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

arrival

[taurohtar]

[After Tauriel settled her things in the room that has somehow been designated as hers, Tauriel had set off to explore, to try and find out what was going on, what had brought her here, where here was. She is not so unused to magic to write that out of the equation, but it has been a very long time since she spent any time with the wizards who passed through her forest, and even Gandalf hadn't been able to whisk her away from her post to deposit her somewhere else.

(Thinking of magic stronger than his unsettles her greatly, and so she tries not to think about it at all.)

There are people blundering out of doorways the same way she did just a few hours ago, but Tauriel avoids most of them, just as they seem intent to avoid her. In fact, she has almost made it safely away from the milling inhabitants of this strange place when someone calls out to her, a high, clear voice belonging to a young girl stopping her in her tracks. When she turns, long-ingrained habit has her bowing to the girl that had spoken to her, the girl's fine dress and delicate manners instantly marking her as someone high-born, perhaps a Lord's daughter, perhaps even a princess. Tauriel, well-used to royalty and those of noble birth, cannot help but duck her head respectfully to her as she bends slightly at the waist.]

My lady, I cannot. [Her hand settles at her hip, fruitlessly searching for the pommel of her dagger upon which to rest, and eventually she settles them both at her sides, standing with the stiff sort of posture of a soldier at attention.] My apologies. I find myself quite lost. I would that I could be of greater assistance. [It doesn't hurt to be kind to the lost human girl, for she looks as confused as Tauriel feels, and she has learned long ago that to be in the good graces of the rich and powerful is far better than the alternative.]

[pontificus]

[While having a woman act in this nature around her is not entirely what she is used to, her actions remind her much of how Micheletto acts around Cesare. It is jarring, but there is also a safety in it. This woman respects her position without knowing it entirely, and with that level of respect, in turn Lucrezia can relax minutely.

It is her kindness and her genuineness that shines through, and living a very sheltered life where people did just cater to her, she is not yet jaded enough to question why Tauriel seems eager to assist her. Lucrezia can use it, and so she gives her a graceful nod of her head, thankful for the offer.]

You are more than you may know. Instead perhaps we can venture together to see if there is some escape.

[taurohtar]

[Ah, finally, social interactions Tauriel is familiar with. The girl's bearing, the acknowledging bow of her head, even the cadence of her speech, is familiar enough to her to finally have her relax a portion, some of the stiffness leaving her shoulders as she smiles a little.]

That would be an excellent discovery, should we make it.

[Abruptly, she realizes she does not know who this girl is. Based on her interaction with other people in this inn — hotel, it is a hotel — she has a sinking feeling she is not from Middle Earth, but even so, Tauriel feels she must ask.]

I am Tauriel of the Greenwood, my lady. Might I inquire to whom I am speaking?

[pontificus]

Lady Lucrezia. [She holds off on her husband's name, not out of deceit, but she still does not know the loyalties of this place. The tall woman's name means nothing to her, and the place is foreign, but it is her demeanor which makes Lucrezia comfortable.]

Tis a pleasure, Tauriel of the Greenwood. Come, let us see what we can make of this place.

[To her it is foreign, but a guard beside her has her shoulders relaxing at least, knowing there is at least some protection. She advances down the hall in hopes of finding something, some answer to give them some idea of this strange place.]