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checkingout2015-02-01 11:57 pm
checkingin) wrote in checkingout2015-02-01 11:57 pm
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sit yourself down, and meet the best inn keeper in town ( O P E N )
Who: Everyone!
Where: The initial arrival rooms, the main lobby, all over the place.
When: February 3rd
What: Welcome, newbies.
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.
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Skye pulls herself up onto her hands and knees in the hotel room, fingers pressing into thin, worn carpeting that smells musty and overused. She flinches away from it—not exactly turndown service, but SHIELD's not exactly in the business of affording that anymore, either. She muscles her way to her feet, sore all over.
It doesn't hit her right away. Her hands reach out to turn on the lamp. She succeeds, but a moment later, it flickers and the bulb explodes. She flinches away from the glass, and the ashtray rumbles on the end table. Skye lifts her hand to her face, pulling fluorescent bulb shards from her palm.
Through the darkness, she can see her hand trembling. For a moment, she's back in the temple. It's dark, completely dark, but slowly stone falls away from her face. She cracks through it, looks down, and Trip—
Trip.
A hanging photograph, some landscape, shudders off a creaking wall, clanging as it drops to the floor. She whips her head around, gets to her feet as the glass and the frame shatter.
As she makes her way down the hall, she's twitching, glancing uncertainly over her shoulder and hugging her arms around her chest like she's afraid to reach out for anything. She skips right over the suitcases, spotting a herd of people there, and beelines down to the main lobby for a breather. She'll go back for it later. ]
Hello?
[ Down in the lobby, Skye rings the bell on the desk five times in quick succession, leaning over the reception area to try and spot an employee. ]
Hello?!
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Yes, ma'am, the bell works. My name is Stiles. How can I help you? Something not right with your room?
[A hand reaches out to still the bell. It would be a great thing to steal later. A small smile and polite false interest fills its face while its dark eyes study her.]
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[ She slaps her hand down on the counter, but lets the anger dissipate by rocking back on her heels, rolling her eyes and drawing a deep breath. Whoever's fault it is, it's not this kid's. Her shoulders sag, and she shakes her head. ]
Look, just— Did you see who brought me in here? Had to be earlier today, or … last night, maybe.
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[The Nogitsune's expression remains bland no matter how much it is enjoying the game and her frustration. After being locked in a box for too long, why wouldn't it?]
If you can tell me your specific complaints, I'll see what I can do for you? We here at the hotel look forward to serving you while we... well, for the duration of your stay. Your comfort is of the upmost importance to us.
[Cue helpful little smile right there.]
Your name and room number, please?
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I do understand, ma'am. Unfortunately, our financial records keeper isn't here at the moment, or I would do my upmost to get that information for you.
Due to the rainstorm we've been having, [it gestures to the water-streaked windows with a small shrug] our telephones are also currently nonfunctional. I do apologise for the inconvenience. The moment service returns, I can have one of our bellboys find you if you care to leave a name. It shouldn't be too much longer. I understand the repairmen have found the outage and are working on it.
Is there anything else I can do for you, ma'am?
[It loves this place. Although, it may not love it so much if and when the real owners found out what it was up to.]
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Skye. I'm in 114. I need to know how long the weather's been like this, and how long that room's been occupied. You have to have some kind of record of that, right? I just want to talk to whoever was on duty when I got here.
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I'm glad to meet you, Miss Skye, [it says with a small dip of its head before giving a small sigh of regret. It could stay here all night and enjoy the misery.]
The guest register is locked in the concierge's office, Miss Skye. He won't return until tomorrow morning. Again, the best I can offer you is to have him contact you when he arrives. With the weather, we're somewhat short-staffed.
[The smile it gave her was empty, as if it were an automaton giving preprogrammed answers. This trick had been tried earlier on another guest with brilliant results.]
I am sure that he will be able to help you.
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[ It could be the freaking apocalypse outside and she'd still suffer through it to find her team. Short of being physically incapable, nothing's stopping her. She backs away from the desk, turning to head for the main doors with the vibe that she's definitely not getting anything useful out of Stiles over there. ]
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[The Nogitsune leans against the front desk and watches her with a deadly sort of patience. There was no main door, but the three sets of doors that were there were locked except for the one that led to the screening room. The locked ones were unbreakable as were the windows. But, it did so enjoy watching frustration among the guests when they couldn't escape.]
We are showing a movie tonight if you'd prefer to pass the time that way, ma'am! [it calls after her]
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Steve hears her voice calling out when he steps into the hallway, the sound of it soft now and barely audible over the sound of the pouring rain. He starts to follow it, the ringing of the bell helping him pinpoint exactly where she is.]
Hey.
[He keeps his distance when he comes into view, keeps his hands visible while he looks down at hers.]
Are you okay?
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[ The frustration bites through before she turns all the way to look at him, pressing one hand on the countertop, jaw grinding, but the tension all tapers off the moment her eyes fall on Captain freaking America. The hand on the concierge desk knocks over a jar of pens and she scrambles to catch it, only for them to clatter across the floor. ]
Oh my god.
[ She straightens, eyes wide enough for the whites to be visible all the way around. ]
You're— [ And then something else settles in. Dread, awareness, perspective. Whatever it is, it's not good. They didn't just pull her out of some underground, alien city. They grabbed Captain America. ] … We are so screwed.
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[Steve holds his hands up in front of him, coming closer an inch a time because she's so clearly freaking out and he doesn't want to make it worse. She recognizes him. She recognizes him and Steve doesn't even realize it, because that doesn't always happen unless he's wearing the uniform.]
