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

[kirking]

(arrival)

[Well.

He wishes this was the weirdest hangover he's ever woken up from but it's really not. Wake in a strange place in a room he doesn't recognize? Check. Been there, done that. Hadn't done it in a while and he didn't remember drinking last night but then if he remembered it, maybe he wouldn't be here in the first place.

Actually a strange hangover because his head isn't pounding, it's just fuzzy and his side hurts like he dropped ten feet on it and okay. Enough of this, getting up off the floor and going to figure out where he is and where the Enterprise is and listen to Bones complain about his life choices and other things.

Good. Great plan. Go team go.

Kirk groans as he pushes himself up, patting down his pants pockets once he's up. At least he's got his communicator. Pressing the heel of his free hand to his eye and wandering towards the door at the same time, he flips it open. It doesn't chirp back like it usually does, but that doesn't register to him immediately.]

Scotty. [Nothing. Have an eyeroll, chief engineer that isn't here. Anyone who sees him on the second floor right now will see a man in a gold shirt that clashes with his blond hair talking to himself basically.] Mister Scott. Spock? Sulu? For God's sake, come in. Get me out of here. Beam me up. Let's go.

(lobby/other)

[Turns out-- his communicator is totally fucked. So he actually is stranded in an old hotel. Kirk assumes he can't have gotten that far from the crew and focuses his attempts at getting out of this place.

So you know. Rattling door knobs and trying to force open windows and they are all locked and this is awful and confusing and help.]

[1_truth]

I already tried that, it doesn't work-the windows won't open.

[ Conan might have stood back and watched the other struggle with the window for a moment. This certainly answered his earlier question of if he was just too weak to open the window on his own or if it really just wouldn't open. He feels a little better, at least. ]

But it's raining anyway. Even if you did get out you'd probably catch a cold. [ He offers with a small shrug. ] Have you seen a Japanese girl about seventeen with brown hair and blue eyes?

[kirking]

Can't say that I have.

[Kirk pushes as hard as he can against the lock on the window for a few more seconds before he just. Gives up. With an annoyed sound, he turns to face whoever's talking to him, doing a double take when he realizes that he's talking to a kid.

Great, there's kids here too. That's just awesome.]

Is she your... sister?

[1_truth]

[ So. Still no sign of Ran. When he was kidnapped he was with her so it stood to reason she should be here somewhere but this place seemed to be against reason. ]

No, but I do live with her and her dad. I was at an Inn with them-a different one and now I can't find them. They should be here, right?

[kirking]

[For a moment, Kirk seems to be at a loss how to respond to that, with logic or just to agree to appease the kid and keep him from crying.]

Yeah, probably, buddy. You uh, want some help looking for them?

dsgagsfjgfsdajg i'm tagging this..... [lobby]

[larker]

[As Kirk is walking around trying to force open the windows, Gabriel is sat on a table nearby, arms folded and expression vaguely amused as he watches the guy doing his best to escape. He knows there's no way out, but who is Gabriel to tell other people that when he can sit and watch them try anyway?

Well okay, the archangel reckons he could drop a hint.]

Hey you. I heard if you try a window and it doesn't open, try again harder and it will.

okay Q like person you are so funny.....

[kirking]

[Kirk stops in his progression from one window to the next, and turns back around to the man he'd just walked past. Walked past and had pretty much disregarded because he wasn't doing anything but sitting on the table.]

That's funny. How's holding down that table working out for you?

[larker]

[The comeback from Kirk gets a big grin, Gabriel leaning back slightly. Holding the table down, that was actually a really good one and the trickster merely shrugs in answer.]

Oh it's working out really well, this table isn't going anywhere right now. Anyway those windows won't open, and trust me when I say they won't break either. Sucks for people wanting out, but on the other hand makes them great for taking frustration out on them. Go ahead, try that out.

[kirking]

[That is a tempting offer. Kirk gives him a wary look for a moment, even if he has more or less come to the same conclusion. That the glass can't be broken or else he would have found a way by now. Because Jim Kirk is awesome at breaking things. Special talent right there.]

Who the hell are you?

Lobby/Front Desk

[mygame]

Sir, I really must ask that you stop vandalizing our property. Is something the matter?

[Because the Nogitsune is helpful like that. Well, not really, but it is having a good time pretending to be part of what's going on instead of a victim like everyone else.]

[Behind the front desk, it looks as harmless as it can. Just a normal teenager. Yep. Nothing more than a bored teenager that got stuck working the desk.]

[kirking]

[This isn't vandalizing if you asked him, which he would know because he's done it more than once, before Starfleet, before he did something with his life. But Kirk does stop, if only because finally someone is stepping forward and that's good. Now they can talk.]

You mean besides the obvious?

How do you get out of here?

[mygame]

I do apologize on behalf of the management, Sir, but exiting the building at this juncture isn't feasible. I'm sure you understand.

[Polite smile back in place, the Nogitsune shrugs along with its words. Can't do much to help you. So sorry. It loves frustration and all this anger so. It's well worth pretending and being nice to humans.]

