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

[totheright]

--yeah. ((The smile is... kind of impressive. He knows how to fake it, but this really isn't a conducive situation for that sort of thing. He wonders how she can manage it.)) What's your name?

And, um, do you know where we are?

[amplified]

( years upon years of practice and being superficial for the sake of social status. training. beauty queen barely sixteen-style. )

Lydia. I'm Lydia. Sorry, I didn't -- anyway. No. I haven't got a clue, and all of the exits are locked. There's no sign of any staff... There's something about this place that's flat out not right. We just have to figure out what - and eventually, where. That's where it gets tricky.

[totheright]

((Ah yes, he's familiar with that... but he wasn't very agreeable when it came to learning that sort of thing. He's lucky he was raised in a family that didn't quite care about his tendency towards rude bluntness.))

We've been kidnapped, right? I mean, that's got to be the most likely explanation for all this. Some sort of mass, international kidnapping.

[amplified]

( hey she'll appreciate his lack of tact. kid's got balls, eh? )

I'm starting to wonder. But kidnappings don't usually involve amnesia like this. I would at least remember being dragged somewhere.

[totheright]

I mean, it's a mass-kidnapping. That's pretty unusual. They must have had some super great skill to pull it off, so I wouldn't be surprised if they... I don't know, they drugged or something to make us forget.

[amplified]

I've gone into fugue states before. ( lydia loops her arms around herself and sighs, looking back toward the window. ) Where I've lost time, or forgotten where I've been or what I've been doing. This is too grand a scale for something like that. There's more to it. I can feel it.

[totheright]

What do you mean, fugue states? ((He frowns, a little taken aback.)) Do you get drugged often? Shouldn't you try to avoid that?

[amplified]

No. It -- it was a form of mind control. Or, sometimes, I'll just wake up from a dream in the middle of the place in the dream, like I walked there. ( she won't mention that it usually involves dead bodies. )

[totheright]

… do you need meds for that? I know a doctor who could probably prescribe you something for the sleep-walking. ((He’s not even going to touch the mind control thing with a ten foot pole. Obviously, this girl’s got a few screws loose – even though she doesn’t really look like it.))

I mean- I guess I can’t get in touch with him here, but whenever we do get back outside?