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

[trepidations]

Er. Yeah, I am. I don't know what that place is.

[ He shrugs a little bit, thankful that she is certainly not as terrifying as she just was. ] It's... a hotel? I mean, I don't know where it is anymore than you do. I was one place, then woke up here.

[ Now he almost feels like he should hug her, or touch her arm or something, what with how small her voice seems. But he keeps his distance for now. ]

[wickedlyable]

((Yeah, if he touches her, she'll probably go ballistic. Keeping his distance is for the best.

After all, even with this simple of a response, she's still snapping at him.)) Yeah, I know that, idiot. But obviously it's not just any normal hotel, considering both of us have never heard the place that the other came from.

[trepidations]

[ It's okay, he's not that stupid. He won't be touching anyone. ]

Well, yeah, but I don't think anyone else knows anything different. A bunch of people here are... from other places. But no one knows why. [ He had thought maybe it was a plot from the death eaters in his world, but it's becoming more and more clear it's not. ]

[wickedlyable]

... that's fucked up. This is all really fucked up. ((She seems to be talking to herself more than him, scanning the room another time.)) If this isn't Snow, then who's doing this? Who would want anything to do with us?

[trepidations]

Yeah, I.... I wondered the same thing. It's not like we're from the same places, or... or have much in common. So I don't know.

[ He wishes he did, though, but there doesn't seem to be any real answer to anything here. ]

[wickedlyable]

((She can't help groaning. This is just fucking frustrating.)) There's not much we can do about that besides scouring the hell out of this place and interrogating the staff when they show up.

[trepidations]

I guess so. Though I don't think I'd want to go meeting the staff of a place like this. No way of telling what they'll be or... or what they'll do. As if they've not already done enough, really.

[ It's frustrating and a little unnerving. How are they supposed to get any real rest in a place like this? How are they supposed to get out? ]