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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[ oh, well, maybe he does know them then. are they diseased zombies living up in the mountains? maybe she's just from a different part of the world or something.

finally, something normal. (since when are cranks normal.) ] I asked you first-- [ thomas don't be a child. ] but, I'm Thomas. What's the ark?

[ he's imagining a boat. ]

[wow, you are...incredibly bad at intimidation, aren't you?] Thomas. [also yes they are diseased apparently. and pale? but does that make them zombies, well who knows. not raven, ask clarke.

she looks down at her feet at this point and spots the luggage. leaning her weight on her left leg -- brace doesn't even creak anymore and that's because she fixed it, thanks wick -- she pokes it with the tip of her right boot.]

Big spaceship holding what was left of the Earth's population. Or it was, at least. [she glances up at him.] I'm guessing you're not Grounder either or you'd have cut me.

[After having scoped out her room, leaving no corner unexplored, Tauriel had started to venture back through the inn — hotel, she overheard one of the other people say; this is a hotel, whatever that means — in an attempt to discover what, exactly was going on. She has been leery of interacting too much with the others, and it seems most of them are leery of her as well. Nobody has made eye contact with her, and something has been preventing her from reaching out and attempting to speak to them, so they scuttle around her and leave her alone.

Her lonely rambling has lead her down a corridor as empty and eerie as any of the others, and it is only when she is wandering down this new hallway that she begins to hear music. Intrigued, she follows the noise, eventually finding a large room with multiple seats arranged inside, some kind of sheet hung across one end with strange, moving pictures projected onto it. She has never seen such things before, and for a moment she stands stock still, utterly amazed.

What wizardry is this?

She is so distracted by the moving pictures that she doesn't yet notice that the music comes from no discernible place, but eventually she will realize there is no orchestra to be seen. For the moment, however, she slowly moves to sit herself down in one of the chairs right at the rear, an empty seat between her and a man who looks, vaguely, like a Ranger she once knew.]

What is this? [Her voice is barely above a whisper as she leans closer to speak to him, still mesmerized by the display in front of them.] I have never seen such strange things in all my life.

[ she doesn't notice him, just like she doesn't notice anyone else. her panic and frustration and need to get back keeps her focus on just what's in front of her, what should be coming out to help her. attendants, phones, a freaking letter with an address on it, anything. allison is grasping for straws at this point but like hell she's going to stop looking.

it just doesn't help matters that there's nothing of use to be found. nothing. it's suspicious, the complete lack of information, but allison doesn't have time to play detective with this.

with a huff and a slam of the drawer, she's down to looking around the lobby, looking for anything that might help her. that's how she sees the figure over by the fireplace, seeing him staring right at her. her eyes narrow for a second, not sure why he's staring or who he is, but then she focuses a little more and- ]

Derek? [ she doesn't remember where derek is supposed to be, but he definitely wasn't with them when they went to find lydia. but he's a familiar enough face that she's pushing herself back up over the desk to walk over to him at a fairly brisk pace. ] Derek, what's going on?

[After Tauriel settled her things in the room that has somehow been designated as hers, Tauriel had set off to explore, to try and find out what was going on, what had brought her here, where here was. She is not so unused to magic to write that out of the equation, but it has been a very long time since she spent any time with the wizards who passed through her forest, and even Gandalf hadn't been able to whisk her away from her post to deposit her somewhere else.

(Thinking of magic stronger than his unsettles her greatly, and so she tries not to think about it at all.)

There are people blundering out of doorways the same way she did just a few hours ago, but Tauriel avoids most of them, just as they seem intent to avoid her. In fact, she has almost made it safely away from the milling inhabitants of this strange place when someone calls out to her, a high, clear voice belonging to a young girl stopping her in her tracks. When she turns, long-ingrained habit has her bowing to the girl that had spoken to her, the girl's fine dress and delicate manners instantly marking her as someone high-born, perhaps a Lord's daughter, perhaps even a princess. Tauriel, well-used to royalty and those of noble birth, cannot help but duck her head respectfully to her as she bends slightly at the waist.]

