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checkingout2015-04-05 11:21 am
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Entry tags:
- ! arrival,
- alec lightwood,
- cissie king-jones,
- clara oswald,
- clarke griffin,
- clint barton,
- coraline jones,
- darcy lewis,
- harry hart,
- haymitch abernathy,
- helen magnus,
- jace herondale,
- jim kirk,
- kara palamas (agent 33),
- killian jones,
- leo fitz,
- mr. gold,
- neal cassidy,
- peeta mellark,
- peter pettigrew,
- phil coulson,
- robert capa,
- steve rogers,
- tim drake
master of the house, quick to catch your eye (OPEN)
Who: Everyone!
Where: The initial arrival rooms, the main lobby, all over the place.
When: April 5rd
What: Welcome, newbies + happy Easter eggs.
Where: The initial arrival rooms, the main lobby, all over the place.
When: April 5rd
What: Welcome, newbies + happy Easter eggs.
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 an empty, ashy fireplace, to your right is a lobby desk. straight ahead are three large sets of doors, all three of them thrown wide open and welcoming. and outside the few (curtained, permanently dark) windows is the continually steady hiss of rain. once you leave the hallway you wake up in, you won't be able to return.
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. there is, however, a pad of paper and a pen neatly aligned with the desk edge. you know. for notes.
terribly sorry for the inconvenience.
SCREENING ROOM.
on a long pull-down screen, a silent version of the cabinet of dr. caligari 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 music.
along the curtained windows is another long table, with a large bowl of caramel corn and a large hot drink dispenser full of hot water, with a few cups and some old looking packages of hot chocolate mix.
BALLROOM.
the third set of grand doors have been thrown wide to reveal a brightly lit, festively decorated ball room. all across the polished wood floor, all over the tables and chairs around the edge of the room, under the curtains, in the corners, hiding in the shadows, and behind the doors, characters will find:
easter eggs.
plastic easter eggs filled with jellybeans and chocolates, real eggs dip dyed and rolled in glitter; foil wrapped chocolate eggs, sugar eggs with little diaramas in the middle. there will be novelty plastic easter bunny rings sprinkles about, and general little plastic childrens toys. there will be plastic and paper easter basket grass sprinkled all over, and upbeat ambiance music intended to excite.
by the front door will be basket for people to use in their quest to collect the hundreds of eggs scattered all over the room. a sign on the floor invites them to "take one" in curvy handwritted script.
but there's no sign to warn that — some of these eggs?
are going to explode in your face.
( event details. )
OTHER.
the ballroom is currently open, and the grand doors locked.
there is no main door leading to the outside, good luck trying to find one.
the doors to the courtyard and breakfast hall are unlocked, food is currently being served. a lot of it is candy.
ROOMS.
EGGSISTING GUESTS.
you've a room key with your assigned room number on it. all the new guest residences will be located on floors four. 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'll 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.
EGGSISTING GUESTS.
happy easter, kids.
BALLROOM. EGGS.
He's been out of gummi bears for weeks.
Time to grab a basket and start looking for eggs.]
FUCK YEAH
Okay maybe since last Easter but shhh.
Coraline is gleefully searching for eggs, because honestly, who wouldn't, and when she runs into Tim she grins.]
How many you got so far?
SUGAR HIGH FOR LIFE
YAAAAS
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EXPLODING EGG TIME IS GO. OTA.
But not today. Cissie's learned to take any potentially pleasant activity the hotel offers and run with it. And today, she will happily act like the teenage girl she appears to be, and start filling that basket with eggs. She's never seen so man, and certainly not this many kinds. It's different, and fun, and the candy is a pleasant change from oatmeal.
Eventually she realizes that her basket is full almost to overflowing, but looking at it, she thinks she can fit a few more in there. It's not like there's a shortage of eggs, or that most of them are even hidden, but she's still enjoying herself. She spots an egg under the corner of a curtain nearby, and leans down to pick it up.
It feels different than the other eggs, but that's about all she has the time to notice as she begins to straighten up. The egg in her hand quite literally explodes as she's holding it. The next thing she knows, she's on the ground.
