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

[greenies]

[ thomas glances up as a girl comes to talk to him, and he's momentarily startled by her appearance. she looks like something out of a painting--thomas doesn't even remember paintings, and he knows that much. she's very pretty, too, and his cheeks flush a little before he cocks his head downwards. his suitcase is over by his feet, and though thomas had taken a second to poke through it, he'd stopped after a few minutes, because there was something in there that shouldn't be in there.

he holds the bloodied doll in his hands, and curls his palms around it as she addresses him, looking up and looking far more vulnerable than he intends to. ] Yeah. Figures they'd at least set me up with supplies, this time.

[pontificus]

[She is expecting the same confusion she has, the same that every person she has come across has. Everyone thus far seems to be just as clueless, wandering the halls in search for something that no one is seemingly able to find. But when Thomas speaks, it is with a little more certainty, and Lucrezia has to pause. She isn't sure if he is speaking from experience or what it is.]

'They', [She repeats, cocking her head to the side.] You know our captors?

[greenies]

WICKED, yeah. Everyone knows them. [ although, looking at this princess woman, thomas wouldn't be surprised if she didn't. or...if she did, maybe they were different in her part of the world. who knew? it's WICKED. they're unpredictable.

he rubs his thumb over the doll again, shaking his head. ] World in Catastrophe Killzone Education Department, if you want to believe they're trying to educate people.

[pontificus]

I can say with some certainty that I do not know them. [And the explanation of the acronym does not clear matters up for at all. Who are they and what do they want? She isn't entirely sure she wants the answers, but it does make her pause and look about as if they can descend on her at any moment.]

And what would they have us do here? Sure we can negotiate our release. [She says this used to a life of getting whatever she wants, using power and gold to gain it.]

[greenies]

[ weird. maybe her memories were wiped? really wiped, to be dressed and talking the way she was. thomas shrugs his shoulders, awfully nonchalant about being kidnapped. again. ]

They won't let us go until we solve whatever they want us to solve. They're studying our brains. Chances are, they won't tell us why we're here or how to solve it, either.

[pontificus]

Solve? Like a puzzle? [She's not entirely sure what this boy means? They have been taken by these people -- WICKED, he said -- so they could test her brain.]

For what purpose?

[In a way that information frightens her. It is better than not knowing, but she also doesn't know what kind of tests they would perform either. The doctors and scholars of her time test in very barbaric ways.]