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

[mygame]

I'm pleased to meet you, Mr Kirk. Welcome to the Hotel California.

[Its empty smile remains in the face of Kirk's upset. A small sympathetic nod follows.]

I am sorry, Mr Kirk, but that cannot be allowed until morning. Concierge Argent or the Manager have the keys to the doors. Given the danger of the storm out there and... other things, it is a necessary measure. Perhaps after a good night sleep you'll feel better. In the meantime, we do have a delightful movie playing if you would care to proceed to our screening room.

[It gestures towards the door that leads towards where the movie is playing.]

Our popcorn maker has been sent out for repairs. I am sorry for the inconvenience.

[Creepy hotel. Creepy deskboy. Makes sense, yeah?]

[kirking]

[Annoyed Kirk. It's just a party down here.

He pulls his communicator out of his pocket and shows it to Stiles.]

Help me get this thing working then. So I can make sure my crew is alright. What if they're out in the storm too?

[mygame]

[Now that is interesting. The next thought is that it wants the shiny thing and figure out what it is, what it does. Curiosity is one of its downfalls.]

They are not, Mr Kirk. I can assure you of that. If they are not here then they are in...

[The Nogitsune's voice trails off there, eyes going unfocused. It stands there like that, lips slightly parted as if in a trance of some sort.]

Processing... [is all it says in a small frightened voice]

[kirking]

[That gets his attention, makes him stand up straighter and narrow his eyes at him.]

What do you mean, in processing? What is that?

[mygame]

[The Nogitsune continues to stare blankly through Kirk more than at him for the space of a few seconds before it blinks a few times. Its eyes clear and the only expression it has is that of bland professionalism. All signs of its earlier fear or confusion are gone as if they never occurred.]

I'm sorry. These glitches do happen at times. What was your question, Mr Kirk? Is there a problem with your room or did you want to leave a message for someone?

[kirking]

[What the hell was that?

Kirk stares back at him for a moment and then picks his jaw off the ground.]

Uh-- no. I'm good.

[mygame]

[The Nogitsune continues to give Kirk that automaton stare, the expression any person under another's control might wear.]

Very well then, Sir. If you don't mind, I do believe I will be turning in for the night. There seems to be errors to fix. Do not hesitate to call me if you have need.

[With that, the Nogitsune turns away and heads for the stairwell.]