[ooc: Feel free to run into Cissie before she finds her exploding egg, too! She won't be the first to find one, but she won't have realized others are getting hurt. So she'll be egg hunting for a while, and enjoying herself. Also feel free to find her and fuss at her after. ANYTHING GOES.]
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"Sorry, please, have at it," he gestures to the egg.
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LMFAO FUCK IGNORE ME PLEASE
Mostly.
He's not inhuman enough to turn the other way when he finds a girl on the ground, scorched and obviously hurt and it's Cissie, he realizes after a moment. Kneeling down next to her.
"Don't move. Not yet."
WELL DONE MELLY BELLY i saw nothing of course
i am ashamed
now i am shamed. so late. :c
LATER. IN RECOVERY.
Re: LATER. IN RECOVERY.
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I promised this ages ago, I'm so sorry
no worries!! I've been slow and sick myself c:
<33 I swear I'm getting back to things now.
<333! no worries ever! I will backtag until the end of time. c:
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Grant Ward | OTA
egg hunt;
[Ward's waiting for someone to laugh but he's never been one to shirk free resources. Ever. In any capacity. So he begins shoving things in one of the baskets provided. Most of them are real eggs wrapped in glitter but he's figuring that downstairs there might be some of the chocolate ones.
He's kneeling on the floor in the lobby when something twinges in his side and he puts a hand, showing actual pain.
He doesn't think anyone's watching really.
If you want to grab the egg he was trying to grab however that's a horse of a different color. He might have quite a few things to say.]
breakfast;
[It's all chocolate. Chocolate and a couple of other things, very little fruit, very little actual food and he's trying to decide what that might mean.
That's why his breakfast (eggs, two pieces of bacon, and toast) is congealing while he stares unnaturally intently at the tables overflowing with food.]
egg hunt;
He nearly falls over Grant, staggering past him just before actually kicking the injured man. It doesn't help that he looks like he's already fallen because of pain, perhaps. ]
I appreciate the freedom we have to sit wherever we please, but I'm thinking you really should look at your options. This isn't a good one.
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egg hunt!
crying. steve.
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egg hunt;
Re: egg hunt;
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sexual abuse tw/mention
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egg hunt.
Re: egg hunt.
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ballroom/egg hunt;
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Mind if I eat with you? [ because it's polite to ask ]
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eggs!
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ota
[This is becoming a serious habit of his apparently. The month rolls over, the movie changes, and there's more and different popcorn and Jim Kirk settles himself in to hoard it. Enjoy it. Same thing honestly.
Feel free to bug him.]
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he looks skeptically in his fellow captain's direction but doesn't bother him immediately, in lieu of poking around at the table. the hot chocolate packets are odd to him, yet he recognizes the drink. it's something Emma likes, and therefore he has not even an ounce of shame in taking it. maybe he can surprise her with it later.
it's only after that that he spares Kirk a warm welcome. )
What on earth is that?
( more candy? it was everywhere lately. )
EASTER EGGS AAAW YISS
Because okay the breakfast stuff is okay, but it's been weeks alright, and if they're going to offer her candy she's going to make sure she's got enough to last.
Her basket already has a lot of eggs in it, but she is in her element.
She darts and scoots underneath a chair, pulling out an egg.]
Ha!
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[She's smiling, her tone cheerful. But underneath, she's worried. The girl isn't a child but she's young, probably not much more than half her age. And Clara's already realized some of the eggs are exploding.]
Want some help?
[It's the easiest solution she can think of in the moment. Maybe she can at least halve the girl's chances of getting hurt, and not have to scare her in the process. If she'd even listen to a warning about the eggs' dangers; she's still a kid.]
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ota
BALLROOM: PRE-EGGSPLOSION
BALLROOM: POST-EGGSPLOSION
FRONT DESK. to make eggsplosions worse. c:
She heads out, intending to check out what's going on. On her way, she spots Clarke hovering by the front desk and, well. It's rude not to say hi.]
Thinking of leaving a strongly worded letter?
a gajillion years later
a gajillion is a good number!
Pre-Eggsplosion!
years later, i'm sorry!!!
it's okay!!!!
post-eggsplosion;
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Harry Hart | Ballroom | Eggsy & Open
"...this is actually very useful to us."
