checkingout | 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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ Hook doesn't like elevators, that's just a fact. He's not been forced into many, only ran into them in Storybrooke and New York and he always picked the stairs when given the option. To him, elevator was not an accurate name. Certain box of doom was more descriptive and honest. He hadn't tried the creaking, tight space as it was, and didn't intend to, either.

It was just the sight of a girl dressed as ... well, honestly, she looked like a court jester, and that was not a look he'd seen much outside of the Enchanted Forest, that drew his attention.

And that bright, a little too eager grin? Well, that's the grin of a trouble maker. It does take one to know one, but curiosity gets the better of him. ]

I'm told that's broken, darling. [ which is really just a subtle way of wondering what she is up to. ]

[Harley pauses midstep and looks over her shoulder, suitcase casually flung over the opposite one. Does it seem like it's practically no effort for her to heft it, Hook?]

Hmm? Broken as in it ain't workin' at all? Or broken as in ain't no one got the balls ta give the old girl a whirl? [She arches a brow over her mask, grinning back at the man before moving to step into the rickety elevator. Any sane person might think that crazy enough, but Harley goes a step or two further. She pushes a few buttons and when that doesn't seem to work she actually jumps up and down several times. She frowns, pushing a few buttons even harder.

When it doesn't work, she steps back out of the elevator and drops her suitcase to the ground with a series of muffled 'clanks'. Those baby blue eyes turn to regard Hook again, weight shifting from one hip to the other.]

An' who might'a told ta that, bubs?

[ he's run into a few mad sorts in his lifetime, which makes him more accepting of the more eclectic. though perhaps this girl is verging a little past that. so he's not as bothered by it as some might have been. Captain Hook is really not the right person to hold a little fantastical personality against someone. he's from a world of mystical fairytale characters, they're all a bit off.

still, he's sure as shit not going to join her in the box of certain doom, as she tries to bounce and send it crashing down. no, he'll stay right here in the hall in relative safety, thank you. he looks a little concerned, but he won't stop her. all her bouncing and pestering and attacking of buttons gets her nowhere... unsurprisingly.

she wanders back out again and he lifts a brow at the sounds of her suitcase. she seems more and more like a jester the more he watches. ]

I've asked around, love. And it's Killian, thank you.

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

elevator antics!

Huzzah! Sorry I took so long, darling!! :(

no worries!