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

[greenies]

[ he pulls his arm back when the girl touches him, almost immediately, half out of reflex and half out of instinct. thomas has a hard time trusting people touching him, especially random strangers calling him by different names. he stares at her for a second, brows furrowing together, before he shakes his head. ]

Sorry. What the shuck's a Stiles?

[amplified]

( lydia's hand withdraws about as quickly as the stilesalike's arm does. clearly she's made a terrible mistake, though she's not sure how. she could have sworn... he's the spitting image. bloodier. and maybe a little more like he's been hitting the gym. but... lydia shakes her head, pressing her lips into a firm line and averting eye contact. )

A friend. I could've sworn -- you look just like him. Sorry. ( she looks him over, and her lips turn downward. ) ... Are you hurt?

[greenies]

It's okay. I guess he's not here? [ thomas watches the girl a little warily for a second, not sure if he's willing to acquiesce his tense posture; he's only known two girls in his remembered life. one of them kissed him and disappeared, and the other threatened him within an inch of his life and generally terrified him a little.

so. girls. ]

What? Oh--no. I just got shot. [ very, very nonchalantly. ] But...they patched me up, I guess, so I'm okay now.

[amplified]

Maybe not. I'm not sure... People keep showing up. He still could, I guess. ( girls are very hard and lydia is a pretty flower of cute adorable precious badass. she leans in a little closer to look at the filth and residual gore. )

"I just got shot" - ( she says it with a sarcastic, humorous tone, and it's followed by clipped laughter. ) You say that like it happens all the time. Are you sure you're okay?