He and Eggsy are picking their way around the ballroom, eyeing up the display that's been left for them.
"I was told about flowers and gifts in the month before we arrived, and it made me wonder, but...I think we can safely assume now that this is April by the hotel's calendar, and it speaks to something that the management adhere to a calendar we'd recognise. Happy Easter, Eggsy."
So dry. He reaches for one egg, holding it at arm's length, somewhat cautious - it's plastic. And, it emerges, filled with what appear to be peanut M&Ms. This may yet be a good thing. Though he's made his peace with the lack of variety in their food, a little change might be nice, even in the form of cheap confectionery. (And cheap confectionery keeps better. He has very little confidence in magically replenishing anything. Having been previously kept prisoner by haphazard jailers, he adheres to the 'eat half, store half' rule.)
Much more careless is the way he picks up the next egg. Expecting it to be harmless. Like an idiot.
There's something that happens too fast for him to register - a spark of ignition, a violent split in the shell - but it gives him a fraction of a second to jerk his body away, reflexively shielding Eggsy from the explosion. The flash is a violent phosphorus white; the noise deafens him, briefly, so all he can hear is a high-pitched ringing.
For a moment he's just dazed, floating.
Then reality reasserts itself, and the hurt becomes a known quantity. There's tiny points of pain - shrapnel, he'd guess - punctuating his right cheek and the side of his neck. His vision is still blurry.
"Shit. Fucking - idiot," he mutters to himself, hand hovering over his face where he instinctively feels pressure would help but intellectually knows he'll just be grinding the shrapnel into the wounds.
[Open]
Harry Hart, Walking Wounded, Part 3 of Too Goddamned Many, Probably.
After a short turn in his bathroom spent picking shrapnel out of his cheek with a pair of tweezers, he's back in the ballroom. One side of his face looks like something exploded at it. The bleeding has mostly stopped but the shockwave bruising has started to rise and he just looks awful, really.
He's in his suit now, moving around the ballroom, playing minesweeper: that is, prodding the various eggs with the tip of his open umbrella.
He knows it looks ridiculous but if he can spare a couple of people from losing an eye then that's more than worth the small cost to his dignity.
Open.
...You gotta sit on them if you want them to turn into chicks.
Re: Open.
Re: Open.
Ward not Grant^, I am bad at surnames sigh
He's called Ward so often that may as well be his first name.
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Open
Re: Open
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He steps in, slowly, and reaches down to pick up one of the eggs. It... looks harmless enough but you can never be sure with these things.]
Never expected a kidnapping to come with festivities.
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Well it isn't your average kidnapping, is it?
[She seems a bit cheerful for the circumstances, even as she takes a healthy step away from him and nods toward the egg he's in the process of picking up.]
I'd be careful with those, if I were you.
[Not that she hasn't amassed her own little collection, but she thinks it's only fair to warn him. Poor man doesn't know what he's gotten himself into yet, does he?]
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I'M SO LATE just lmk if you want to handwave instead!!
You're never late. And I love backtagging.
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[She’s not happy. Waking up in a strange place on a floor and finding a suit case was strange. She has a room. She has her things, and then some, but she also had a bad attitude to all of this situation. She’s lost her counterpart, her weapon and apparently she has a blank in her memory, which bothers her more, because she doesn’t remember showing up here. Kidnapping? Oh no, so she’s pissed.]
In her suitcase she has a hoodie and sunglasses but nothing else of weaponry use. So she’s not comfortable. As she comes down steps, hood up and glasses on, she found that her mask isn’t working right. Her face is scarred so she tries to keep it in shadow. Stalking down the steps slowly she’s keeping an ear out for her kidnappers...]
[B: easter event]
[She doesn’t realize there is a meal a day here, so hoarding eggs hasn’t crossed her mind. instead she stays by a wall at first, staring at the gross display of colored Easter things. She used to like this holiday, as a kid. She remembers that much. But that was so long ago. Now? Now it all seems silly and marketed.]
[Still, she might be seen pocketing a couple of near by eggs, but for the most part she’s watching others do eggy things.]
