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

screening room

[pronged]

Bullocks.

[If there was anything in that bowl, then James doesn't want it now. He's far beyond eating floor crumbs. He's at least thirty seven hours from that kind of desperate, pathetic, dog like hunger.]

And here I'd kill for a treacle tart right now.

[technologist]

What?

[ It's kind of an autopilot response, but both the 'bullocks' and the mention of dessert are unexpected, oddly casual in the face of such a bizarre situation. Fitz takes a second to catch up, brow furrowed in a vaguely critical look before he glances back to the table, awkwardly dodging eye contact. ]

Oh. Yeah, no luck on that, apparently. But they've got to have food somewhere, yeah? Unless this is just— temporary.

[ Or they've all been brought here to die. Or go Lord of the Flies. Those are terrible topics for conversation, though, so instead Fitz just looks back to James, expression hesitantly curious. ] You've just woken up?

[pronged]

[That's just James Potter, he just babbles. And really loves dessert apparently.]

Yeah.

Where the bloody hell are we?

[technologist]

[ That's two things they have in common, go figure. ]

You don't know?

[ Probably a dumb question. It's out of his mouth before he thinks better of it, sounding more surprised and disappointed than accusatory. After a beat: ] I mean— I don't. Either, obviously. I can't even get a clear view out the windows, but it's... [ Rambling isn't going to get them anywhere. Second try, with a bit more focus: ] Where are you from?

[pronged]

[James does like to be the one with all the answers but unfortunately-- this isn't one of those times. He pushes his glasses up his nose as they're starting to slide down before answering.]

England. Specifically London the last I remember anything. You?

[technologist]

[ That probably shouldn't be surprising, given the accent, but it's still reassuring after some of the other nonsense answers he's gotten. ] Scotland, originally. But I was in the United States before I turned up here.

[ And after a thoughtful pause, expression curious as he waits to see how James responds: ] It was 2014.