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foolishmortals2017-10-01 09:36 am
grimgrinningghosts) wrote in foolishmortals2017-10-01 09:36 am
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It's all happened before...
[You wake up in a plush bed, well rested but very confused. As you become more conscious, one thing becomes abundantly clear: this is not your room, nor does this look like any bedroom you’ve ever been in before. It’s relatively clean room, but immediately something feels… off about all of this.
When you start exploring, a thing you’ll soon notice is that on the bedside table, there is a room key sitting ontop of a neatly typed note.]
Dear hotel guests,
We cordially invite you to come to the downstairs library at noon for an important meeting regarding your stay in the Hollywood Tower Hotel. Before then, we invite you to make full use of the amenities this hotel has provided for you.
On behalf of the hotel staff, we dearly hope you enjoy your stay in this marvelous hotel.
-HTH Management
[But, as you leave the comfort of your new bedroom, any hope that you somehow booked a hotel room the previous night and just forgot is immediately dashed. It looks like this hotel hasn’t been cleaned in decades, and despite the mention of hotel staff in your note, there doesn’t appear to be anyone working here.
Not to say that you’re alone, however. As you explore the hotel, you’ll soon find that there are 23 others in the exact same situation as you: confused and with no memory of how they got here. And to make matters worse, if the bios you stumble upon in the dining area is anything to go by, this clearly isn't just a freak accident.
Get comfy, because you are all in for a wild ride.]
When you start exploring, a thing you’ll soon notice is that on the bedside table, there is a room key sitting ontop of a neatly typed note.]
Dear hotel guests,
We cordially invite you to come to the downstairs library at noon for an important meeting regarding your stay in the Hollywood Tower Hotel. Before then, we invite you to make full use of the amenities this hotel has provided for you.
On behalf of the hotel staff, we dearly hope you enjoy your stay in this marvelous hotel.
-HTH Management
[But, as you leave the comfort of your new bedroom, any hope that you somehow booked a hotel room the previous night and just forgot is immediately dashed. It looks like this hotel hasn’t been cleaned in decades, and despite the mention of hotel staff in your note, there doesn’t appear to be anyone working here.
Not to say that you’re alone, however. As you explore the hotel, you’ll soon find that there are 23 others in the exact same situation as you: confused and with no memory of how they got here. And to make matters worse, if the bios you stumble upon in the dining area is anything to go by, this clearly isn't just a freak accident.
Get comfy, because you are all in for a wild ride.]
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Um... hello!
[After any conversations she can get started there are over she goes to the lobby and-- immediately starts coughing a little.]
This place is so dusty... Hello? Does anyone work here...?
[But it looks like there are a few other rooms here as well. She takes interest in the game room.] Well... it does have some games. [They're... not really good ones from the looks of it but. She also takes a look at the library/TV room, paging through books on the occult, blinking in confusion. What odd... reading choices.]
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Oooh, Potions and Brews For the Advanced Apothecary! And it's a first edition, too! What a find!
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Ah at last! Another living soul! Tell me young lady, have you seen any of the staff? I have some um complaints!!
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Hello?
[This is a most peculiar place, but Belle has seen more frightening places.]
...Lumiére? Cogsworth?
[Anyone?]
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[okay, this guy is going a little far with the getup. but it certainly manages to achieve some sort of intimidating effect, as he starts steadily approaching belle.]
What do you know of this place, girl?
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Blast it all! I'm getting too old for this...
[He observes his room for a moment after reading the note. Well this place didn't seem so bad despite the dust and cobwebs; they had set everything up for his experiments too! The only thing he can't find is his cane which would make cleaning easy. He didn't need it for his magic, but he felt better with it
Anyway the old wizard's off to find a staff member. Perhaps they had found it; that's what he hopes anyway. But somehow instead he wanders into the dining area to see the other guests. A unique crowd indeed.]
Oh uh....hello?
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It's...well, it's nothing like the dining room in Beast's castle.
She gives the wizened old man a hesitant smile.]
Hello. This is all...a bit odd, isn't it? Do you recognize this place?
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feel free to notice him anywhere tbh
[This is not his beautiful tree. THIS IS NOT HIS BEAUTIFUL ROOM. But oh, hey, there's his hat, he'll just put that on before calling for his friends and starting an investigation!
...which turns up absolutely no clues, aside from an odd note. Which leads him to the door. He stares up at the doorknob with mild concern before looking from a nearby table, to it, a table, to it...]
