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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

( she only recognizes it in a barebones fashion. she shrugs. )

It's some old 1920's silent film from - I think - Germany. It would be much less unsettling if it were playing in a place that didn't feel like one of the sets from the film itself.

It looks in good condition for how old it is. [the projector doesn't look high-tech at all, about as old-timey as everything in this hotel. like she's been send straight into the past, way way way before the earth died and was reborn again.]

Mmhm. ( lydia has very little interest in the projector's age or condition. ) What I'd really like to know is why this place seems completely deserted, but this thing is still running. Wh this object, this movie, in particular?

[it's not something that calls her attention any more than everything else in this staffless hotel calls to her attention -- and the hotel itself; they definitely don't have those where she comes from unless they're buried under jungle now -- but the projector is just one of those things raven gets. it's something she could pick apart, something she could use for parts and reshape into something new, something useful.

only right now, she hasn't figured out the what. she's allowing herself distractions, and that's already bad enough.] Shitty taste in movies? It fits the dècor?

Did you get here just now, too?

( she can't help laughing. this girl has sass. reminds her a little bit of allison, actually. ow. emotions. lydia cants her head to the side and studies the screen as the freakish looking, never-seen-a-beach-in-his-life creepazoid stalks the pretty girl with too-dark lipstick. ) Valid answers. Possibly even true. It also ups the level of discomfort. It's the kind of movie that takes skin-crawl to the next level, given the general atmosphere.

( then she sighs. ) About an hour ago, if I had to guess. I haven't actually found any clocks around to check the time.

Maybe they're aiming at a metaphor -- whoever Generous is, maybe they're out to suck our...blood. [her face grows a little pale by the end, the parallels between that and the mountain men too big not to consider. she tries to shake it off, but not completely.]

Hi, I'm Raven.

Um - I'll pass on having my blood sucked. I've dealt with enough biting in the last couple of years to last me a lifetime. ( leaving that open ended, like a boss. )

Lydia. How are you handling all of this? You're not injured, right? I met someone who looked pretty beat up.

Seriously? [back up to the part where you're all used to biting? is that a sexy kind of biting or does she have to worry about cannibalism now? yeah she's going to worry about cannibalism now.

she shakes her head quickly, as if to say 'don't worry about it'. there are faint bruises and scrapes, and the brace on her leg, but that's just another day on the ground for you.] I'm fine.

As a heart attack. ( sorry, raven. trauma unit 001 here, and the biting isn't the kind that ends in wet sheets, either. sucks a lot. she won't drop the word 'werewolf' just yet, though. easing into it bruh. easing in. ) Good. That's a relief. At least some of us are in decent physical shape. Still doesn't explain where we are, or how we got here, but it's a start. Do you have any medical experience? Maybe we could set up a place where the injured can be treated... ( BLUH BLUH BLUH )

[actually you know what, that 'decent physical shape' has raven directing a very weird look at lydia, then looking pointedly at the brace wrapped around her left leg. decent her left foot.

she shakes her head.] I'm not the medic.

( 'NAH I'M OK' does not equal LEG BRACE, but she assumes that raven has a good idea of her pain threshold. she's just rollin' with the punches. ) Do you know someone here who is?

I know someone who is. [The Griffin women, Jackson. Unfortunately --] But none of them here.

Oh. ( well that poses a problem. ) I've read a lot of medial textbooks and I'm very good with chemistry, if push comes to shove. But I've never had any experience with setting bones, or suturing... ( she makes a disgusted face ) wounds... You know. The actual part that involves poking flesh.

Chemistry makes us good at making bombs, not stitching people up. [there, have that subtle little jewel dropped into your lap, murmured pensively to herself.]

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

aight we good we good

we super fly

i feel really sorry for raven right now she is in old crusty tech hell

yeah but she'll make it better faster stronger cuter

you should change her journal title to that on the real

agreed

xoxoxooooo ♥

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