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
Nothing familiar, nothing -- [ He's not going to hold this back, not from Scott. ] My senses, they're - dulled. I have to be standing right in front of a person and even then... [ Here, right now, Scott's scent is both familiar and distinctive - as is his nervousness. His heart however, remains a distant thumping. Normally, they thump within Derek's mind like he has headphones on, like he's listening to them.

Derek waits, joining Scott by the suitcase. It's unlike waiting for the film in the screening room to end - there's more tension in the moment. The lid lifts - and Derek shuts it this time.

He's reminded of what he'd been told happened. What Peter's plan had been. What happened to Scott. It's not long ago, not even, that he was a part of the group traveling to rescue him. ]
Scott, I'm sorry -- [ He looks down, before meeting Scott's eyes. Derek doesn't back away from emotions, anymore. ] I should've - known. I should've done something.
engender: (beaten down)

[personal profile] engender 2015-02-04 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ he brings his hands down, at least convinced for the moment that this isn't stiles. ]

I'm sorry. [ but, he's not going to abandon this person who resembles stiles. ] I don't know where we are either, you look like somebody I know. What do you mean, 'you're the ones,' [ he asks, curiously ] Who do you think I am?
arms: (ғιʟʟєᴅ ιᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴡιᴛʜ ɴᴏᴠᴏᴄαιɴє)

[personal profile] arms 2015-02-04 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ Looking up at the voice, Minho picks up one of the errant pens on the reception desk. It's not much, but it is something. He can use it to make notes about what he finds, maybe make a rudimentary map. He can also use it as a makeshift weapon, because he's not against getting up close and personal with anyone that might try anything with him.

Right now, that doesn't seem to be a problem.
]

There's a door that leads outside, but judging how the floor is laid out, it's probably an enclosed space like a courtyard or something. S'one of those locked doors, though.

[ Looking over the desk again, he tries to find a notepad or something, giving up on anything with any actual information at this point. Nothing is going to open, no matter how hard he tries. ] Wouldn't shock me if the windows were reinforced, on top of it all. Just waiting for some poor shank to try and throw a chair or something at one.
64th: (Stop. each sentence is getting sadder.)

[personal profile] 64th 2015-02-04 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ it is dramatic, thank you. Cashmere tends to commit to whatever emotions she's feeling 150%, which has lead to more than a few accusations of dramatics in her life. his read on her is a good one. it's that she hates kids - she's just used to being tough on them. coddling never did anyone any favors. ]

No exits, no entrances, no food. Or weapons, for that matter. [ his little bit of pseudo-optimism gets an eyeroll. ] I don't make a habit of losing, but the odds are not in our favor.
kirking: (hey what are you guys doing)

later

[personal profile] kirking 2015-02-04 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Kirk doesn't open the door strictly on purpose. Yes, he's going around trying and testing all the doors and windows and potential exits that he can. And the door is unlocked so of course he's going to open it but he's not looking for the man he finds inside. Just a happen coincidence, or something.]

Oh. Sorry.
64th: (that wasnt an invitation to keep talking)

[personal profile] 64th 2015-02-04 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ she's been keeping an eye on the door, but Annie catches her with her head down, trying to rip apart the lining of her suitcase. Cashmere isn't sure what she's looking for, but she'll know it when she sees it. her head snaps up at the sound of a familiar voice. ]

Annie?

[ she's suspicious, but only for a few moments before relief washes over her. she isn't alone. the hotel is strange, and unsettling, and they probably can't trust anyone, but at least she isn't alone. Cashmere forgets the suitcase and hurries across the room to throw her arms around Annie in a hug. a little more affectionate than she'd normally be - but with good reason. ] Nothing worth tearing my room apart for. Yet. [ she gets a better look at Annie, wrinkling her nose in confusion. ] What are you wearing?
1_truth: (pic#4612013)

[personal profile] 1_truth 2015-02-04 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ (Paranoid?) He'd have rolled his eyes but at the moment he's a little too focused on what she'd said. It was a little too early to call the 'no food' thing wasn't it? He certainly hadn't managed to yet explore the entirety of the hotel but give it time. ]

It's simple reasoning. If we got in here there's an entrance. And if there's an entrance there's an exit. Besides, we don't know if there's no food-we just know we haven't seen any yet. [ But. Even if they did he wouldn't trust it. Only idiots trust food they just happen to come across. ]
64th: (do not sing into his shell!)

[personal profile] 64th 2015-02-04 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's a staring contest while she tries to decide if he's worth trusting. or at the very least bringing down her intensity a few dozen notches. he could have shoved her off, but didn't. if he was going to attack her he's missing a good opportunity to do so. in the interest of not being a complete psychopath, she lets go, but doesn't move back. ]

Somebody knows. [ she's wrong on that, but she won't believe it until she's interrogated every single person she finds. ] Who the hell are you? How long have you been here? [ as though she wasn't the one who ran up, got into his space and asked him questions with no context. ] Who's in charge?
loyals: (ɪ ᴡσɴᴅєʀ)

[personal profile] loyals 2015-02-04 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
Mine are, too. [ Is it bad that he's grateful he's not alone? But after two years, Scott has grown used to depending on his senses. Has accepted that he's a werewolf. This is his place in life, but now, part of it has been taken away from him. It's difficult to come to terms with, something he reflects on now as ironic. Hadn't he wanted to get rid of his lycanthropy before? ] I can catch a scent if I'm right on top of it, but it's weak. We're not fully human, for sure, but it's still... It's halved.

[ His fingers tap nervously on the lid of the suitcase, both before he opens it and after Derek closes it. But as it's shut, he scrambles the numbers on the lock, to make sure it can't be opened by anyone that doesn't know the combination. He's just glad there isn't anything else in it. Means they can do something with it, like hide it somewhere. ]

It's not like any of us knew it'd happen, Derek. I mean, we haven't trusted Peter despite whatever "help" he's offered, and we've always known he's been up to something, but we couldn't have ever known that... That Kate would come back, that he'd work with her. And we came out of it okay - like, really okay, considering you died for a while there. Because you came to help me.

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