checkingout | sit yourself down, and meet the best inn keeper in town ( O P E N )

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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.

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[Gabriel is checking out his room when he gets an unexpected, unannounced visitor. The room seemed normal enough though someone had the foresight to try and be funny, leaving ten copies of the bible around the room in random places. The archangel isn't sure if he's amused by that one or not, hands on his hips and head tilted as mulls over the predicament that he's now in.

Despite how quietly the Nogitsune nudges the door, Gabriel still hears it, eyes flicking over briefly to the entrance of his room and spotting someone looking in. A visitor already. They sure didn't look like staff and Gabriel knows not to be expecting any kind of room service from that one. Instead of just saying hello or extending the hand of friendship, Gabriel merely picks up one of the bibles and giving the being a big grin.]

Hello friend, you're just in time for the sale of the century. Pristine first edition King James bible and all yours for nine hundred and ninety nine, ninety nine. You look like a religious fella and I refuse to let you leave without one of these babies.

Evidently. [she points how to the screen, where the film has looped.] How it's doing that, I don't know yet. [probably some dumb overly complicated engineering.]

[The Nogitsune slowly raises a brow in a gesture it learned from its previous host to express disbelief. It looks behind it and back to Gabriel with a small frown.]

King James? Who is that?

[None of its previous hosts had been particularly religious, and being a spirit, the Nogitsune isn't either. Despite that, this bible thing might be something it could beat a werewolf senseless with. It surely looks thick enough.]

What does it do?

[Granted, the Nogitsune doesn't have nine hundred-ninety nine of anything, but it can ask, right? Right!]

[rome? rome rome? jesus, how does that add up at all? with the apocalypse here and past, there's no way the survivors got the time and materials and skills to build a boat and cross the ocean again (and take their crazies with). unless they did, and maybe europeans are more efficient than they were in the ark.

it's still -- weird. weird.]

I'm not of one. [she thinks. no, likely not; mama reyes stuck to mecha station and mecha station was mostly brazil.] I'm from the Ark? [does that ring a bell?]

He was a king. Called James, funny enough.

[Gabriel is already taking a good look at the other as he's talking, wondering just what the deal is with that one. That's got to be more than just a rough day. He's going to have to do this the old fashioned way though, the angel grabbing a nearby chair and pulling it over. If the nogitsune had any sense it would probably start being nervous at that grin on Gabriel's face.]

Well gosh, don't be shy! Come on in and take a look. I mean if I told you what was in the book that'd be a big, fat spoiler now wouldn't it? I could tell you that millions follow what's written in there. Can't go any lower than nine fifty though so try not to drive too hard a bargain, my heart can't take it.

[ Conan's easily missed as he's sitting behind the front desk and trying to get one of the drawers open in his obsessive hunt for the hotel log book. There had to be something, didn't there? Hotel's name-past guests-something he can use. However it's seeming more and more like the log book isn't here. And where was the staff? It struck him as odd but also fortuitous as it allowed him to do a little bit of sneaking around. ]

[ The sound of foot steps cause him to freeze his mind working fast to identify them (male-casual. dress shoes always had a different sound and female footfalls tended to be lighter-depending on the weight of the woman) They're coming closer. They can't possible know he's here he has moved since-oh. ]

[ The insistent dinging just gets an irritated sigh before Conan hops up, arms catching on the desk so he can dangle off the other side. ]

You've seen your room? I haven't gotten that far. [ He climbs the rest of the way up onto the desk to get a better look at the other, all the while keeping an innocent look on his face. ]

[When hands appear on the edge of the desk, Gabriel can't help but glance over, inherently curious as to what's going to happen next. That's one of the fun things about humanity that they can hold over most angels; the absolute free will that means they can do anything random at any time. This is one such occasion and Gabriel can't help but grin as he peers down at the kid that's now on the desk. He hadn't expected that. The bell gets a few more rings before Gabriel opts to quit it, more interested in what he's seeing than winding up the non-existent hotel staff.]

Not yet. This place doesn't look like the kind that would have mints on the pillows to begin with. Or they'd be the kind that you don't notice until the next morning when it's stuck to the side of your face. [Speaking of faces, Gabriel squints, wondering what this kid's deal even is before mentally shrugging. His powers in this hotel are dampened to Hell and back, and if the short one is hiding something then Gabriel isn't able to pick up on it right away. Doesn't mean he can't be suspicious, the archangel leaning on an elbow as if this whole thing is an every day occurrence.] You're the shortest hotel staff member I've seen in ages. And the worst if you haven't even gotten to the rooms yet. Tsk, tsk.

[ He seems to have encountered an error with his first cursory scan of the man and opts and read him again. Nothing seems to really add up-he seems to come across as casual and choice of clothes seem to support this-middle class most likely but something is off-the way he hold himself? His reaction to the current circumstances? Casual. Too casual for a man most likely kidnapped-His eyes narrow slightly as he tries to piece things together but he's still missing parts of the frame to put the full puzzle together. ]

I'm not staff. [ He responds sounding like an amused seven year old if a little uncomfortable as he'd never really been good with jokes. ] I'm a detective.