My name's Steve. Are you hurt?
[A quick look around to see if he can spot any of the first aid cabinets that are always hanging up in places like this.]
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[ Perhaps not by sight like this, Skye. But she's used to nonchalance with her vaguely stalkery oversight. Their loss for not paying closer attention to files and every available second of camera footage. Skye takes superheroes Very Seriously. ]
Okay. Okay, Skye, just — Calm down. [ She placates herself, drawing her hands back to a soothing, zen gesture down in front of her, palms spread. A deep breath later, she turns a more targeted gaze on him. Focus. Back to the mission. It's all very attentive, snappy field agent, pushing aside the fangirling. ]
So it was them. [ She says it like that must confirm every suspicion she's had. Concern mounts. ] This was HYDRA. It had to be, right?
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Nope, still freaking out.
He moves closer, watching, taking a deep breath with her. His own almost catches when she says the H-word.]
We don't know anything yet. [And he doesn't want to draw any conclusions.] How much do you know about them, anyway?
[Maybe she read about them on the internet after Natasha dumped everything there.]
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[ Baffled, her shoulders shrug forward, and she shakes her head. It feels like an overstatement, but all things considered? She knows as much as anyone. Ward, her father, Raina, Simmons, Morse, they'd all been inside of it. Between interrogating Bakshi, looking into Whitehall, and doubling down on digging into old SSR files, there wasn't a lot about HYDRA (as it exists now) that they aren't on top of—at least, she'd like to believe as much. ]
I had just joined SHIELD before they took it apart.
[ Her voice carries a sense of mournful loss with that. The family she'd finally found, torn apart in an instant. Her detest of HYDRA is visceral and unerring because as she saw it, they'd pulled the rug out from under her the very moment she'd thought she could put her feet up. ]
How much do you know about what HYDRA's been up to since the Triskelion fell? [ She pushes away from the check-in desk, folding her arms over her chest and getting straight to business. It's hard not to be excitable when she might very well have to brief Captain America on the HYDRA threat. (His arms, let the record show, are as super heroic in real life as they are on TV.) ]
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[Well, that certainly makes a good case for Hydra being involved with all of this. Steve's jaw clenches for a moment, just long enough for that little muscle twitch. Yeah, they'd done that to him too. A couple of times.]
I know they weren't entirely wiped out. [A few rats didn't go down with the ship, as Fury had put it. But it was enough that Steve thought he could focus on another mission, more personal. His brows draw together.] Why?
[And he's suddenly sorry he asked, hands going to his hips.]
They're trying to grow another head.
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[ As she continues her emphatic explanation, her expression deteriorates into something weirded out and a little disgusted. This metaphor is getting away from her. ]
Okay. Totally gross mental picture, but you get what I mean. They're not gone. Not by a long shot.
We started getting wind of a new up-and-comer, Daniel Whitehall. Except he wasn't new at all. This guy, he — [ Cut my mother to pieces, stole her life, turned my father into a monster. ] He served with Red Skull back in your day. Found a way to turn the clock back and make his geriatric ass—no offense, Cap—a problem for us all over again. He was chasing something called the Diviner, more alien tech for HYDRA to weaponize.
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And then, naturally, it actually does get worse. And for all the questions that Steve still has, there's one thing that's completely clear:]
We have to find a way out of this hotel.
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Enter: one spandexed crazy
[Do you feel eyes on you, Skye? Because this broad is watching you from her place against the wall, smirk on her red-black lips.]
Maybe if ya ring it another five times it'll make'a difference...
[Her tone is dry.]
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[ The jab comes sharply as she wheels around to look at Harley, sizing her up. Ok. Creepy. ]
What, are you entertainment or something?
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Hah! Spoken like a true comedian... Ya sure ya ain't the entertainment yerself, toots? [Nope, Harley doesn't appear to have taken any offense at all to the jab. She looks around the lobby at the rather motley crew that's assembled, expression sobering.] Nah... No idea what I'm doin' here. [Her blue gaze flits back to Skye and that genuinely amused grin returns.] I do know some killer knock-knock jokes, though!!
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[ Her hands drop on the edge of the counter behind her, and she leans back. The movement hunches her shoulders, betraying her discomfort as she studies Harley and tries to decide what to make of her. ]
So you just woke up here too? [ Feels like a reasonable conclusion to draw from the fact that she doesn't know why she's here either. ] Why the hell were you in a clown costume?
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[Where many of the other new arrivals are open in their confusion and discomfort, Harley seems to be taking it all rather in stride. She shifts her weight from one hip to the other, hand moving to rest upon it as she returns Skye's gaze evenly. She 'tssks' softly, shaking her head.]
There's always time for knock-knock jokes but, eh, poh-tay-tah...pah-tah-tah. [She swings her suitcase around and drops it at her feet and it sounds far heavier than just clothing, but Harley hadn't poked around in it yet. She nods at Skye's first question, tone nonchalant.]
I wasn't even asleep, ya know? Last thing I remember, Bat Broad was tryin' ta off yours truly. [She sniffs disdainfully.] Who knew she'd show up with Bats?! [She shrugs and moves onto the latter question without explaining any more than that.]
Ya mean this old thing? [She tugs at some of the spandex and is then smiling broadly again.] Because I'm the one an' only Harley Quinn. An' as Mistah J's right hand gal, I gotta be on top'a my fashion choices. [Then she turns and looks over her shoulder at Skye, grinning as she poses.] An' it makes my ass look great.
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