My lady, I cannot. [Her hand settles at her hip, fruitlessly searching for the pommel of her dagger upon which to rest, and eventually she settles them both at her sides, standing with the stiff sort of posture of a soldier at attention.] My apologies. I find myself quite lost. I would that I could be of greater assistance. [It doesn't hurt to be kind to the lost human girl, for she looks as confused as Tauriel feels, and she has learned long ago that to be in the good graces of the rich and powerful is far better than the alternative.]

[ she doesn't know why she doesn't recognize him from the back - she should, and that will probably be something she beats herself up for later, but for now she has bigger issues to deal with - but as soon as he turns, she feels a weight lift off her shoulders. ]

Isaac- [ a smile, because just seeing him okay is one (of the higher) names off her list. ] I'm so glad I found you. [ is she focusing like she should be on how he doesn't seem to recognize her? no, not right now. bigger issues, remember? she checks over her shoulder, still unable to beat off that creeping feeling on the back of her neck. ] Did you just wake up here too? Have you seen anyone else?

Jorge? Man, first off - [ Minho winces a little, but let Thomas inspect him. ] If it were Jorge, you know I'd be able to say "you should see the other guy." Second, that makes no sense.

[ It doesn't, and he looks at Thomas, still not fully answering and instead assessing, because - what? Thomas had been shot what feels like a millennia ago, now, and they'd been with WICKED again for a week, give or take however time was passing in that shucking dorm room. ]

They patched you up and dumped you back into the Scorch with us. We made it through their stupid trial, no thanks to that pack of lunatic girls, and have been with them for, like, a week.

Sentiment is still the same, though. After what they tried to make me pick... [ He trails off. ]

[ he and scott exchange minimal information. he thinks it's allison, he's not sure (there's thomas to think about now) but her hair is similar to allison's.

looking up again, they lock eyes. his abilities have lessened considerably, but he can still hear her speak his name aloud. that answers that. it's how he realized scott was scott. they'd said derek's name, thomas had flinched and pulled away and generally been accusatory. this is allison argent.

derek was never close with her so the initial shock wears off in seconds. his initial reaction having to do with scott. most of his reactions now have to do with scott he finds, especially in this place.

before can think of something clever to say, before he can realize that they aren't actually friends but in fact, partial allies on a good day, she's up and over, approaching him. it's easy to evaluate that she's in one piece. she hasn't been stabbed. she's spry, she's quick. had she been kept? had she not died and been hidden away for all this time? until this moment when they let her out?

but why?

derek doesn't do dumbstruck but that might as well be what this is because he really should say words. they catch up to what he sees finally, focusing on the question allison asked. ]

It's - a hotel. Everybody was given a suitcase and a room. If I knew more, I'd tell you [ maybe that comes from her being dead. like he owes her something. what happened to her mother, that's dead and gone, both literally and figuratively, but in some ways, allison's death is still fresh for everyone. derek could see that. after all, isn't that why kate did it all?

for allison?

the rhythm of his speech returns to normal, his signature poker face returning. the face that used to be an alpha, but learned that power isn't everything. it's a briefing if there ever was one, serious, but - normal. as normal as it could be ]

Scott's also here. He's upstairs in his room. [ he'd confirmed it's her. he'd also confirmed she's alright. at least, he's confirmed it with his own eyes. ] And, if you see someone that looks like Stiles, it's not. His name's Thomas. [ that had been something to wrap his head around. ] We don't have any real answers yet.

Like the show?

[ or, the book, but the show's more popular and something laura probably would've liked. the caps don't come through in speech. congratulations, thomas, you may be confused but you just confused derek indefinitely ]

I don't think anybody knows why they're here. [ he can't speak for anybody else, but, he's pretty sure of that. ]

He's not my - [ not really the priority right now. and by now, he and stiles kind of have become ally-friend-like-people. ] Sorry about thinking you were him.

[ Damn straight.

