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

[technologist]

[ Yeah it was like a one in a million chance anyway, let's be real. It's obvious she doesn't follow, so direct approach it is. He sounds a little unsure, though that's mostly because he's not sure he wants the "coming back from the dead" thing to be a pattern. ]

Dead.

[engender]

So is being here altogether. [ But, he knows. ] It's her. She doesn't know. [ Everything is implied in those three words, immediately passing the obligation baton to her (and to Scott). He fully believes it wasn't (and isn't) his place to tell Allison what happens to her. ]

[trepidations]

I guess so. Though I don't think I'd want to go meeting the staff of a place like this. No way of telling what they'll be or... or what they'll do. As if they've not already done enough, really.

[ It's frustrating and a little unnerving. How are they supposed to get any real rest in a place like this? How are they supposed to get out? ]

[amplified]

( though she's not entirely sure what that means, she's guessing it's some sort of eating competition that makes people famous where he's from. regardless, she's never heard of the girl. or this particular competition. )

What is that? An eating contest or something?

[pajarita]

[was she dead. what sort of question is that? of course she wasn't dead, the dead don't come back to life and she would've remembered a gruesome pain. because if she ever goes, she imagines it'll be in all the pain.]

I don't know. [pause.] Why, were you?

[amplified]

( lydia immediately sits. she just sits, hard, on the side of her bed and stares ahead with a look of pained shock fixed on her face. ) Oh my god.

[amplified]

No. It -- it was a form of mind control. Or, sometimes, I'll just wake up from a dream in the middle of the place in the dream, like I walked there. ( she won't mention that it usually involves dead bodies. )

[amplified]

Oh. ( well that poses a problem. ) I've read a lot of medial textbooks and I'm very good with chemistry, if push comes to shove. But I've never had any experience with setting bones, or suturing... ( she makes a disgusted face ) wounds... You know. The actual part that involves poking flesh.

[pajarita]

Chemistry makes us good at making bombs, not stitching people up. [there, have that subtle little jewel dropped into your lap, murmured pensively to herself.]

[withbread]

[ She...is so very wrong. ]

No. [ He's giving her the strangest look, almost offended. ]

No. It's an arena. They throw twenty-four kids in and tell them to fight to the death.

[ He's obviously not kidding. ]

[engender]

Are you okay?

[totheright]

… do you need meds for that? I know a doctor who could probably prescribe you something for the sleep-walking. ((He’s not even going to touch the mind control thing with a ten foot pole. Obviously, this girl’s got a few screws loose – even though she doesn’t really look like it.))

I mean- I guess I can’t get in touch with him here, but whenever we do get back outside?

[technologist]

I don't... think so.

[ That actually requires more thought than he was expecting, and his brow furrows in bemusement on the pause. The last thing he remembers is a temple falling to pieces around them, so. ]

But I could've been.

[ He doesn't sound incredibly bothered by that. It's a little deadpan, if anything. ]

You don't know— does that mean you could've been, too?

[pajarita]

Yeah, I guess. [not thrilled about it. not okay with it. she dies, then what happens to finn? and clarke and bellamy? (eh, murphy, whatever.) it leaves a sour taste on her tongue to think of it.]

Not the sort of afterlife I imagined, to be honest.

[technologist]

[ His silence is as good as agreement, and he looks a bit sorry for the suggestion as he lets his gaze wander over the broken lift. Not the sort of afterlife he imagined, either. ]

It's... there was this man, back home. He'd died, but it wasn't really... he'd slipped into another dimension. Except he wasn't ready to go, so he sort of— lingered.

[ Which probably sounds like a very, very random story. He pauses, then looks back to her and clarifies. ]

Maybe this is like that. Just something in between.

[pajarita]

[maybe. she doesn't say that, instead something different entirely:] Well -- I'm not ready to go. So maybe I'll follow in that man's footsteps.

[technologist]

[ ... which made him go insane, frankly, but the thought behind it registers, and her stubborn response prompts an impressed (if slightly shy, and awkward) smile. ]

( ooc: this is the lamest tag BUT DO YOU WANT TO WRAP THIS and say companionable attempt at fixing lift fails, part ways ?? I'm ok with continuing it also if you think the convo hasn't run its course! )