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!]

Comments

[greatwidesomewhere]

It seems that way. I don't mind, considering I didn't have any proper clothing to begin with. It's much better than running around in my underthings.

[geomanctic]

It's better than nothing, sure. [She still doesn't sound pleased.] I'm not about to sing my praises either. This is all ridiculous.

[greatwidesomewhere]

You aren't wrong. If I had my way, I'd be home safe with my father.

[Mourning. It's fine.]

[geomanctic]

I'm sorry. I know it's hard, to be away from your family. [She pulls something pink and sack-like out-- makes a face, and shoves it back.]

It'll all be over soon enough. Things like this never last.

[greatwidesomewhere]

I hope you're right.

[Belle can't help but wonder what the other girl is looking for, exactly, in an item of clothing—none of it looks familiar to Belle, but she's certain it can't all be terrible.]

I'm Belle, by the way. And you're...Cornelia, is that right?

[geomanctic]

That's right. Cornelia Hale. It's nice to meet you Belle, though I wish it were under much better circumstances.

[greatwidesomewhere]

Likewise. It seems I've made a habit of making friends under unfortunate circumstances. But there is a bright side: if not for being here, none of us would have met at all.

[geomanctic]

That is definitely looking at the bright side of things. I could do without some of our peers, if I'm being honest.

[greatwidesomewhere]

[Belle lets out a short, nervous laugh.]

I think I know what you mean. There are some...characters.

[geomanctic]

Talking animals, a woman who's half-squid.... [or whatever Ursula is]

I shouldn't judge them. I've seen stranger. I'm just not used to everyone else being able to see them like this.

[greatwidesomewhere]

[Belle barely represses a shudder.]

I know what you mean. But it seems like talking household objects are a little tamer than this, somehow.

[geomanctic]

[wait--]

Your household appliances talk to you too?

[greatwidesomewhere]

Not mine, but...yes. They were people once, actually.

[geomanctic]

I didn't think anyone else had seen that kind of magic before! You aren't--- Belle, where are you from?

[greatwidesomewhere]

[Belle blinks a few times, looking a little doubtful.]

Er—France. A village called Villeneuve. Why do you ask?

[geomanctic]

France. On Earth? [Is there a classy way to ask "Are you secretly from a magical alien country?"]

[greatwidesomewhere]

Er—yes. Is there another France?

[geomanctic]

Not that I know of.

Sorry, that got weird.

[greatwidesomewhere]

That's alright. [Belle laughs.] I'm used to weird. But yes, I was born in Paris.