[C: Exploring]
[AFTER meeting with Ward she has taken on the face of Agent May! Asian woman with a hard face and sharp eyes.]
[There is a lot to explore, doors to look for and not find. Staff to not find. Windows that won't break. There are floors to explore. She might be popping jelly beans into her mouth from a plastic egg, but in general she is exploring, everything. At least until she meets up with more people. She's in a hooded sweater but the hood is down, glasses in her pocket.]
[Do you bother the woman? Or let her go about her exploring to try and find a way out. And yes, once she finds there are no doors, her frustration is going to give in to trying to break windows, if they can be found.]
C
[ Spotting her from across the hotel smacks Skye with a wave of relief. She drops what she's doing, rushes for her. Under normal circumstances, it might be a meaningful smile and a misty-eyed nod of acknowledgment that greets May. As it stands, though, it's been several months since she's seen her. Several terrifying months.
Skye throws her arms around her S.O., holding her close and exhaling that relief against her shoulder. Her shoulders slouch for the first time in what feels like months. After this long, she was starting to doubt she'd see any of the team again except Fitz. ]
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Robert Capa | OTA | Ballroom!
So when the ballroom opened up to show its new tricks, Capa was more confused than excited. He felt a brief shudder of anxiety, especially considering what had happened to them in the past month. Yet, it all seemed harmless enough, especially when his initial inspection of a brightly colored egg awarded him a small handful of jellybeans. He stood by the door a moment longer, enough to pop the sweet into his mouth, before he gave up and took a basket, gathering up the eggs...
...purely for scientific reasons, of course.
Pre-Explodey!
She just never thought she'd have one in a hotel she was kidnapped and held against her will in. But beggars can't be choosers, and after ghosts? A ballroom full of Easter eggs are a welcome change.
She spots Capa gathering eggs, and can't help but wonder how someone can look so serious while picking up something so covered in glitter. She picks up an egg from a table and goes over, offering it to him.
"Here. I think this one is made of pure sugar."
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BALLROOM.
As much as he likes chocolate, he likes having something to plan out much better. Anyone who sees him might notice that he's paying much more attention to the dimensions and features of the room than the eggs he's picking up idly and dropping into his basket.))
Ballroom. Pre-eggsplosions.
The tall male has at least managed to find his room (404) and dump his suitcase. Inside were clothes, clipboard and hair cream. The same conclusion had flitted through his head as it had many others; whomever had done this knew who they were grabbing. At least it means his hands are free and Merlin stares at a nearby egg, gently picking it up and turning it over in his hands as he frowns at it. Looks like an easter egg, the kind bought at any supermarket for a few quid. A slight shake and the thing rattles quietly and Merlin simply keeps hold of it for now. Maybe something sweet later on would go down well, not that he intends to hang around long enough. How often did this place do things like this? Was this normal for this hotel or was even this event odd and unusual for such a place? There are so many questions right now that Merlin will stand back, watching everyone else as he slowly turns the egg over in his hands as he thinks things through. It's the only course of action for the immediate moment, to gather his thoughts and wits without the need to ask stupid questions. those are just the absolute pits.]
Arrival / Front Desk - OTA
Ow. Okay, not touching whatever I just touched ever again. Jeeze, Jane really needs to put labels on those kinds of things.
[Darcy curls up and pushes herself up into a sitting positiong. She eyes her surroundings and immediately gets up to her feet. Her mouth falls open at her surroundings]
Holy. Shit. What kind of Bates Motel did I fall into?
[She notices the glow below the door in front of her. The brunette looks around, this way and that, to make sure that she is truly along before cautiously taking one step, then another. Then another. Her hand reaches for the doorjamb and turns it, pulling the door open. She immediately has to cover her eyes at the brighter light.]
What the hell?
[Her question is by no means quiet. She looks back at the room, then out into the hallway before sticking her head out. No one up the hall. No one down the hall. She takes a step back and looks around the dark room again before looking outside into the hallway again. No one.]
Um, hello?
[She tapes a cautious step out of the dark room and into the hallway, constantly looking back and forth just in case something popped out. Was this where Jane disappeared to when whatever-it-was took her? Her hands were up in front of her, just in case she had to defend herself.]
