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

[hacker]

Yeah, this lanky kid. White, probably 16 or 17.

[ Moving to the stairwell, she pushes the door open before glancing back at him. Her worry is apparent, even if she doesn't give voice to her concerns. He's a rocket scientist, and he can't fix an elevator? Sure, he's been having a rough go of it lately, but still, she ... She didn't realize it was still this bad. After what happened with the bus, she'd hoped ... ]

Thinking he might be brainwashed. It seemed like he was under duress to keep his mouth shut on anything useful.

[technologist]

[ Super descriptive. The brainwashed comment cuts off any sarcastic response, though, earning a quick glance. ]

Brainwashed. As in HYDRA?

[ Like Simmons, nearly. Things he's absolutely not going to think about right now, because he's not entirely sure what to think about it at all. There's been no sign of her, yet, but where they'd been before this wasn't exactly better. ]

[hacker]

Well, he wasn't Mr. Happy-to-Comply like Gill, but it'd fit, right? [ She hunches her shoulders, welcoming supposition. ] They were the only ones in San Juan with us.

[technologist]

Yeah. Maybe. [ It makes sense. More sense than he'd like it to, honestly, but at least it's based on something familiar. Fitz goes quiet as if he's mulling the information over, although a few seconds later— ] Have you eaten anything?

[hacker]

What? No. [ She shrugs, brow furrowing like it didn't occur to her. ] Kind of distracted by the big steaming pile of kidnapping here. [ Because surely they won't be around long enough to have to eat their food ............. ]

[technologist]

[ Which is fair enough, and maybe he's being kind of defeatist by assuming they won't get out of here before they starve. Unfortunately, that's sort of where his head's at. ]

Yeah, but— I mean, it's already been an hour or two, and we haven't heard anything on the network that's any sort of helpful.

[ He gives a shrug, mildly apologetic. ]

[hacker]

[ Usually, Skye isn't so reluctant to admit when Fitz has a point. But then, usually, their friends aren't in total, natural-disaster-levels of danger and injured. Up until this point, it's never occurred to her to stop trying to find them, to stop trying to get back to them for even a minute, but—

But the day she's had is catching up to her, and it's catching up to Fitz too. She presses her tongue between her lips, thoughtful, then turns toward the room labeled for dining. ]

Let's see what's around. [ But when she steps over and pulls, the doors are still locked. ]

[technologist]

[ Well, that's disappointing. After staring at the locked door for a moment: ]

There isn't any popcorn, either. [ In the screening room, he means. He checked. ] I was watching, by the way. The network. To see if anyone turned up, but...

[ Nothing, as she very well knows. ] That's probably our best bet, yeah? I mean, assuming everyone's got free access to it.

[ Which he's hoping is the case. The alternative is that their people are here and don't have access, for some reason, and that isn't a pleasant thought. ]

[hacker]

Fitz ...

[ She softens, giving the impression that she wants to break news of some sort to him, but as she turns towards him, she stumbles on the figurative dismount. Her lips press together, and she rethinks it. ]

... I'm sure they're out there looking for us now. [ And not dead in the bottom of some temple in San Juan thanks to her stupid idea to go down there. Stupid, stupid, stupid. ]

[technologist]

Yeah.

[ The agreement is quick, if not overly enthusiastic. He turns around to give the rest of the lobby a once-over; it's quiet. Still no staff, nobody at the desk. ]

Maybe we should get back to the rooms.

/ wrap

[hacker]

[ It's the silence that does it, makes it obvious that neither of them have complete faith in what they're agreeing on. If they want out of this, they'll have to get themselves out. She reaches out to clap a hand on Fitz's shoulder, nodding her agreement and striking out back up the stairs with him. ]