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.

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FRONT DESK

( she stops at the front desk on her way to the ballroom. briefly. just long enough to see the pen and paper, to approach it, to pick up the writing insturnment and hover with the tip right over the paper.

there's the desire to draw. something. anything. the ground, a person, a tree if she has to go back to her sky box coping mechanism.

but — it's not hers. it isn't something she's seen before, and so clarke ultimately puts the pen back down and turns to leave. )

BALLROOM: PRE-EGGSPLOSION

( they didn't really do holidays like this on the ark, let alone activities to go along with the commemorative date. they also probably didn't have eggs, at least not by the time the fourth generation rolled around: it was all protein paste and nutrient waifers while on board their spaceship home, then all meat and berries on the ground. since arriving in the hotel, clarke's — had a lot of sad problems — gradually acclimate to rich breakfast food. it was stupid not to eat, especially when the food was right there, looked like something delicious out of mount weather, and hadn't proven to have any adverse side effects on anyone here.

and these things on the floor were... food, right?

yes, upon further examination (read: cracking one open and picking the shell off before sitting on the floor to nibble on) they're most certainly eddible, except the plastic ones. and they're kind of beautiful.

so here's your resident sad teenaged doctor, hotel guests, marveling and smiling at the glittery eggs that she deems too pretty to eat. )

BALLROOM: POST-EGGSPLOSION

( someone — clarke griffin, specifically — looks like they're about to lose their shit.

the earlier delight she'd found in marveling at the eggs is long gone, and she steps over them with as must disgust as she does caution. of course something that had started as nice hadn't stayed that way.

there are tables, covered in white tablecloths and sporting some decorative holiday bouquet or another. the vase, she discovers upon picking it up, is plastic and so clarke has no qualms just dropping it before ripping the cloth off the table. there's blood on her hands from touching raven's face — an all too familiar reality for clarke, now adays — and she sniffs, running her knuckle under her running nose before setting about trying to rip the cloth into smaller pieces, to strips. it's working, but not, and she tries to take a deep breath.

when someone passes within the vicinity of her personal space, she's as close to dissasociative doctor mode as she can be, and immediately waylays them: )

If you have something sharp, can I have it?

Edited 2015-04-06 07:23 (UTC)

[Cissie is baffled by the amount of candy at breakfast, but realizes pretty quickly what's going on--the chocolate bunnies and peeps don't hurt--and than she starts hearing rumors of new arrivals and something about a ballroom and Easter eggs. So she finishes her breakfast, intending to come back before everything vanishes to grab her customary bagels and fruit for later.

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?

( they've never had this much chocolate in their lives, the ark kids. she'd hazard lexa hasn't either, come to think of it; the only time clarke's had chocolate on the ground was while trapped in the confines of mount weather, and even the cake she'd distrusted. but it had been delicious, and it'd be a lie to say she wasn't a little excited to join the fray in the ballroom.

but the pen and paper grab her attention and keep it until another blonde approaches her, and practically has her dropping the utensil. )

Oh, I'm — ( she laughs, in that tittery way people do when they're a little embarassed. ) Something like that. But if you wanted it... ( she trails off, gesturing at the pad; please, take it. )

[Cissie smiles kindly, catching on that Clarke's a bit embarrassed to be caught at... whatever she'd been about to do. She's not sure why, but she doesn't really need to know, either. If Clarke wanted to write a letter or whatever, as far as Cissie's concerned, she should. But maybe she wanted to do something personal. Either way, Cissie feels kind of bad for interrupting her now. She waves a hand dismissively.]

No, I'm good, thanks. I probably would write something that would offend our hosts and make them decide to take the candy away again. And that would be tragic.

((Ah, yes, he remembers this girl. He abandons his inspection of the curtains - they're way too ugly to make clothes out of, but perhaps if times get dire - and moves over next to her, peeking over her shoulder to look at the egg she has in her hands. He has to admit, some of these eggs are almost as nice as the ones they'd hidden around the Host Club once when Tamaki had wanted to have an egg hunt.))

They're pretty, aren't they? ((He asks, looking up at her instead of the egg with a bright smile on his face.)) At least whoever's brainwashed us has good taste, right?

They're nice, ( she agrees, glancing over her shoulder at kaoru and then back at the blue and green oval in her hand. it should be food. food should not be this pretty, nor leave tacky glitter on her fingers when she switches the egg from one hand to another.

he's harmless, she can tell. but clarke has a suspicous streak a mile wide, and as casually as humanly possible spins around so they're facing each other instead of peering over shoulders. )

Good taste or too much time on their hands?

( the what watching us mill about like sad trapped rats is, of course, implied at this point. )

Those aren't mutually exclusive, you know. ((The Host Club, after all, was basically full of students with good taste and way too much spare time. He smiles down at her, reaching up to tap on the egg.)) We used to make stuff like this back where I'm from. When it was in-season, of course.

I don't know. It kind of reminds me of home, I guess.

[It's just as well Helen had already intended to speak to her. Their earlier conversation had been brief, and Clarke had only visibly made an appearance on the tablets early on in their stay. But she's certain it's her.

Before she says anything, however, she offers the young woman a small pair of scissors that had been in her medical kit, not really designed for cutting cloth, but it should at least give them a start and make the fabric easier to rip.]

Clarke, isn't it?

[Her voice is calm and unwavering. She has something of a talent for being steady in the face of chaos. This isn't anything they can't handle.]

( usually clarke's got that too; the detatched, professional mask that she can drag down when she's needed to take actions — to cut someone open, to cut something off, to slip a rough made blade into their neck and watch them bleed out in her arms — but right now?

she's got her friends blood on her hands. are her fingers shaking a little or are her eyes just super watery? she grips the small scissors in a tight fist to make them stop, and rubs her knuckles under her nose before glancing back at the other woman. give her a minute, she'll place her. )

I'm... yes, hi. ( and while she may not be entirely emotionally numb enough to deal right now, she is primed and on high alert for injuries. ) Are you alright? Are you hurt?

[Helen's patient, giving her time, as much as they can afford at the moment. And even as she does, she's scanning her for injuries as well, silently noting the obvious emotion.

She gives a brief shake of her head.]

I'm alright. You? [It's courtesy, confirming what she's already determined.] I thought I'd lend a hand.

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

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FRONT DESK. to make eggsplosions worse. c:

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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