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]

[He at least is determined. Lucrezia approaches the window he's at and when his hand is offered, she's not entirely sure what to do with it. She knows he's expecting a response, and she does not want to look like she's uncultured, even if this place is quite foreign. So she touches his hand back before stepping back to curtsey. It is a smooth, fluid motion that only makes her rather large dress poof out more.]

Lucrezia Borgia at your service. [If he knows his Earth history, her brother is one of the most notorious men in the Italian Renaissance. Most armed services require their cadets to read Machiavelli's the Prince, which details Cesare's basic takeover of Italy.]

[kirking]

No shit?

[Starfleet doesn't require their cadets to read it. But Kirk's read it all the same because he's a dork in secret. Two years ago maybe he would totally discount time travel but now? Not so weird. Not even a little bit.]

So wait I'm sorry, what year is it where you're from?

[pontificus]

The year of our Lord fourteen hundred and ninety three.

[What a strange thing to ask, but gathering from the interesting garb and even more interesting manners of those she has met, something must be afoot.]

And you? I am to assume it not quite the same.

[kirking]

[Jesus.

The fact that he hesitates, just even a little bit before deciding to tell her the truth means that he's grown. Really, it does. But there's no reason to lie. Prime Directive probably doesn't apply here.]

2259.

[pontificus]

[It is hard to fathom such a number, and Lucrezia steps back in awe, a hand upon her brow.]

It seems we are far dated then. You must forgive me if I seem uncouth to you.