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.

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[The Nogitsune gets an unimpressed look when it tries to carry on with it's lie, the archangel simply putting hands on his hips and waiting for the other to finish. He doesn't mind anyone trying to pull the wool over his eyes, hell he's doing that to everyone even now. But carrying on when the gig is up is just boring and dull.]

Oh, crap. My bad then right?

[If the kid had a hotel uniform it would have actually made some small impact.] Alright sorry about that. Could you just do me a favor and open the window in my room? It's stuck and won't work.

[That look comes right back to Gabriel although tempered with the cordial nature it's trying to put forward. One flaw in its game isn't terribly bad but foxes are notorious loners. Unlike wolves, trusting others or bringing them into their plans isn't something they ever consider.]

Due to the rainstorm we've been having lately, the wood around most of the windows has swelled to where opening them is impossible. I am sorry. We can't have the carpets getting soggy here in the Hotel California. Our water extractor has been sent out for repairs.

Is there anything else... I'm sorry, you said your name was Jordan Parrish?

[Those empty black eyes settle back on Gabriel. Worse to worst, it prefers to adapt the automaton state. Gabriel wouldn't be the first that it has tried to convince that it's the puppet with someone else pulling the strings with it trying to rebel when it can.]

[Hmm. Not bad. This one can at least think on his feet, but the fact remains that Gabriel isn't buying it. Staff didn't feel the need to sneak around for starters, he would have knocked on the door and that would have been it. And that was before the spiel that was going on.

The name thing is completely out of the blue. Who Jordan Parrish was he would never know, Gabriel staring at the fox, still unimpressed. Like he's going to fall for that and drop his name.]

Maybe it is and maybe it isn't. Or you could just ask my name like any normal being. Let's be real here, there's nothing normal about you and I'm not even sure why you thinking keeping the act up is going to help you when you've been busted.

[With that Gabriel puts the chair back by the table, though this time merely with a flap of his hand and some telekinesis. At least he got to keep that, the rest though... Well, the Nogitsune should just be glad it really isn't hotel staff.]

[The creature's head turns to the side as the chair zips back under the table. For now it is playing the game, having a good time. In a few days when the hotel realizes what it has been doing, it may be for real.]

[But, that thought hasn't crossed the Nogitsune's mind yet. A tiny bit of a smile comes to its face, looking remarkably like a human child caught stealing from the cookie jar and now has to answer for it.]

I can assure you that I have passed for 'normal' far more than I have not. That is rather impressive. How did you do that?

[A hand reaches out to touch on the chair, tilt it a little to see if there were wires.]

[Gabriel can't help the grin on his face when the kid starts to check the chair, not at all making a move as he lounges against the wall. Really now, maybe he shouldn't be giving this one so much shit for faking it when he won't be throwing his own name out there any time soon.

The archangel tilts his head to one side, looking to the rest of the world like he's watching someone with a fond expression. In reality he's keeping a close eye on the nogitsune, looking for anything that would give the other's species or identity away.]

Telekinesis. Easy peasy.

[The Nogitsune has seen the work of witches before, and that is about all it can equate Gabriel too. The only other option is another spirit, and Gabriel doesn't have the smell of one of them. It nods slowly to his words, giving the chair yet another once over. Foxes trust no one but themselves.]

That's quite impressive. Can you do that to anything or only chairs? Are you a witch?

[There is no fear in the creature as it approaches a little closer to Gabriel, stopping just short of grabbing range. It is a wild creature after all.]

You don't smell like a spirit.

[Curiosity. It's a terrible thing for a fox.]

I can do it to whatever I want, with whatever I want. That's the beauty of it. If I wanted to bounce you up and down some stairs, then there'd be nothing to stop me.

[The idea that he's a witch gets a laugh, Gabriel folding his arms and shaking his head. He hasn't been called that in forever and it usually came before him making a quick exit to avoid being burned at the stake.]

I'm not a witch, and I'm not a spirit. And you're starting to run out of options. If I feel nice I might let you know if you're getting warmer or colder.

[Curiosity and confusion in equal measures meet Gabriel's words, both clear on the Nogitsune's face. It is rare that it encounters something or someone that doesn't fall into either of those categories. There is nothing it can think of that is beyond those. The laugh only serves to confuse it further since there is no cruelty or making fun of it in those tones.]

Not a witch. Not a spirit. But able to affect me.

[The creature scratches its head in a too human show of not understanding. Its former host had left a mark on it even if the Nogitsune denied it.]

Warmer or colder. Oh yes. [A game! This the Nogitsune understands and greets eagerly.] A magic user then? A priest?

[Oh now he has the kid's attention, and Gabriel ca see that curiosity notch up at the mention of making it a game. So definitely something similar to a trickster perhaps, but definitely not one. This one was too nervous, and most of the tricksters in the world were more brazen and defiant than anything. That or Gabriel just brought the worst out in them.

Brown eyes glint in amusement at the idea of a priest being a magic user. And despite saying he would mention hot or cold, Gabriel is going to neatly mentally sidestep that one. Being stuck in a place was one thing, but people finding out his identity? That had gotten him shivved in the first place.]

Cold. I'm obligated to ask just what kind of priests you know that are magic users.

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