I was looking for the log book but I can't find it.

Log book hm?

[Gabriel takes a quick glance around before shrugging. No sign of it, but then there are quite a few things missing that he's already noticed. There's windows but no main door for starters and that's the kicker. Whomever had made this place wasn't intending on anyone leaving and Gabriel doubts a logbook would help so much with that.

He drums fingers on the surface of the table, looking to most like an automatic thing where in reality he's testing out the texture. Everything feels spot on and if Gabriel were a lesser person he'd be jealous at the quality of the set up.]

Can't see it. Let's be real here, if they don't want you to find it, you're not going to find it, kid.

I already tried that, it doesn't work-the windows won't open.

[ Conan might have stood back and watched the other struggle with the window for a moment. This certainly answered his earlier question of if he was just too weak to open the window on his own or if it really just wouldn't open. He feels a little better, at least. ]

But it's raining anyway. Even if you did get out you'd probably catch a cold. [ He offers with a small shrug. ] Have you seen a Japanese girl about seventeen with brown hair and blue eyes?

( was she alright? if she had been before, after a practically nuclear fallout in the lobby with the only friend she had — had had, probably past tense by now — here, she certainly wasn't now. clarke'll probably be crying on and off again for a few more hours, but for now her face is (mostly) dry. and while she looks incredibly put upon and sad, she has the good grace to look embarrassed on top of it.

she looks from the key card in her (less bloody, but still unwashed, bloody, and grimy) hand and to the face of the man whose room she had been attempting to break into. )

Oh, I'm — sorry, I wasn't paying attention.

( If she is more outdated than the panelling upon the walls, then he is surely comparable to an ancient foundation which has long since crumbled to a pile of dust. The manner of his arrival is equally jarring, for the air has been smacked clean out of his lungs, leaving him on all fours upon the floor, chest heaving as he fights to regain the oxygen he has lost. And on top of that, the sheer bulk of him colliding with the used, unkempt carpeting kicks up more than enough dust to make him sneeze. Loudly.

He gains his feet quickly, turning around swiftly in confusion. Where are his weapons? His parents, little brothers and stepmother? Any sign of his village is gone, as not even the blood of King Horik or his people can be found. Björn has surely been knocked unconscious without having realized it, or taken hostage by remnants of Horik's forces. Who else would be behind it? Where else would he be? How else would he be here and not with his family, where he belongs?

Eyes narrowing, Björn releases a low growl. No. He trusts nothing, either. This is no realm of the Gods. Not even Hel. All the questions he has seem unanswerable, and yet he knows one thing: whomever has brought him here will pay.

Such is his goal as he shoves forward at the door, and then kicks it open. Who cares about knobs when one is irate? Not Björn. However, the sting of his ire lessens when he takes in the hall, and all the other confused souls within. I am not the only one. It could be one of Loki's tricks. He shouldn't trust anything. Yet the confusion in the eyes of one woman in particular strikes him as terribly real, and he finds himself moved to help her, to take on the role of protector where she has none to champion her. Moving forward, he bows to her simply, and smiles at her when she addresses him.

Right away, he is impressed: she speaks the tongue of his people. Or so he interprets it to his ears, anyway. ) I'm afraid I can't, lady. But I can help you.

Perhaps together we can discover where we are, and who has brought us here. They will pay for this.

[ He'd immediately noticed the lack of a main entrance as well. The whole set up was creepy-even to him and he doesn't usually scare easy. He'll chalk it up to the stress of black organisation and suddenly finding himself kidnapped again. He tries not to let the comment irk him too much-he's a famous detective thank you very much, there's nothing that he can't find. ]

[ It's the stress he tells himself again. This is probably just some kind of stupid dream. ]

I thought it might tell me if my family was here since I haven't seen them but I guess not.

I was also trying to find some kind of address for this place since I'm pretty sure it's not Tokyo.

You really think someone who can drag people here without them knowing it is really going to leave something like that lying around?

[Even Gabriel is skeptical. Anyone who has the power to drag archangels into the mix without their consent is way up the totem pole so to speak. Not that he'll be mentioning that out loud. And where some would want their families around Gabriel knows he's blessed his own aren't.]

And doesn't look like Tokyo or the US or anywhere. But then again can't see anything for the rain out there so we would never know. Pretty sure I saw a film that started like this once, that didn't end well for the guys in it.

I've seen several. [ Mostly Mystery-thriller because he can never get enough murder mysteries. They keep his mind active and when his mind is active it's much less likely to start tearing itself to shreds. ]

And you're underestimating how arrogant some people can be. I live at a detective agency so I've seen all kinds.