Well, here goes nothing-!
[An easy climb up, a judged jump, and-SUCCESS. Landing on the doorknob, using his momentum to turn it, the thing swings open in to the hall as he recovers for a few seconds before judging the distance and easing himself in to a controlled drop.
At that point, he'll wander the upper hall for a little bit, sticking to the shadows and cover; there aren't as many people here as he'd think, but most of them are pretty big, and he's fairly experienced in staying out of sight. Still, you might catch a glimpse of him as he darts from one piece to another, or investigating the rest of the hotel.]
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My... the staff here has really let the place go....
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This isn't the houseboat. No waves, no yelling nephews, nothing smells like it's burning, and worst of all the decoration in this room is horribly tacky. He would never.
But it takes all of just reading the note for that panic to turn into anger.
So, this hotel staff thinks they can just kidnap him and then not even bother to take him to a well-decorated, clean hotel? We'll see about that.
He spends a good half an hour searching for the hotel staff after that, if only to have someone to yell at so this can get fixed. By "searching for the hotel staff", he means running up and down the hallway, yelling and banging loudly on every other guest door he comes across that looks suspicious enough (everything is suspicious enough). Good morning!]
Hey! Hey!!! What's the big idea? I want to speak to a manager!
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Um... I'm sorry-- I don't work here.
[But she gets it. This. Isn't a great situation.]
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Hello?
[The room's empty. Well, that part at least is normal, but the bed posts aren't made of pretzels, and the floor isn't made of icing, or anything else that looks even remotely normal. Investigation of the room eventually turns up the note and the key. She takes both in hand, spends a while looking between both of them after reading the note, and finally puts the key in her pocket and the note back on the desk and finds the door. It's a little tall, but not by much, stretching a bit gets her the doorknob just fine and at least that's open.]
Hey! Where is this place? Is anybody else here?
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Oh, no. This is definitely no place for a little girl. Belle draws a little closer and bends, placing her hands on her knees to get a better look at Vanellope.]
Hello. It seems there are quite a few of us around here. As for where we are...that remains to be seen, I'm afraid.
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Ursula has arrived. ]
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also terrifying; the fact that he was nearby when that door slammed open, and within reach of those tentacles. Excuse him while he tries to squirm free and not loose his hat in the process.]
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After taking inventory (no hunting knives, no bow, no arrows, just her bracelet-slash-shield alright we're off to a great start) and taking a moment to roll her eyes at the room's decor, she ventures out into the hallway, note in hand. She's in full defensive mode, and...honestly she probably looks a little jarring.
Choppy spiky hair, startling electric blue eyes, metal chains about her wrists and neck, jeans held together by safety pins, a charming button on her grey camo shirt sporting the phrase PUNK IS NOT DEAD YOU ARE, an overall inviting presence, no? At the same time, there's a silver circlet on her forehead, like a tiara, and, if you look close enough, a slight...silver glow to her features. Like a fantastic mix of a girl you wouldn't want to run into in a dark alley and a forest princess.
Anyway, her stance on walking out is guarded, one hand on the silver bracelet at her wrist. Definitely a girl who's used to being in strange situations.
Now, it's when she reaches the foyer that this changes. Specifically, when she sees the bios. What a weird bunch. Not any monsters or creatures she's ever seen but oh boy are there certainly things that would make other demigods pale. Speaking of demigods, she takes note of the only familiar face and frowns. Okay, a Greek and a Roman, in this place together... ]
What in the River Styx kind of monster lair is this...? [ She murmurs this and just...starts cautiously poking at the- oh. Oh my gods they're playing music. ...Oh my gods, most of it is bad. It's like a trainwreck but she has to. She has to listen to every single one and--
...And when she reaches her own there's just...almost three minutes of bewilderment. ]
Is that...Grover? Percy? [ Why are they singing? Why are they singing about her being a tree? ]
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Of course, she just assumes Thalia will be content to be ignored. After all, who would dare to attack Ursula without a weapon? ]
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He doesn't... quite remember booking a stay here, now that he thinks about it. But these trips blurred together over time. Surely that was it.
He walks the hallways with a confident air, masking his discomfort with the stature his name requires. He avoids meeting the eyes of anyone, focusing his pure Northwest might on
The lobby puts a bit of a dent in that, startling him considerably.] For god's sake.... Hello! Manager! This is unacceptable. I demand this be cleaned at once before I take a single step further!
