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

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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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[She’s been here for a few hours now, wandering, exploring. She’s checked this room out, but on her back swing she saw a figure she knew. Hood up and glasses on she slipped in silently, watching. It was him. Ward. Her grouchy attitude slipped a bit, thankfully, not here alone.]

[moving silently towards him she slipped a hand out, stealing the egg his hand was just about to take. She tossed it up again, caught it and shoved it into a pocket.]

You always seem to surprise me. Never pictured you as the pastel basket, egg hunting type.

[Ward stares, blinking. He's about to say something to Skye before he looks up.]

...Agent 33.

[His mouth works as he tries to climb to his feet and stumbles. Stiff. Way too damn stiff for his own good she's not a ghost she's really here and this...

He keeps his hands at his side and looks her up and down.] Jesus Christ you just arrived.

Did you just-

[I don't even know your name. He blinks.]

Did you just get here?

[her brow raised as she took in a lot of things at once. Appearance wise he looks wrong, just in small says. He looks hurt. stiff. He didn’t move as fast as she expected him to when she snaked the egg.]

[He called her 33...]

[Her eyes narrowed under her shades and hood, frowning at him as he stood. head tilted she watched him so carefully.]

Yes. I just woke up here on the floor. What the hell is going on? [she spoke carefully now, guarded. Something was wrong.]

...The last thing I remember was you pulling me out of Puerto Rico. [He winces] we tried to steal the quinjet, had to kill those guys then left in the middle of that earthquake...

[He grimaces, instantly business.] Where's your room. We're in danger here.

[NOPE. That wasn’t right at all!]

[Her eyes narrowed more as she backed up a step from him. That Earthquake thing happened a while ago. They’d gone through a lot already.]

[So yes, clearly she’s not trusting just yet. Backed up and frowning. If that’s the case he doesn’t know her as Kara, or this face. She blinked twice and switched to May’s face before pulling sunglasses off and staring at him. Face perfect.]

That’s not the last thing I remember. [and because of that she doesn’t tell him about the room in 107]

[This is not good.

He should have suspected this. He should have suspected she'd turn on him eventually except...except that she had no will to turn on anyone. Not anymore. Not after the things that Whitehall did.

He swallows and starts to raise his hands before he frowns. The movement hurts.]

This place brings people from other places, times. It does things. [A sudden vivid memory of Christian assaults him and he looks thrown. Genuinely thrown and scared.]

I know what it is to be lost, but here...without help - it likes to throw people off. It's thrown me.

...I'm Grant Ward. Remember? I told you that we'd figure out what to do together, and that I'd never leave you.

[Back in Puerto Rico.]

That I'll never leave you until you want me to. Because we've both been hurt. ...Dented cans right?

[Things he'd mumbled while she tried to shoot their way to freedom.]

[A trick? more mental issues? What the hell was he--he’s hurt again.]

[No, still hurt, by what he’s saying. She looked confused (Or more, May looked confused, not saying anything for a moment.]

[Dented Cans though. She stepped back again, closer and reached a hand out.]

You’re still hurt? [so confused looking, but also concerned.]

I remember, but it’s been awhile since Puerto Rico...

....Awhile.

[He accepts the hand, tentatively. Something has changed.] When I came here I was just shot.

I had a good doctor but it's hurting, you could take a look?

[She's still unsure of him, but he's still hurt? Still dealing with wounds? It seems wrong. But she's willing to trust a bit more now.]

Come. They placed me in room 107. Whoever they are. You need to fill me in more. From what I know, you should already be fully healed...

I'm closer to it then I was. [He grimaces] It's still stiff. I need you to check and make sure I didn't pull a stitch.

[He's so behind. She was desperate, she needed him and her instant attitude...

All he can think of is Skye. And how if 33 is here...]

...I'm so glad to see you.

[It's hard to keep the sincerity out of his voice. To keep it businesslike, to keep it manipulative.]

No. You should be fully healed. Just scars. How can... can they kidnap someone from two different timelines. That doesn't make sense.