Okay, Lewis, just you. You're not afraid.
[Talking to herself didn't really help settle the weird feeling she felt in her stomach but it did put some noise in the hallway, at least]
Anyone out there?
What the hell?
[She manages to follow along the hallway until she reaches the front desk. She looks around. No one there. No one down there, either. Not even behind the desk is there someone. She reaches for the bell and hits it a few times]
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Wouldn't expect much. [After a beat, she shrugs.] Invisible maids.
[Clearly, that explains everything.]
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Arrival-Eggs-Breakfast
[If there was one thing Calvin didn't appreciate much, it was being surprised. Some surprises he could deal with; it made things more interesting. But this sort of surprise? The sort where he was completely in the dark--both literally and figuratively?
Not an okay scenario for him.
He'd immediately eased out of the room, vaguely aware of the nagging feeling at the back of his mind as he stepped into the light. A frown marred his expression as he glanced down the hall, one way and then the other, rolling his shoulders slightly as he composed himself.
There was no better way to figure things out than by going out and finding your answers, right?
The doctor opts to take a left, briefly glancing at the room number and committing it to memory before he's off and wandering, putting on a relaxed look. No reason to scare anyone off; anyone could have answers after all.]
[EGGS aka Ballroom]
[His wanderings brought the good doctor to the ballroom and he stood among the colored eggs scattered all about with a somewhat amused look on his face. Whatever this place was and whoever was responsible had quite the sense of humor, it seemed.
And seemed to want to remind them all of the holidays.
Kneeling down, Calvin snagged one of the eggs and turned it over in his hand, studying it a moment before he opened it up--
Only to find chocolate. Lucky for him, huh?]
[Breakfast]
[Calvin had heard mention of a breakfast hall and while he wasn't hungry--no, see, he didn't trust anything about this place just yet--it seemed like a good place to go and sort people out.
So he can be found lounging at a table, turning over one of the Easter eggs he kept on him idly as he scans the room, just taking everyone in.]
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Despite setting about egg-pickup duty the moment she'd heard about the explosives buried in some of the easter candy, none of the eggs that Skye herself had tried to nudge and assess were even remotely combustible. Good news for her fingers, bad news for the people who had been messing with the combustible eggs.
So much for protection.
She drops the series of chocolate eggs onto one of the tables of the dining hall as she heads in for breakfast. The sigh that follows is heavy, but it's also interrupted when her eyes open and fix on a sight across the room.
Her father, fidgeting with one of the very same eggs.
While there's plenty of context to suggest that the hotel staff had some part in this—another experiment of some kind—there's just as much to suggest crazy Dad showed up with chaos on the brain. So she sweeps her eggs out of her way as she blazes around the table and stalks towards him. ] You.
[ She's not even upon him before she's spitting rage. ]
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EGGS.
HEY BRO HEY
Haaay.
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this is crazy late so just lmk if you'd rather do something else!
BD Nah this is totally fine by me!
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[Finding himself in some crazy, creepy hotel had not been how Alec wanted to spend the day. Neither was ignoring the deep-seated and carefully controlled fear that accompanied the realization that somehow he'd been taken from Magnus' apartment. Magnus... The thought of his boyfriend caused a spike of panic that Alec quickly suppressed... until he thought of his family and the possibility that they could be here as well.
Those thoughts had him out of his room, jogging down the stairs to reach the lobby in hopes of finding some answers. When Alec realizes that there's no staff around, he finds a place in the front lobby where he can watch everyone who enters and leaves the room, hoping - and dreading - that he'll see a familiar face or that he'll get some answers.]
Ballroom - Pre-Explosions
[Easter isn't a holiday that is celebrated by Shadowhunters, but Alec knows the basics. He knows about the significance of it in many religions and how Mundanes celebrate with colored eggs and candy. Easter egg hunts aren't something that he's ever been a part of, but that isn't why he's suspicious. Creepy, run down hotel having, by its standards, an elaborate event.
Alec's too suspicious to be comfortable with all this. But he does pick up one of the baskets, even if he feels ridiculous carrying it. He even starts looking for eggs since some of the candy looks like it might taste good, keeping an eye on the younger guests to make sure that nothing interrupts their fun.]
