Week 1

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Now that the Narrator is done explaining the situation, you all have time to assess the situation and maybe even work together to find a way out. After all, clearly the Narrator is being over dramatic and it can't be that hard to escape out of here without murdering everyone, right?

But, with the doors outside indeed locked and all the windows unbreakable, it might not be a bad idea to explore the hotel, either for alternative methods of escape or to relieve boredom. Your Narrator is also now available for private chat in case you want to interrogate him or throw more stuff at his face.

If the locked doors aren't bad enough, when everyone goes back to the lobby, they'll notice a plaque on the front desk. If you thought your Narrator wasn't serious before, this is damning evidence to the contrary.

Either way, we really do hope you enjoy your stay in this hotel.]

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{OOC And this'll be the last mod post for the week! Feel free to drop your coins into the penny press once you've earned them. And because this is a peace week, there will be no murder committed!  And if you plan on investigating, just let us know in your toplevel by putting in INVESTIGATION. Have fun while you still can!]

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[stenchus_rodentus]

Library/TV Room

[Obviously the game was afoot and clearly everyone would be stumbling blindly for awhile. Ratigan may as well kill time before he so brilliantly slips out like the genius he is. He heads into the library which is...covered with nothing but the same cypher. Oh they were really hammering in the theme here.

There he sees the film. He's seen little nickelodeons before, but this was much more fascinating. It had color and sound and these...strange puppets. It was like a Punch and Judy show! Ratigan figured he'd watch and try to make sense of the plot since he came in the middle of it. Just for amusement.

...two hours later.]

...I believe that was Treasure Island with puppetry. The most bread and circus concept I've ever seen.

[Ok he's still watching.]

Lobby

[Enough wasting time, Ratigan decides to put his mental muscle to work in devising an escape. Since obviously the doors, windows, and stairs have been locked up, finding a third way is the best option.

Given how Ursula and the others searched the lobby the other day it narrows down his search. The next obvious route is then this clearly broken down service elevator. Since obviously this elevator didn't require any futuristic means to operate it, clearly the only dilemma is opening the door...which is difficult when you're even Ratigan-sized.

Nonetheless there's far bigger guests around here.]

Pardon me, good guest, but perhaps you could trouble a mouse with your time?

lobby-ish

[nocasetoobig]

There you are!

[Ratigan sup it's your pantsless pal here to hang out for a minute or two or just- look at you looking at the elevator]

You're trying to get in there?

[stenchus_rodentus]

[Delightful.

Ratigan is nonplussed that someone is actively looking around and making more effort than he did about an hour ago.]

The harder road is the one less traveled or vertical in this case.

What do you say, the combined strength of two rodents prying open a human-sized door?

[nocasetoobig]

[looks at door

looks back at Ratigan

looks at door]

We'd...probably be better off getting one of the humans to do it. Or two. [Or three. But that said-] Are you gonna stick with searching this thing? I've been focusing on the rest of the lobby so far.

[stenchus_rodentus]

[A slow clap is almost in order for you.]

Another astute observation from Chip.

The octopus chimera had been quite thorough in her search, most everything is a dead end. But if we make out way up via service elevator then our escape problem is merely one of height.

[nocasetoobig]

[...he really doesn't like you.]

Then you're welcome to it; I'm going to finish this floor before trying another one. I'll let you know if I find anything.

Lobby

[coulombslaw]

Sure, what's it?

[Okay, what are you planning?]

[stenchus_rodentus]

[Whomst I?]

Since I am just a mere mouse of weaker stature and you clearly have the advantage in terms of strength...perhaps you may offer your strength charitably by moving these doors apart.

[coulombslaw]

[Aren't mice supposed to be particularly crafty, Virgil thinks. But he complies anyway, it's not like he'd ignore someone who asks for help]

There you go. So you think you can get out of here that way? There could be a basement, I suppose, but I'm not sure they'd be so careless they'd leave a way out down there.

[He's hoping he's wrong about that, of course]

[stenchus_rodentus]

Either I find an escape route or we merely find more to this inn which will lead to an escape.

[Welp this can't go wrong.]

Better than waiting for inspiration from the mundane so to speak.

[coulombslaw]

Good luck.

[You're really going to need it. At least Virgil would be willing to eat crow if you prove him wrong -- supposing you don't scram once you find a escape route. May as well try to make sure Ratigan doesn't flee the coop prematurely...]

If you actually find something, I'll reward you. Name something you want.

TV Room

[pavlovsdad]

[Preston himself has desperately been looking for something to entertain himself. Not a single Rich Mustaches Monthly to be found. What sort of backwater operation is this?

So he can't help but pause to watch the film as well.]

Streamlined and diluted for the masses, it seems.

[stenchus_rodentus]

[Ratigan barely acknowledges the mustachioed gentleman mostly because out of every shabbily dressed occupant he doesn't look like an utter mess.

Also because of the movie.]

Yes...truly a plebeian work. This green amphibian...he's part jester and part martyr...there's no reason for him to be here...

[pavlovsdad]

[Honestly, if pretending to not be losing his shit about a fancy talking rat mouse keeps the peace, Preston's all for it.]

Perhaps the puppets are... some kind of notable comedy group. Putting themselves in whatever roles and parts they need.

[stenchus_rodentus]

[You're a cut above the most Preston. But Ratigan is really into cinema sinning this.]

What nonsense is there in making puppets part of a cabaret group? Punch and Judy are recognizable on their own they don't need to rely on other pieces of fiction.

[pavlovsdad]

God forbid they take a creative endeavor and make an original story.

lobby

[geomanctic]

[Cornelia squints at Ratigan- she's seen him before, but in the midst of all the chaos she didn't appreciate how disgusting a rodent he was.]

Is that what you are?

[stenchus_rodentus]

[Drink him in. In all his rat glory.]

Would I lie?

Do you go around pretending you're an ape?

[geomanctic]

Excuse you-- I don't pretend to be anything. I'm obviously human.

[stenchus_rodentus]

Yeeees so we can agree we all are who we say we are then, hmmm?

[geomanctic]

Sure. Why not? [She doesn't bend down to get closer to his level- just stands there, hand on her hip.]

What did you want?

[greatwidesomewhere]

[Belle's passing through the lobby when she hears a voice sounding from somewhere near her feet. She looks down and blinks, taking a step back in surprise. So many talking animals around here. So many. She gives him a warm smile.]

Of course—what can I help you with?

[Reaching something?]

[stenchus_rodentus]

[Wow these humans are way more easy to deal with than the actual furries. He gestures to the elevator.]

As you see madame, I believe if I can open the elevator then perhaps we can find a means to exit.

But as you see, a mere mouse cannot open such a massive door.

[greatwidesomewhere]

Oh! [She takes a look at the doors he's trying to open, and then glances down at the creature. 'Mouse' seems generous, here, but she's not going to quarrel over the distinction.]

Well, I'd love to help, only—what exactly is an elevator?

[stenchus_rodentus]

[What? It looks weird sure but surely...]

Surely you're familiar with a lever-and-pulley shaft that delivers items from one part of the house to another?

[Ratigan you didn't even know what rock was.]