[Eventually he's forced to tiptoe through this atrocious place, making his way to the dining room. He immediately gravitates to his bio, reading in utter fascination before clicking the little button.
And immediately starts clicking it rapidly in an attempt to make it stop. Oh god oh god oh god what is this garbage why is it in his ears]
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[the emo is here, preston.]
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But that note by his bedside clearly means this isn't a cozy invitation. One thing they managed to get his hands on him, which was a mistake.
His entrance to the lobby is extremely posh with the walk of a rat expecting both cheers and a knife in the back.]
If all this effort is expended to "invite" me, surely they could find a moment to redecorate.
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[ Ursula responds without looking up from where she's trying to rifle through the lobby desk drawers. Who let her back there? ]
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[He can't recall if he woke up in space last time, but he certainly remembers a note on the bedside table.
And a whole lot of dust upon opening the door. Why doesn't anyone clean their prisons?]
Hello? Is anyone else around?
[Later, once he's sufficiently explored the residential hallway, he can be found perusing the bios in the dining room downstairs. Quietly, with one exception. He forgot they played music. Oops.]
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At least there is some recognition that he might be in the USA, unless some other dimension also has a Hollywood in it. Dipper is out the door as soon as he can be, looking around with some caution and definite panic he's doing his best to conceal.]
Hello? Come on, Dipper, you can't be alone here... Mabel? Stan? Ford? Anyone?
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Young man are you alright?
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okay she's going to press every button at the same time, grinning at the cacophony.
well, if there's a meeting, she's sure to learn what's going on there. so, she'll be waiting in the library, browsing through the book collection with increasing excitement.] Wow, I've never even heard of half of these...
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But what he appreciates even less is somebody disturbing his Very Deep consideration of the bios by turning on every single song at once.]
Hey! Knock it off!!
[TEENAGERS.]
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He tries the doorknob, finding it unlocked. Since he doesn't have powers, he has to be very careful, so he goes through the hallways looking around with wariness. He is definitely not panicked, he's taking this as if this isn't the first time he is in a situation like this -- a kidnapping.
When he feels someone's presence he turns around with surprising speed and instinctively raises a hand to protect himself from an incoming attack. He lowers his hand once he sees the other person isn't really a threat -- for now]
I-I'm sorry, didn' mean to be rude. There's no time for talking right now, anyway.
[Then he tries to walk away. Feel free to get him back to you!
At some point he finds the bios in the dining area. He reads several and finds his...and immediately springs into action. They know! And they're outright spelling it out for everyone!
That's why he immediately starts obscuring all the information related to he being a superhero. Since he has no marker or anything, he tries to obscure it with petals from the dying flowers, managing to stick them to the glass]
...and they had to put my middle name in there! Gee, thanks, kidnappers, you trying to make me die of embarrassment?
[Yeah, he is mumbling that, also putting a petal over the 'Ovid'. Did you read the info before he started obscuring it? Will you distract him and take a look at what he's trying to hide? Will you press the button and listen to the catchy as heck themesong?]
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Why would you be embarrassed?
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[His connection to the Force has been seemingly severed. That's what instantly worries Kylo Ren, and it immediately sends him into a blind rage. So, he's now looking about the halls, calling out specific people and immediately closing in on their personal space.]
Tell me what you know of this place. Now.
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It's a hotel. In Hollywood.
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Hollywood Tower Hotel... the location puts it close to the underworld in LA, which is interesting, but beyond that as usual it's difficult to tell what kind of monster lair this might be. Or is because, let's be real here for a second, in her mind there's actually no way this isn't a monster lair.
She pockets the room key quickly and heads out into the hallway, where she... look, a tall girl in Roman legionaire armor on top of just... a purple T-Shirt and jeans? You might just notice her before she notices you. ]
You. Do you work at this... "hotel?"
[ She makes her way to the library in time and starts... not picking out any books, just browsing. ]
... Magic and ghosts. Naturally. Where's Nico di Angelo when you need him...
[ And eventually she finds the bios and sort of... stares at them for a bit, taking them all in. Presses play on each to solemnly to see if there are any clues in the songs and what the fuck the chipmunk's is really catchy??? But mostly she's just making mental notes about all these people. People and... a few monsters, it looks like, but more alarmingly? There are clear mortals here, and hers and Thalia's profiles clearly state their demigod status. Something is, as they say, Up. ]
Alright, when does the shoe drop here?
