checkingout | 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.

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.

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

He hears the explosion and nothing else. Oliver reacts on instinct, of which have been so heightened since his arrival here. Like all of the relaxing he's done in the last two years is coming utterly undone. Whatever walls he's let come down, are being built back up.

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."

There are a lot of thoughts running through Cissie's mind. Like what the hell just happened and ow and also damn it's been a long time since I was on the wrong end of an exploding arrow. Followed closely by why am I thinking about exploding arrows.

And then there's someone next to her, and she realizes who it is. Wasn't she just having a really good time? She's not entirely sure at the moment. But it hasn't been so long that she's forgotten her basic first aid, or maybe it's that some instincts don't entirely die away even when you retire from the vigilante life. In any case, she's slowly starting to try to catalog her injuries--her hand hurts, her face hurts, her head hurts--did she hit her head?

She just nods, slowly. "...Yeah. Okay."

He scans her quickly, notes the damage and the way she's breathing, blinking, the burns on her hands. It's bad but he's seen worse. Dealt with worse. She'll survive if they get the burns properly cleaned and bandaged and taken care of and he gets the impression from that she's well aware of that.

"Okay." Oliver says after a moment, sliding his hand under the back of her neck to help her sit up slowly.

"We need to get these cleaned. But you're going to be fine."

Cissie lets him help her sit, and even leans a little into his hand once she's upright because wow, headrush. But nothing's broken, she can tell that much, and she might be bleeding and burned and hurting, but he's probably right; she's fine. She's had worse injuries, she's sure, even if it's been a long time since she's had to deal with them. A long time.

She might be a little shaky, but she takes a deep breath and tries to sit on her own, to pull away a little. "Right. Yes. Sorry. I'm fine."

...Why did she apologize? She doesn't even know.

master of the house, quick to catch your eye (OPEN)

LMFAO FUCK IGNORE ME PLEASE

WELL DONE MELLY BELLY i saw nothing of course

i am ashamed

now i am shamed. so late. :c