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He heads to the check-in desk, taking a look at the pen and paper that he's heard whispers of, and frowning thoughtfully at it; he knows better than to accept it for what it is, but beyond that there's nothing he can think of that would bring about it's mysterious presence.
He's about to head out to the ballroom when he catches the back of a familiar head, heart sinking when he shifts to get a better glance at the man in question, because as much as he misses his family, he didn't want them to get caught up here with him with no way out.
He takes a second to put on a grin and goes over, leaning against the nearest wall like he owns it. ] Fancy seeing you here. There's no staff to welcome you, but you've got something better. Me. Who wouldn't want to be welcomed by this face?
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LOBBY PRE-EGGSPLOSIONS;
[ooc; AS YOU KNOW, Raven's gonna get an egg that goes boom. I'll put up a lot for her convalescence which can be open to all, but I'm only playing that one out once and with one person so. There's that.]
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Now if only the hotel could go ahead and jump on the alcohol bandwagon and leave that lying around. He's just stepped into the ballroom when he pauses. ]
You might want to take that to your room, sweetheart. [ Nothing but sarcasm dripping from his voice as he plucks up one of the eggs wrapped in brightly colored tinfoil. ]
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BALLROOM. EGGS.GDI
Any of those things would be acceptable, yet what they have is Easter eggs.
Honestly, Emma's not in the mood for this. She might pick up an egg or two and see what all of this is about, but for right now, she's counting out the eggs that are visible and wondering what it would take to turn the music off. If she was smart, she'd turn back and go into her room. Too bad she lingers in the ballroom instead.
She'll regret that soon enough.]
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Maybe it's time he stopped being the Tamara of Emma's life. Or, at least, maybe it's time he stopped being so damn obvious about it, right?
When he spots her by the open ballroom, he figures now's as good a time as any to approach and get a few things off his chest, and so it's with a look of muted humility and a tentative sort of caution that he approaches her, hand in his pockets, posture apologetic. A flicker of a half-smile crosses his features when he takes in the sheer grump on her face backdropped by the cheerfulness of an easter egg hunt.
It's a hilarious juxtaposition, so he can't quite contain a comment on it. ]
Feelin' festive?
[ He asks, amusement in his tone, head nodding to indicate the easter baskets behind her. ]
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Zhaneel | OTA
[It takes far longer than it should for Zhaneel to reach the lobby level, not having bothered to claim the luggage that had arrived with her. Good thing that it would just appear in her room later, yes?
Unlike many of the other guests who had appeared at least mostly prepared to act and live like humans, Zhaneel is much less so. She is only wearing a mid-thigh length tunic, the material and appearance that of a time long gone. It's too large for her, dangling dangerously off one shoulder and threatening to spill to the floor with nearly any movement. Her feet are bare of any socks or shoes, blonde hair a tangled disarray that hangs loose to her hips. However, despite her general state of undress, she doesn't seem particularly bothered by the amount of skin she's showing. If you happen to catch a glance of her golden eyes, clearly inhuman, you might begin to understand the air of confusion and fear around her.
In fact, she seems far more focused on the normally simple act of walking, moving in short and calculated steps that lead her from one thing to lean on to another. Her gait is unsteady... like someone that hasn't walked upright in quite a long time... or, in her case, ever.]
Ballroom;
[Zhaneel stands in the doorway of the ballroom, leaning against and clinging tightly to the frame as her wide eyes sweep the room. Certainly, she knew what eggs were, but this was an explosion of color and oddities to her already confused and fear filled mind.
The gryphon turned human looks over the gathered people, watching as they collect the brightly colored eggs into baskets. Her brows knit tightly and she frowns, voice a soft lilt when she speaks to herself without any expectation of a reply.]
What is this?
Breakfast Hall;
[One thing that is a given with nearly any species is that they will eventually grow hungry. It's the scent of good that ultimately draws the stumbling girl toward the breakfast hall.
Only... there is little that catches the eye of the gryphon as she moves through the room. There are no raw haunches of meat to sate her hunger, and everything she looks over is unfamiliar save the eggs.
