{Arrival} [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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[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.]