[she said it, but was no longer standing away from him. Instead she came in to his side, looking at him as if to ask if he needed help walking. When he said he was glad to see her her heart skipped a beat, which she berated herself for. At least she wasn't wearing Skye's face at the moment. Still...]

You said we're in danger here, yet you're gathering eggs. You have a lot of explaining to do.

[His smile is tight] I like Easter Egg hunts. [he moves to follow her before looking serious.] this place...there's something wrong with this place. Until I saw you I thought I might be dead.

[He smiles] I'm glad I'm not.

Full of surprises. [she only picked up a couple of eggs, but she doesn't trust them. At all.]

Well, lets try to keep you that way, again. I'm not sure how much more of you being shot I can take. [it's a bit of a tease, something she didn't do much until recently, so he wouldn't know it. But still.]

[He inhales, waiting until they get back to her hallway and her room.]

....I had a good doctor but I think it would have been better with someone I trusted.

[his smile is thin] First things first. Whereever this place is, Skye is here.

[there's a pause] The real Skye. And she's gotten gifted.

[She lets him in and leads him to the old bed, helping him sit down if he needed the help]

I learned enough but I'm no doctor. [still, she knew enough to help]

I know about that. The gifted part, not that she's here. [she frowns about that. She can change her face to Skye, but she'd rather not do that in front of him. Especially not if he's still... hooked on her.]

I was surprised. It shakes things up in a not good way. [He starts trying to take his shirt off and gives up halfway through.] Can you make sure I didn't pull any stitches?

...I need to get them removed.

[God, he should be past this. So far past this. But she comes over to help him with the shirt, encouraging him to lift his arms as best he can, sitting the shirt down beside him and moving to lean in, looking at the stitches. Her perfect face (no scar) of May searching. Checking to see how he was bandaged or not, if they were bloody or not.]

I don't have a knife on me, but we can try to take them out if they are ready. How long have you had them in? What doctor did you have here?

[He stares at her for a moment.]

...Fill me in.

[He'll try for a commanding tone and frown at that. He sounds so much like Garrett he can feel something twist in his stomach, boiling inside of him.]

[that didn't answer ANY of her questions at ALL Ward. And that tone doesn't work as well anymore, and yet still does, really.]

What do you want to know? Though you need to give me my information too. How old are your stitches. How long have you been here.

...How did you get your face fixed?

[he pauses.] A month, I think. The stitches are a few weeks old. I tore them out.

[confronting skye]

[She glanced up to him and frowned. Awkward feeling] You... ah, you had it fixed. Shortly after we had you fixed. [she pulled at wraps, looking over wounds, May’s face frowning. She doesn’t like this, but she can deal.]

You found the creator and convinced him to do the work.

[Convinced. He couldn't take it off?]

Makes sense. [Her touch makes him wince.] Convinced.

[He nods] ...He couldn't take it off? You were okay?

Convinced. [she repeated, drawing her hand back and peeking up at him.] Sorry. They’re still so tender. It’s... a bit unnerving.

[she drew back more as he mentioned taking it off.] It’s fussed to my face... [so no. Not coming off.] but it works now, so it doesn’t matter. I can turn it on or off.

[Slow nod.] Useful skill. [Incredibly so as a matter of fact. He breathes hard.] She surprised me.

...That's a hell of an ability. It's got to come in handy. Got to be useful. [He winces] There's nothing worse then finding out you've fallen behind in terms of information.

I'm just glad to see a friendly face. [See through May. See through it.]

Edited 2015-04-06 22:32 (UTC)

[for a moment she grinned, looking him square in the face and blinking twice, there is a little click, but then she frowns. She blinks a few more times, but the scan interface isn’t waking up. It’s not coming on. She was going to mimic his face, just because she could. Drawing back now she looked annoyed, raising a hand to her face, her mask. She touches it, looking worried for a moment.]

I... should be able to change to others faces, but that... [she trails off, shaking her face, frowning back at him.] I have a couple that work though, if you need.

[shes not as useful, is her thought. Did she break it when kidnapped?]

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