Being too uncoordinated to manage a plate or utensils, she might just be caught standing at the buffet with her hands in the serving platter, eating eggs and bacon by the handful.]
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Continued from here, the only change being she arrived with her tunic on (as she wouldn't have thought to pull clothes on)
[When it becomes apparent that her kind voice hasn't been heard, her throat tightens and she nods briefly. It had been a small hope, but a hope none the less. It could be that he was shielding, or it could be that he was incapable of the mind-to-mind speak that was present to some on her own world.
In either case, she feels suddenly isolated all the more and draws into herself mentally and physically. Her hands clutch pull free of his own and at the front of her tunic to still the tremor that seems ever present in them now.
She forces herself to focus on what Alex is saying, rather than her own tumultuous emotions. She rolls her gaze back up to his own after a moment.]
It... It seems the only explanation... To have been in one place and in yet another the moment after... It is like traveling by Gate, but without the exhaustion... [Though the disorientation had been the same.
At his last words, one hand reaches toward him again and her time is plaintive.]
Do you believe others are like me? [Perhaps not gryphon, but of another form and forced into a new one.] Others that are just as lost in this? [She casts her gaze around the elevator as she speaks, seeming to include the entire experience of her arrival in the question.]
Wildcard;
[Open to anything!!!]
lobby
Do you need any help, miss?
Coulson!! <3
hello!
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[The impact is entirely unexpected and he lies there for a moment to both regain his breath and take stock of the situation. Given what he'd just done, he'd expected darkness. Endless dark. Perhaps oblivion and peace even. It would seem that he can't have that last even in death. His eyes finally focus enough to note the well-lit hall beyond the room's door and a feeling of being watched, of something he doesn't want to face in the darkness, has him pushing himself up to his knees, then feet to leave the dark room for that hall.
Once he reaches it, the feeling of something not right hits him harder and he realizes that both of his hands are empty when he knows one of them shouldn't be. It takes a few moments while he's standing beside the suitcase in the hall for his mind to deal with the fact that yes, it would appear he's been revived, but no he's nowhere near the vault, and his dagger is missing, yet he still feels the connection to it. Distant, but there. It's rather unnerving to not know where it is, not to mention being apparently incapable of summoning it to hand even, but all he can do for the moment is hope that if it's out of his reach then it's out of anyone else's reach as well.
His eyes finally drop to the suitcase and curiosity more than anything had him investigate the tag attached. The fact his name was written on it had him wondering if someone or something had been behind his arrival here, because obviously he seems to have been expected if the suitcase is anything to go by. Picking the suitcase up by its handle, he looked both ways down the hall before heading down it to find the signs and then eventually the stairs leading him into the lobby.]
{Lobby ~ Front Desk}
[Unfortunately, it doesn't look as if there's any chance for answers here. The front desk where he'd hoped to find someone to question about this place, about the suitcase, on how the hell he'd been brought here, is rather disappointingly empty. He's tempted to try the bell, but given his luck it'd either wouldn't work or no one would answer it regardless. After waiting a good five minutes, he finally gives up and decides to find the room listed on the tag. Perhaps some clue to the situation can be found within the suitcase.]
{Breakfast}
[Suitcase stashed within the room he'd located, he's decided to investigate the hotel and thus found the breakfast hall. After eyeballing the buffet, he finally moves to see about getting something to drink and perhaps claim a piece of fruit that can be found amid all of the candy.]
{Ballroom}
[His explorations beyond the lobby and breakfast hall have finally led him to the inviting decorated hall of the ballroom. Forgive him if he pauses for a moment just within the door, one eyebrow lifting in quiet disbelief at the scene in front of him. After all, it looks as if someone's idea of Easter just exploded in the room.
After a few minutes he's finally decided it might be wise to take advantage of the plentiful eggs and thus he's claimed one of the offered baskets to hold what eggs he locates. Anyone who decides to quip on the issue of 'Don't you think you're too old for this?' is bound to get a annoyed look followed by his justification of why he's collecting these things.]
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She pads into the room on bare feet, oversized tunic hanging off her shoulder as she reaches for one of the plastic eggs. She picks it up and, bewildered, turns to the closest person that just so happens to be Gold.]
They are not real eggs? [Her curiosity is entirely genuine.]
