checkingout | 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.

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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[ for fucks sake. it seems like whenever he wants to be alone, people find him even on accident. it's all to easy to be annoyed, thanks to the lovely gift from the crocodile, and his hand tenses, open and closed. he doesn't recognize the man that nearly swung into his room, and narrows eyes at him for a moment, but forces the overreaction down. ]

Right. [ he needs a drink. christ he needs a drink. at least his flask is still tucked in his pocket, and he fishes it out. ] If you were hoping for an exit, it isn't here. [ the room reflects that he's torn it apart looking. seems to just be a normal, dull hotel room. ]

[For a brief, irrational moment, he's reminded of Bones when they first met. Maybe it's the flask, or the way that this guy just looks irritated as fuck to even be near him or the perpetual look of not having shaved in a few days.]

I believe you. [Not judging but wow look at the mess. A man after his own determined heart.]

I'm Jim Kirk, by the way.

[ a shot does make him a little less cross, but christ he's not going to have many of those left. he needs to find a goddamn bar or he's going to go utterly mad.

the introduction is a bit out of place but this is a day of oddities, isn't it? why not introduce yourself to the man you just randomly happened upon in a trashed inn room? ] Killian Jones. I don't recognize you.

[ seems like an off the wall statement but the pirate is still adjusting to the fact he's not in storybrooke anymore. it's still odd to see faces he doesn't recognize. ]

What a coincidence, I don't recognize you either.

[Sorry Hook but you can't shake him that easily. If anything, Kirk just looks amused by him now and once Jim Kirk finds you funny, he clings like a leech.]

You got anything left in that?

[ pretty much everyone looks like they're dressed strangely to Hook, but this Jim is dressed even stranger than most he finds. he's starting to get the sense that they're not trapped with a bunch of Storybrookers, a very late realization.

he was trying to think of a way to tell the fellow to sod off (probably not nicely) when he goes and inquires about his rum. surprisingly enough, the pirate manages a huff of a laugh. ]

If I did, I don't see why that'd help you. [ he generally only shares his rum with pretty blonde saviors and well, Kirk is blonde but it's debatable on the other two.

still, they're all trapped, why not? he offers it halfheartedly. ] No time like the present, is there? [ if any situation required drinks, it's this one. ]

[Successsssss!

Kirk says a quick 'cheers' as he takes the flask from him and takes a drink. Best friends forever, that's how it started with Bones. Only Kirk's not actually looking to stick around here long enough to make friends like that but he appreciates Killian all the same for sharing.]

Where you from, Killian?

[ he's not making you a bracelet, Kirk, he's just not. still, sharing a drink is a good way to get to know someone. the pirate's favorite, most of the time. he just wishes he had more drink to share, because when his supply is gone it's gone.

where is he from... he had to ask a question the pirate can't rightly answer. ] I was in the realm of Maine, before I was here. [ not quite the same but close enough. he eyes Kirk's out outfit again before lifting a brow. ] And you?

[Kirk gives him a weird look for the way he phrased that. 'The realm of Maine'. Who talks like that?

And what's wrong with his outfit??? This gold is majestic and clashes horribly with his hair and that's awesome.]

We were by a planet called M19 before I woke up here. Not very original, I agree. The surface was just as boring too.

[ pirates that have never been introduced to states talk like that, Kirk. there has not been time in all the magical shenanigans of Storybrooke to give Hook a geography lesson.

and wait, did he say planet? now, planets were a fairly foreign concept in the Enchanted Forest, but what little was known was discovered by astronomers. and a former navigator? they tend to know a bit about astronomy. ]

You were on a different planet? How could you possibly get there? [ dull name or not, that sounds fascinating to Hook. he's sailed seas before, never stars. ]

With a starship?

[So his new friend is pre-space travel and he's (maybe?) wrecking the Prime Directive right now. Again. Although, he's pretty sure he can't get into trouble for this one. At least Killian seems to speak English and wears.. you know. Clothes not a toga.]

I'm going to guess you haven't heard of Starfleet before.

[ yes, very pre-space travel! or, actually, he'd been to a world with it, he'd just never heard of it before. still, the prime directive was probably safe. a captain of sorts himself, and a fan of the stars, it was impossible to look at them and not wonder what the heavens might be like.

and apparently, this Kirk had sailed them. ]

A ship that sails stars. [ the Jolly Roger had flown a time or two, but that was not the same as actually being in space. the absolute wonderment in his tone is not befitting the situation, but it's a welcome reprieve, even if it lasts a moment. ] No, can't say I have.

[That's close enough. Kirk isn't going to correct him about how the Enterprise works. The warp core will probably just confuse him more.]

It's.. not really important. Okay, it is but in the... future. So not.. important to you. It's a military operation. That... operates in space.

[Go figure.]

Maybe if you're lucky I'll show you sometime.

[anything involving space travel will probably confuse him, but well, he's used to that. the modern world is strange enough, don't get him started on a future world.

still, the idea pleases him. that one day people will sail more than just the ocean. it's a nice thought, and a pleasant break from the current stress of the situation. ]

I gave you a drink, mate, I think you owe me.

[ one of these things is not like the other, but nobody ever said a pirate can't have unrealistic expectations. ]

[Kirk just laughs and takes another swig from the flask before he hands it back over. Now it's even. Two drinks for a trip on a starship. Totally equal.]

Yeah, you got yourself a deal, Killian.

sit yourself down, and meet the best inn keeper in town ( O P E N )

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