My name is Stiles. Is your room satisfactory, Mr...?

[kirking]

[Wrong, he doesn't understand. Kirk narrows his eyes at him and approaches the desk.]

Kirk. Jim Kirk and that's not going to work for me. I have a ship, a crew, an angry doctor to get back to. So how about we skip the bullshit and cut to the chase? I'm leaving.

[hacker]

Here.

[ As Kirk attempts to work his way through the windows, prying on them to open and fidgeting with the locks, Skye approaches. She waves with one hand for him to step out of the way. ]

Let me give it a shot. Front door was a bust.

[kirking]

[For a moment, Kirk arches an eyebrow at her and then alright. He steps aside because he wants to see this. Impress him, pretty lady because he's already intrigued.]

Please. Be my guest. I'm Jim Kirk by the way. What's your name?

[hacker]

[ She falters, thinking of her father's face as he insisted to Daisy that no one else would understand her. A half-second later, she offers an easy smile. ]

Skye.

[ Then she moves past him to try and wedge at the window. Her fingers get in the groove and she gives a yank, but it won't come. She rattles it a moment longer, then steps back, nodding for him to get clear. ]

Found anyone in this hotel who's not an unwitting guest? I don't think anybody actually booked.

[ Stepping in, she pivots to raise her leg in a side-kick to the glass of the window. What should reasonably break any glass just bounces off and runs a dull pain up through her leg. ]

lobby

[pontificus]

[She understands his need to escape, the way he's going from window to window. He has no more success trying to pry them open than she had when she tried the one. All one can hear is the sound of rain outside, but the sight of the land out beyond is out of reach from them.

She gives a wistful sigh, outlandish next to him in her wedding dress made near a thousand years before his time.]

We seem to be stuck.

[kirking]

[So many pretty ladies here~~~

The dress is kind of weird but then. He did wake up in a hotel room with no memory of how he got there and a suitcase with his name on it and no way out. So. A lavish dress is maybe sixth on his list of weird things tonight.]

I don't believe that. Haven't tried everything yet, have we.

[Look, he's offering her a hand.]

Jim Kirk.

[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.]

LOBBY TIMES

[cisskabob]

[Cissie spent quite a bit of time doing just what Kirk is doing, rattling doors and banging on windows and generally exhausting herself. Now she's taken to sitting in a chair out of the way of things, watching everyone else and hoping she sees someone she knows. No luck on that, so far.

She does spot Kirk and watches him battling with a nearby window for a minute before taking pity and speaking up.]

If you find one that actually opens, I think you'll be everyone's hero.

[kirking]

Good thing that's my life's career.

[Kirk says over his shoulder, flippantly and cocky because well. He's Jim Kirk and it is looking pretty fruitless by now, this whole looking for an exit thing but when he has he ever stopped when he should. It's something to do, besides perhaps start to freak a little.]

I like songs of praise the best. By the way.

[cisskabob]

[Flippant and cocky as a means of covering deeper, more vulnerable feelings? Yeah, Cissie's familiar with that particular defense mechanism. Not just because she sometimes uses it, but many of her friends do, and that's probably part of why she's almost amused, even in the situation they've found themselves in.

She snaps her fingers, shaking her head as if deeply disappointed.]

Darn, and I can't even carry a tune.

[...It's true though. Voice lessons were the one lesson that never paid off.]

[sheriffing]

[They're all stranded in an old hotel. Using doorknobs for their intended purpose doesn't work, and neither does force. Magic probably would, if she still had it - but they've conveniently taken that away, too. Emma wouldn't go so far as to say they've thought of everything - if there's a way out, they'll find it - but for the moment, they're screwed.

Which is why she stops at the sight of a fellow captive fighting with another door.]

I'm pretty sure that if we're going to get out of here, we're going to have to get more creative than fighting with doors.

[Emma smiles sympathetically, because she gets it. She started a war with a window on the second floor and all it did was make her more frustrated. The things they've already thought to secure are a waste of time.]

[kirking]

[So sorry, Emma, for the way that Kirk stares at her after he turns to look at her. His mouth even drops open like a dying fish gaping for air because that's his mom. Younger than he remembers her, and much more... well alive looking but then his last memories of his mom have more to do with a sickbed than with a vibrant, beautiful woman who did the best she could to hold her family together after her husband died and he did everything he could to rip it apart.

Well no. Sam played a good part in that too when he left but that's not the point. The point is that it's been years since his mom died and he misses her sometimes more than he can say.]

... Mom?

[sheriffing]

What?

[Seriously, what? She crashed into a creepy old hotel a little while ago, and now she can't help but wondering if the landing was a little hard on this guy. This is someone who clearly isn't Henry calling her the one title that means more to her than any other. And from what she can tell, he's totally sincere about it. The grown-man standing in front of her who might be about her age is actually wondering whether or not she's his mother.

Which, alright. The age thing isn't impossible where she comes from, but still.]

I'm sorry - no, I'm... my name's Emma. Emma Swan.

[The smiles gone, but the sympathy's still there. He might be insane, but he's also hurting. She feels like some of that might be her fault.]