Couldn't have said it better. ]

But, they think they are.

[ Derek's right hand is still on the top, as if he's trying to keep the mask from getting out, as if it has a life of its own. ] If you keep your door locked. People are wandering in and out of rooms. [ Who knows who or what's here - what they'd take.

One more thing occurs to him. ] You knew the combination.

I don't think finding out will lead to any big revelations. [ finally, he's done with the projector as a source of conversation. he should probably introduce himself to the next person who's going through the exact same thing. he's trying to decide to offer his name or not. it probably comes off more like he's staring at her. because that's polite. finally -- ] I'm Derek.

[ sometimes, he's still light on the social skills ]

[if it's any comfort? she's not looking to make friends today either. introductions aren't on her mind. but she does it because he did.]

Raven.

You don't have any more answers than I do, do you?

[slow exhale and something like bitter smile.] If I did, I wouldn't be here.

Neither would I. [ he looks back to the projector, than returns his gaze to Raven ] Do you know anyone here?

No-one I've ever met before today. [she knows some prisoners like her, though. a thomas with a sharp knife sharp like her knife; a derek.]

[ it doesn't take long for allison to move up to the hallway. her conversation with derek was confusion at best, suspicious at worst. she chalks up the fact she was sure he was hiding something to the fact it's derek hale, and no matter how many mutual allies they may have, that won't change. but there was another unsettling feeling settling in her gut that he wasn't telling her something, something important, but it was hard to push him for answers when there was an ever present fact hanging over his head.

scott is here.

she drops her bag off in her room, just a few doors over from the one derek told her was scott's, and grabs her device. she checks the hall for any kind of anything, because she still hasn't shaken that feeling that someone was watching her, before she heads over.

because scott is here, which means scott will have a plan. and even if he doesn't, it's better that they're together, because at least then they can work on this together. she trusts scott much more than she does derek, more than she does a lot of people, and the fact he's here already has her feeling better. still frustrated, still slightly panicked, but maybe he'll know more than derek did. maybe he'll know something.

she knocks on his door - a bit frantically. ] Scott? Scott, open up. [ she checks back down the hall, but doesn't find anyone there. ]

Me neither. [ he wonders if he should mention that there's someone he recognizes that claims not to be who derek knows he has to be. ] Where are you from?

Mecha Station. [nnno she doesn't think he'll know that. try again.] The Ark. [still probably not going to ring a bell, it didn't to thomas.] Space.

[ The idea of wanting anyone else to get here is kind of baffling to Annie. She gets it, she does, because in an environment like this a familiar face would undoubtedly be a comfort. Who wouldn't want a trusted ally in a locked-up hotel full of strangers? But the more people that remain free outside of here, surely that means the more people who can help them escape. ]

Maybe there's a way to keep track of who's here, and whoever might still arrive? A... census, or a roster, or something?

[ She offers the tiniest hint of a smile when he introduces himself, pausing in her determined knot-tying. ] Annie. Nice to meet you, too.

[ As nice as it can be to meet anyone in here, at least. ]

It's entirely possibly you didn't know I was here.

[Today is your lucky day, Hook. Regina doesn't want to (or at least doesn't plan to be antagonistic. As she steps into his room, she turns to study him.]

You have a hand, and yet you know me and you're dressed like a leather couch which means you're not pre-pirate days.

[No one ever deigned to tell her about the hand incident, so she has to put it together herself.]

The only person capable of reattaching limbs via magic is the Dark One.

[The look on Regina's face right now. Hook. She thought you were better than that.]

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[Regina pauses to look over at him, and maybe it's missing Henry already or all of that growing she's done, but her features soften a little.]

If there's a way out, I'll find it. And the someone will answer for this.

[She's not a woman used to being out of control in situations, and she goes back to the lock 'ah-haing' when it pops open.]

( ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴀʟ - ʜᴀʟʟᴡᴀʏ )

( one minute, she was leaned over a bestiary, ready to do research. the next? well...

the way she wakes up to a distinct lack of air is nothing short of unpleasant. her eyes snap open, she turns her head from side to side, taking in her surroundings... and she fights the urge to let out a scream. it's dark and dank and it reminds her of that hole in the wall they stayed in when they followed scott and stiles. it's beyond creepy; it sends a chill deep down into her bones and she can feel that something is very, very wrong.

she pushes herself to her feet, squinting at the way the light shimmers under the door, spilling into the blackened room and highlighting only the parts that make it seem more horrifying. she remains as calm as she possibly can, and although her pulse is a flutter in her chest, she manages to keep her breathing even. bad dream. it's just another bad dream. maybe something's coming. maybe she fell asleep, and she just doesn't remember...

lydia's hand grips the door and pulls it open as she whips her head back to look over her shoulder one last time. once outside, she scrunches her face as her eyes adjust to the brightness. she isn't the only one here, which a quick glance is more than enough to demonstrate. she starts to call out and walk toward someone - anyone - when her knee catches the top handle of the luggage, and she kneels down to inspect it. it has her name, and a key with a room number on it. she looks back at the door she just came from, but it's not the room she's meant to be in. okay then.

unsure as she is, she's compelled to grab the suitcase and get the hell out of this hallway. she heads for the stairs, giving glances to those she passes one her way - hopelessly seeking out her friends, she supposes. perhaps it's you that she approaches first, because your hair matches someone she knows. )

Deputy Parrish -- Stiles -- Scott?

( ᴍᴀɪɴ ʟᴏʙʙʏ )

( after making a meager attempt to find familiarity in the too-creepy hallway, she finds herself downstairs in a lobby. it's not that highly populated yet, and she can see that everyone else seems just as disoriented as she does. the first thing she thinks is that this is all some cosmic joke. the second? that this is a hallucination. and that third - the worst case scenario - there's been a mass kidnapping, or something equally horrible, that's stranded herself and all of these people in this weird location straight out of a horror movie.

she marches right up to the desk and rings the bell several times before giving up on someone actually being there. lydia's eyes sweep over the room again, hoping maybe to catch a glance of her friends, but then... her eyes narrow and her lips purse and she seems to completely zone out. the rain outside... it's deafening. she doesn't know why. she's done so much better, made so much progress with her abilites as a banshee - so why is the patter of water on glass so loud?

as if in a trance, she wanders toward one of the windows. her suitcase sits by the desk, temporarily abandoned, and she reaches out to place her hand on one of the curtains. this is likely how she'll be found - it might take a couple attempts at speaking to pry her attention away from the rain that drowns out all other sound for her. )

( ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ + ғɪʀsᴛ ғʟᴏᴏʀ ʜᴀʟʟᴡᴀʏ )

( conceding is not something she does lightly, but at some point, she simply... does. she figures she may as well find the room she's meant for, and acquaint herself with her surroundings. she's not happy about it, but if she's going to explore and try to figure out what's going on, she's going to need to stop having a heavy suitcase full of god knows what first. she gets to her her room and enters without incident, then props the door open - just in case there's the chance to talk to other people about all of this. she hefts her suitcase onto the bed and begins to unpack and put away her things, hoping there might be something useful of hers she can use for all of this.

come on in. you don't even have to knock. )

( after she studies him for a few minutes, silently watching from by the window, she determines that there's something distinctly not stiles about this guy. but he's... just enough of a stiles that she doesn't hesitate to approach him. he is, at the very least, not all that dangerous at first glance. maybe it's just stiles on a bad day. a really, really bad day. it worries her, and she can't help the instinct to try to help him. lydia walks up to him and places a hand on his arm. )

Stiles?

[Zelena and your baby mama certainly managed to screw some things up there, Neal. All to be explained when Regina feels like it, though. At least he knows he died, at least she doesn't have to tiptoe around that.]

I landed up there, too. Whoever brought us here didn't do it very gracefully.

[Her features change a little, switching to worried as she looks at him.]

You haven't seen Henry here, have you?

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