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

[pontificus]

[She is nearly taken aback at being addressed so, to be flattered that highly. Of course the power her family wields is quite greater than a princess. Her father makes and breaks kings with just the words of his mouth. To cross him could mean losing everything if he excommunicates someone, stripping them of their blessing and giving means for another to step in their place.

But her station is that of Lady, with the wedding to her husband the Lord of Pasaro. She smiles kindly at the other girl, not the first she's seen in such garb. It seems it is Lucrezia who sticks out more in her dress.]

It is just lady. Lady Lucrezia, [She offers a name with a regal curtsy. She turns her attention back to the film though, more impressed with the skill than the subject matter.]

We do not have-- movies back home. Only art hung upon walls. [She speaks as her eyes dance over the screen again, taken by the level of technology she's witnessing. It might be dated for Raven, but it is near magic for her.]

[pajarita]

[art hung upon walls sounds frustratingly like what clarke said the mountain men did, though she knows by now this doesn't look or act like mount weather. and for a moment, this person becomes just weirdly crazy, dressed like it's the 1600s or...something. (her knowledge of old timey garments is so so reduced.)

she squints at her a little.] And -- what home is that?

[pontificus]

Why, fair Roma, [She answers with a genuine smile. She is yet too young to know the level of corruption and how truly jaded and screwed the city is as a result. But it is the city she grew up in, far away from the filth and the lower class. What she knows is fine marble, pretty dresses, and beautiful art.]

And you? You do not seem of the Italian families to me. Nor any kingdom I can put a finger on. [Lucrezia tries to place her. Perhaps from the Kingdom of Portugal and the Algraves. She is not fair of skin, but then her dress is nothing she truly knows. Even beyond what a peasant or street urchin would wear.]

[pajarita]

[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?]

[pontificus]

[It seems equally strange to not call a place a home, to not have a city or at least a kingdom to claim to.]

Who do you swear to? [It comes out with a tilt of her head. Does she have a lord or a king? Surely, she must at least follow the Pope of Rome. The entirety of the Western world in her time did. Kings would indeed lose their kingdom if they did not follow him.]

The Ark of Noah's? [For it is the only ark she knows of. How even more perplexing and making even less sense than what she is barely able to grasp out of this conversation as it is.]

[pajarita]

Usually, I just swear at...everyone. [no discrimination there. kanyeshrug.gif

and there's a little bit of a surprised 'are you for real' smile.] No, not Noah's Ark. Most of us were people.

[pontificus]

[She is not entirely sure what the girl means, but her demeanor manages to at least put her at ease. It does seem ridiculous to think that she could mean Noah's Ark, but then what else is she to think.]

You must forgive me then for I know no other place.

[pajarita]

It's okay...strangely a lot amount of people here have never heard about it. [didn't someone say something about portals? and there's people here from 2012, which is like a century ago or so.]

[pontificus]

I am finding the stranger this place is, the unstranger it is being here. [That is to say, the circumstances that brought them there are far weirder than what she's hearing from meeting others.]

Perhaps you can tell me sometime of your Ark since you know more of this-- [She gestures at the projector and the screen.] Than I can fathom.