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

LOBBY TIMES

[cisskabob]

[Cissie spent quite a bit of time doing just what Kirk is doing, rattling doors and banging on windows and generally exhausting herself. Now she's taken to sitting in a chair out of the way of things, watching everyone else and hoping she sees someone she knows. No luck on that, so far.

She does spot Kirk and watches him battling with a nearby window for a minute before taking pity and speaking up.]

If you find one that actually opens, I think you'll be everyone's hero.

[kirking]

Good thing that's my life's career.

[Kirk says over his shoulder, flippantly and cocky because well. He's Jim Kirk and it is looking pretty fruitless by now, this whole looking for an exit thing but when he has he ever stopped when he should. It's something to do, besides perhaps start to freak a little.]

I like songs of praise the best. By the way.

[cisskabob]

[Flippant and cocky as a means of covering deeper, more vulnerable feelings? Yeah, Cissie's familiar with that particular defense mechanism. Not just because she sometimes uses it, but many of her friends do, and that's probably part of why she's almost amused, even in the situation they've found themselves in.

She snaps her fingers, shaking her head as if deeply disappointed.]

Darn, and I can't even carry a tune.

[...It's true though. Voice lessons were the one lesson that never paid off.]

[kirking]

I also take sexual favors.

[Please, girlfriend, this sass is just how Jim Kirk rolls. He's not hiding anything.

He finally gives up on the window and turns to face her, leaning against the wall.]

And now you're going to tell me you're a virgin too.

[cisskabob]

[....Well, whatever positive opinions Cissie might have had about Kirk just went out the window. Figuratively, of course, since the windows clearly won't open. She gives Kirk a look that is scathing and disgusted.]

First of all, that's none of your business. Second of all, how old are you?

[That's right, Kirk. She just called you old. Because you are.]

[kirking]

[Not the first time that Kirk's ever been given that look. It bounces off him, his skin's pretty thick and he's still smiling but he's not quite as gross as he was five seconds ago.]

Funny.

I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours.

[cisskabob]

...Seventeen. [Okay, technically that's a lie. She is eighteen, but telling him that seems like it might be encouraging this. It doesn't hurt to be underestimated, anyway.

Plus she does want to know what he'll say and how old he is.]

[kirking]

[... well.

He's hit on younger, how sad is that.]

Twenty six. I'd apologize more but you look a lot older.

[cisskabob]

[Excuse her a minute. She didn't expect that answer. Twenty-six is not that bad at all, especially since she's actually eighteen.]

...Sorry. So do you.

[...Did she just call him old? Yes she did.]

I'm Cissie.