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checkingout2015-04-05 11:21 am
checkingin) wrote in checkingout2015-04-05 11:21 am
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.
Re: Open.
Harry turns to face him.
"Ah, Mr. Grant." The man never gave him his name personally, but identification over the internal network has rather streamlined the process of making introductions. "Nice to see you in better shape than our first meeting."
As opposed to Harry himself, who looks significantly worse.
Re: Open.
Something happens when he gets businesslike, he straightens, and someone who hurts people could probably tell that he's focused and a lot more capable then previously let on.
He stares down at the eggs, "...Something...wrong with the chocolate?"
Ward not Grant^, I am bad at surnames sigh
"They're not only chocolate."
He pushes the tip of his umbrella into another clutch of eggs and shifts it cautiously.
"One of them contained an explosive that was detonated on contact. Superficial damage, but I won't trust that it couldn't have been worse."
He's called Ward so often that may as well be his first name.
"Do you need a doctor?"
Hence the mistake u_u
"No, nothing like that. Some scrapes and a bit of charring to the fingertips, that's all."
He withdraws his umbrella and looks to Ward properly.
"How goes your recovery? You were in quite a state that first day. I regret that I wasn't able to find you again."
Spy life.
"Fine." No reason to share about Skye and Fitz and the rest of that right? Of course not, "Stiff in the mornings but nothing that eventually getting a way back outside won't cure once the rain stops."
The last time he went out there it got a lot worse.
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"If the rain stops," he says wryly. "It may be Easter, but the weather's been proving a little more persistent than the standard April showers."
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"...In a world with exploding eggs that rain may make a little more sense." He glances back down the stairs, "...This seem a little odd to you? Sudden display of generous behavior then...what? Nothing?"
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Damn.
"...I used to love easter egg hunts. I used to love the white house easter egg hunt."
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"My family were never especially observant of the more....contemporary rituals, when I was a child." Harry lifts a curious eyebrow in his direction. "You visited the White House?"
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Remembering his brother stealing his eggs, remember being kicked out of the Easter Bunny's lap. Remembering being presented very serious in a suit to the commander in chief.
"I like finding things."