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

[hacker]

And you can imagine why I might really not be in the mood for one.

[ Her hands drop on the edge of the counter behind her, and she leans back. The movement hunches her shoulders, betraying her discomfort as she studies Harley and tries to decide what to make of her. ]

So you just woke up here too? [ Feels like a reasonable conclusion to draw from the fact that she doesn't know why she's here either. ] Why the hell were you in a clown costume?

[hesmypuddin]

[Where many of the other new arrivals are open in their confusion and discomfort, Harley seems to be taking it all rather in stride. She shifts her weight from one hip to the other, hand moving to rest upon it as she returns Skye's gaze evenly. She 'tssks' softly, shaking her head.]

There's always time for knock-knock jokes but, eh, poh-tay-tah...pah-tah-tah. [She swings her suitcase around and drops it at her feet and it sounds far heavier than just clothing, but Harley hadn't poked around in it yet. She nods at Skye's first question, tone nonchalant.]

I wasn't even asleep, ya know? Last thing I remember, Bat Broad was tryin' ta off yours truly. [She sniffs disdainfully.] Who knew she'd show up with Bats?! [She shrugs and moves onto the latter question without explaining any more than that.]

Ya mean this old thing? [She tugs at some of the spandex and is then smiling broadly again.] Because I'm the one an' only Harley Quinn. An' as Mistah J's right hand gal, I gotta be on top'a my fashion choices. [Then she turns and looks over her shoulder at Skye, grinning as she poses.] An' it makes my ass look great.

[hacker]

[ That doesn't help Skye look at her like she's any less eccentric. (Read: weird.) ] Yeah, that is not what I'd call top shelf fashion choice, and it's definitely not going to help you keep bats.