[ He won't go into detail but he's seen criminals intentionally leave hints because they thought they were better or to mislead the investigation. Meanwhile, he'd really like to know what's in those locked drawers. Would it be at all possible to take the back of the desk off? That should give him access to those drawers. ]

[ There's no doubt there that Derek will figure something out about this, not when he's the born wolf that's been through so much. He's been alpha, beta, omega. He's been human, he's had his abilities dampened. He's been a full wolf. Scott believes that if anyone can adjust to this, get the best out of an awful situation, it'll be Derek. And he'll pass that knowledge down, and they'll do everything they can to find the stupid exit. Get back to their pack. ]

That's weird. [ Stiles would have a field day with that information, though. He's had his theories about Derek and his fondness for leather for ages, now. ] Whoever's behind this definitely isn't funny.

[ He looks down at the top of the suitcase. ] Do you think it'd be safe to put it under there?

[As Kirk is walking around trying to force open the windows, Gabriel is sat on a table nearby, arms folded and expression vaguely amused as he watches the guy doing his best to escape. He knows there's no way out, but who is Gabriel to tell other people that when he can sit and watch them try anyway?

Well okay, the archangel reckons he could drop a hint.]

Hey you. I heard if you try a window and it doesn't open, try again harder and it will.

SCREENING ROOM

[ Bucky can be found here a lot later, having conducted his own prying, choosing to avoid others as he studies his new surroundings and adjusts, adapts, and watches the collective confusion of the newcomers. He comes to a few truths: that they are rabbits in a trap, and not one amongst them seems likely to have the answer. That Steve Rogers is here, and this hotel is too small for them both.

He'd locked the door to his hotel room, had set up an easy giveaway in case it'd been broken into, and he wanders the corridors before slipping into the screening room and staying, his attention caught by the silent movie -- this was already old in his youth, but this music is familiar, piercing, and he stands quietly by the coffee dispenser, unable to not be drawn to the words on the screen, the overacting of actors who've long turned to dust.

Bucky distantly remembers younger days, simpler days that weren't easy; and a smaller, scrappier blond boy with blood on his teeth and mud between his fingers. Back then, monsters were creations of the silver screen, brought to life only through collective imagination and the lenses of a camera, and identified through the crescendo of an eerie orchestra.

They know better, now.

He takes a seat, right at the back. ]

[He is not what she is expecting. His dress and demeanor is intimidating, the anger radiating from him. But she can imagine his reaction being something akin to how Cesare would feel, being trapped in such a place. This man does not have her brother's grace, though the way he addresses her is civil and gallant.

His look is northern, but not from a place she could pinpoint offhand. His clothes speak of cold though, something Lucrezia does not know from the warmth of Italy. Her demeanor eases when he seems to offer his aid.]

Would I have the name of my protector then? [She eyes him, knowing he cannot be too much older than her.] Perhaps we can find them together.

Who did it? Was it Jorge? [ god, it better not have been jorge. thomas thought that maybe he and minho had reached some sort of weird, unsteady peace--thomas got why minho didn't like him, but come on. they only have so many allies, min. reaching up, he grabs his chin and moves his face so he can see the extent of the damage, and thomas's heart wrenches, with a mix of something of worry for his best, closest friend and rage at WICKED and everything they've done.

some of his intensity wears off when he mentions the scorch, though. thomas blinks and takes a step back. ]

What? No, they just picked me up out of the Scorch. On the berg--I thought I was never gonna see you guys again.

WICKED, yeah. Everyone knows them. [ although, looking at this princess woman, thomas wouldn't be surprised if she didn't. or...if she did, maybe they were different in her part of the world. who knew? it's WICKED. they're unpredictable.

he rubs his thumb over the doll again, shaking his head. ] World in Catastrophe Killzone Education Department, if you want to believe they're trying to educate people.

I have no idea. [ thomas says so, frankly, because he really doesn't have any idea. wherever WICKED kidnapped him to this time, he's got no clue. slowly, he takes a step back and lowers his shoulders, intense, semi-terrifying posture falling back into a more normal register. ] And I'm not really the leader of this place--it's complicated.

[ he was just the leader back home. ] Where did you come from, Peter?

Unless it's some kind of group of cranks up in the mountains, no. [ listen don't make fun of the glader slang okay, it's great. thomas is just about going to burst with curiosity, now--he feels like he needs a piece of duct tape to put over his mouth to stop himself from asking about four hundred questions. ]

Who are you?

That's...what they are. [gives you a look like can you not tell from the name? it's pretty shucking simple.]

Who're you? You're not from the Ark or the Delinquents.

You're working with WICKED, right? [ thomas doesn't trust adults, if that hasn't been made super clear yet. his hand's still at his harness, fingers curled around the small knife resting in the leather. ] Why else would you be here?

[ there's a beat. ] Sorry about your friend.

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