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Arrival // Eggs
Well, Kent's first thought that perhaps he had been kidnapped was a false one. He knew that he had to get out of the room, though, if that's what it really was, and get to...somewhere. It was a compulsion that took over everything else in his mind and he focused on that, let it guide his feet, as he stumbled into a corridor. He didn't even notice that he had grabbed a suitcase until the weight of it seemed to topple him to the side. He didn't want to let it go, though, and so he adjusted his grip and held his arms out, finding the wall.
"Ellie?" he called out, though he didn't instantly know why he asked for her. She wasn't around when he had gone to bed that night. She was, of course, back at her hotel, likely with Palmer. And he was at the VLA.
Not anymore, it seemed. He was in a strange building and it seemed quiet. He ventured forward another step, free hand on the wall.
[ Eggs don't go in Ballrooms!! ]
Once he had acclimated to the hotel, he decided to make his way downstairs to hear what all the hubbub was about. It took him stepping on an egg before he reached down and picked it up. The slightly squashed plastic thing had covered his shoes and then the grip of his cane in glitter. He was blissfully unaware of the glitter trail that he left as he reached down and found another egg, which actually contained candy. His monstrous sweet tooth overwhelmed him and he chewed on them thoughtfully.
Well, maybe this place wasn't so bad.
Lobbyyyyy!
She spots Kent as he began to work his way down the stairs, looking up them at him. Concern colors her tone as she leans against the wall at the bottom, but it's genuine.]
Can I assist you in any way?
[She hasn't quite thought through what she'll do if he needs help down the stairs, having NO prior experience walking up or down them on two legs.]
Re: Lobbyyyyy!
Shh. I'm not late, you're late.
...uh huh
shh.
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Clint Barton || Roamning & Ballroom
[ The last time the hotel was full of people wandering around with suitcases and puzzled expressions, stopping anyone who will listen to ask all the questions there are no answers for, he was one of them. But not this time. He's still fairly new, compared to some, but, unfortunately, he's been here long enough now to know the drill. Well, as much of the routine of the place that hasn't changed so far, anyway.
He's not the most friendly face anyone can pass, but he's ready and willing to help anyone who needs it, so feel free to approach him wherever he happens to cross the same path. ]
[ Ballroom ]
[ He opts out of the basket some people are carrying with them around the grand room, but it's obvious from the glitter sparkling off his clothes, face, and arms that he's come into contact with more than enough of the eggs so far. But despite the bulging pockets with treats, Clint is approaching each of the eggs with caution, as if he's on mission and seeking out objects set up as traps, because, however unofficially, he is.
At least one of the eggs has been known to explode, and because he's experienced worse than a little exploding egg, he decides that it's better him than anyone else. He's currently attempting to figure out if any others are set to blow and hunt them down, and for a while he doesn't have any luck, but he's never been the luckiest guy in the world, so eventually what little he does have runs out.
He spots what he thinks is a slightly more ominous looking egg than the others - which, in actual fact, doesn't look any different, but he has a gut feeling about it, and every egg he comes by looks more suspicious than the last - and he approaches it carefully, but not before checking the vicinity and making sure no one else is close enough to get caught up in anything he's trying to prevent. He crouches down, drawing aside the flapping bit of curtain that's draped over half of it, and he reaches out with a steady hand. He wraps his fingers firmly around it and--
Nothing happens. At least, not at first. He frowns down at it, which doesn't alter his expression much, and means to examine it. But that's when he hears the noise, a quiet little click, and the next thing he knows he's flying backwards through the air and the air his punched out of his lungs when he hits the nearest wall on impact. He struggles to draw in a breath, but he does; his hands, though slightly burnt, are still hand-shaped and attached to the rest of his body, and besides the hideous bruise he knows he's going to have along the right side of his body in the morning and the odd cut where shrapnel has caught him, everything seems to be as it should.
Except, of course, for the deafening ringing in his ears that he comes to realise is the lack of sound. The left ear even has a trickle of blood running down the side of his face. He means to move, to push himself up, but he feels unbalanced, a little disorientated, and when he tries he doesn't get very far, stumbling back down to the ground. ]