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[He seems a bit peeved because he got kidnapped. A natural reaction, all things considered]
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The note and key however says otherwise, as does the overall quality of the hotel and lack of angry red-heads stomping up to him to ask what's going on. Joshua runs a finger across a table nearby, and then frowns as he shakes the dust from his hand.]
They actually expect people to stay here? Their maid is clearly slacking...
[Soon enough, however, the bios catch his attention, and upon noticing his own...]
Now that's just rude: I provide only the highest quality of media posting and photo-taking there is...
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Eh...I wouldn't consider selifies to be especially high-quality to begin with.
[He has a friend who loves them. But she's also a more pleasant person to deal with than Joshua apparently is.]
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The worst part is, some of this seems vaguely familiar.
He snatches up the key, and wanders out of his room into the hallway. The first person he sees is getting flagged down with a wave and a varying look of confusion.]
Hey! Do you have any idea what's going on?
[But regardless, he journeys onward. Searching, investigating honestly. It's not long before he comes across the bios in the dining area... and his own bio.]
Gosh, a lot of people here - and someone wrote about me...?
[Curiosity persisting, he presses the button next to his bio, and a song begins to play. He was not expecting this.]
What? Guh, no, shut off...!
[He presses it again, and again, hoping it'll shut off but it just makes the song start over, and over, and over...]
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What the heck is going on? He doesn't recognize this room at all and he's starting to get worried. The dog scrambles out of bed as fast as you could say 'hyuck' and begins to look around the room for any clues about what's going on and that's when he notices a shiny key on the bedside table.]
Hmm?
[He walks over to the table and picks up the mysterious key as well as the paper under it, looking closely at it.]
The library, huh? Gawrsh, I wonder what the heck is going on... This seems awfully weird.
[He shoves both things into his pockets, opening his room door and goes to explore the hotel a bit before the time provided on the paper. But Jiminy Cricket, when he gets into the hall he feels a chill down his spine.
This place...... God, something about it doesn't sit well with him. It's just so creepy. He makes his way down the hall, passing some other rooms as he goes. But as he's inspecting the doors in the hall, he hears someone behind him and goes stiff, currently too scared to turn around.]
Wh- Who's there...?
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He's just curious about what (who?) exactly he's following. Raising his hands up, he tries to look as non-threatening as possible.]
It's just me! [.... this guy doesn't know you.] Dipper Pines! Just a harmless technically-a-teenager.
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okay so not really the best circus in the world. in fact it's a pretty lame circus. no wonder all of this feels off!
after he's done reading the note and throwing it aside he'll make it way out of his bedroom and into the hallways. he starts looking around by literally climbing around on the walls and even the ceiling for anything of interest. or anyone he knows. if he spots someone he'll come over to them and give them a way. ]
Hiiii.
[ he doesn't know where lilo is so maybe this person might be able to tell him? if they weren't spooked by a blue alien coming down from the ceiling first.
later on Stitch can be found in the dining room looking at the bios. he'll press on the music note next to his name and oh, hey, he likes this song!
time to give this an applause.
and then press more music notes to see what song shows up next.
rinse and repeat. don't we all love priorities. ]
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[Joshua's not spooked by sudden blue alien coming down from the ceiling--if anything, he's curious.]
Just who might you be?
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Anyone near the vicinity of room 217 will hear a devastating, anguished wail. The door to the room bangs open,
and it looks like a tornado blew through through it. In the middle of it all is a young woman, crying.
Amanda Lockheart is home, but apparently she's not happy about it.]
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It doesn't even register for a moment that this person doesn't look like a toon.]
Is everything alright? You're not hurt at all, are ya?
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She draws a finger through the dust, and makes a face. ]
Disgusting! Doesn't anyone on the staff have any self respect for their work environment?
[She keeps waiting, and waiting--- but finally, she gives up, and heads to the dining room. It's not the bios that draw her attention first-- not yet, at least. Instead, she slides into a seat at one of the tables, gently reaching out to touch one of the dying flowers upon the table.]
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Oh hello young lady. Are you um also a guest here?
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While making note of what looks valuable, he'll take care of certain things first. Namely he's heading to the kitchen to see what this place has to eat, since clearly there's no staff here. After that, he'll poke around in the lobby and every other available room and be looking for anything remotely valuable not nailed down to take back to his own room. ]
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[oh whup guess who's spotted you grabbing something, Finnick]
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