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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.
lydia "why is this my life???" martin ; open!
( ᴍᴀɪɴ ʟᴏʙʙʏ )
( ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ + ғɪʀsᴛ ғʟᴏᴏʀ ʜᴀʟʟᴡᴀʏ )
lobby!!
It's when he heads back to the lobby that he finds, first, an abandoned suitcase. Mainstream media has him conditioned to approach it slowly, until he sees the familiar name on the tag.
He picks it up without hesitation, head whipping around to seek out its owner.
And when he spots her just standing there, hand pressed to the curtain, he doesn't say anything. Instead, he wordlessly approaches and reaches out.
And this is how they can be found: Scott holding her suitcase in one hand, Lydia's free hand in the other, waiting for her to come back. Patient but protective, shooting anyone unfamiliar that approaches them looks of warning. ]
prays 4 teen wolves in dis game
Please tell me that you're actually Scott and I'm not hallucinating you.
prays with
But rather than draw back from her, Scott rubs his thumb over her knuckles, apologetic for startling her but trying to soothe her from the obvious strain that she's already under. It only makes him want to get them out of here faster, so that they might not learn whatever whispers in the rain that she was picking up on. ]
You hear anything?
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Nothing I can actually suss out, unfortunately. It just like -- it's static. The way a radio sounds when it's between stations. Once in awhile there's a blip of something else, but not long enough or loud enough to get a grip on.
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Can I help you, ma'am?
[While she was taken with the rain, the Nogitsune had wandered back to its sometimes new favorite place to haunt. She's the first of the Beacon Hills group that he's met, a test run so to speak. The question now is how to handle this, what opening gambit to make in this game.]
[And, of course, why change what's been working for it so far?]
[It keeps all expression except for polite disinterest on its face, a bland look that holds no recognition of her. Acting always had been one of its best used methods.]
There a problem with one of the windows? I can make a note for one of our repairmen to fix it tomorrow. Can't have the hotel falling into disrepair with so many new arrivals.
dis gun b gud
unfortunately for him, she's seen you before, too much, too many times. but then there was the boy who she thought was stiles, and wasn't... she withdraws a foot or two, concern written all over her. )
No. There's no problem at all. ( her eyes narrow. perhaps she can bait him out. ) You don't sleep much, do you?
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Sleep, ma'am? Not much of that to be found here at the Hotel California. While I thank you for your concern, we staff are here for your convenience, not ours. My name is Stiles. Is everything so far to your liking?
[That polite bland look remains, nothing more than a professional making sure the guests are comfortable. Then again, this is a creature that can cry on command.]
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You are not Stiles. ( the nogitsune is not as unrecognizable as he likes to think. lydia would not soon forget the reason her best friend is a corpse. her tone is a harsh whisper. ) What are you doing here? ( she almost asks how he got free from them, but she thinks better of it. she'll play into his hands for the time being. carefully, though. carefully. if he's managed to break free and take stiles again, he's twice as dangerous as before )
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[It is a mild puzzlement that the Nogitsune displays now, staring back at her in the same way people do a muttering crazy person on the street. There is a small drawing back of itself from her, putting a few more inches of distance between them.]
I'm afraid I don't understand. I've always been here. Our concierge, Mr Argent, was called away this evening, but he will return in the morning. It's the storm, you see. [It gestures to the rainy windows] There are lines down and most of the other staff was unable to make it. Perhaps after a good night's sleep, you can speak to him. He's sure to be able to answer any questions you may have that I cannot.
[Its head tilts to the side, still not seeming sure what to think of her and her manner. Inside, the creature is more amused than anything.]
Will that be satisfactory?
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Do you think I'm stupid? Or that I've forgotten you? ( she speaks in a harsh whisper now, leaned in close, because stirring up mass chaos would just get him all hot and bothered. ) Nogitsune. You're void. Did you hit your head when you woke up? ( she'll just. provoke it. that's the smart thing to do, right? he's the reason allison is dead. as far as she's concerned, goading him is a way to start toward revenge. ) How. Are. You. Here?
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Again, I am sorry, but we haven't met before, ma'am. You've only recently arrived, and I've always been here.
[It considers for a moment before breaking into a smile without emotion behind it.]
Perhaps you have mistaken me for one of your fellow guests. He seemed as surprised as I was about how alike we looked. It isn't often guests drawn weapons on me. It was quite the thing for me. I did suggest to management that we ask guests to leave those before they check in next time.
[The creature shakes its head, visibly unsettled by that memory before regaining the professional manner it had before.]
We have never met before. I'm sorry.
[For a few brief seconds, the creature does look truly grieved although whether by that or something else? Who knows.]
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lobby/window
--Lil--[on his lips and he doesn't even finish the word because one good look at her, and he knows it isn't her. It's not Lily.]
Shit, sorry. Sorry. Thought you were someone else.
dat username dat icon dese feels
You started to call me by my name, though. Are you all right?
#sealclapping
You're Lily too? Weird.
[But not his Lily, and that's who he's really looking for.]
My wife, you look a lot like her from behind. Which-- okay sounds a bit perverted. It's not! I'm worried. That's all. You haven't seen another bird with the same hair and same name apparently around have you?
oh my god what are you though
trash. im just trash
[Okay Potter, just stop. You are cooler than this. You need to stop talking about Lily's arse and move on.]
Pleasure to meet you, Lydia. I'm James.
it's ok so am i and you can totally drop this/handwave if you need to bc it's almost a month old lol
( she offers a hand for him to shake. ) Did you just wake up here?
( ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ )
turning his attention to the doorways, derek makes his way down the hall, peering into any open rooms.
two recognizable faces so far. why not make it a hat trick.
it's like he manifests it. one minute, he thinks he may find someone he knows and there she is, going through her suitcase.
allison is alive. scott's okay. he manages a real smile. lydia seems like she's in one piece ]
Find anything interesting?
screams
Not yet. The rain sounds like radio static on a concert amp, the movie that's playing is creepy and weird, and there's not a single living person who hasn't just woken up on the floor. You?
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