It's all happened before...

[grimgrinningghosts]

[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.]

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feel free to notice him anywhere tbh

[nocasetoobig]

[Considering Chip's normal bed is sized appropriately, he wakes up maybe a little more quickly than most. And he's quick to get out of the sheets, hopping on to the bedstand and looking around in a contained panic.] What the-? Where am I!?

[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.]

[higitusfigitusmigitusmum]

[While searching for a staff member, Merlin happens to spot the creature running too and fro. At first he thinks it's a squirrel which almost sends him back, but of course he's not stupid. Just a chipmunk.]

My... the staff here has really let the place go....

[nocasetoobig]

Rude.

[How good's your hearing, Merlin? Because that chimpunk on the crown molding certainly heard you and seems unamused...and mostly talking to himself.]

Not like I wanted to be here in the first place...

[higitusfigitusmigitusmum]

Oh! Oh my! I beg your pardon young man.

[Talking animals aren't new to him. His best friend is a talking owl.]

Tell me do you perhaps live here? I'm a bit lost.

[nocasetoobig]

[wait wait WOAH give Chip a second to readjust. The old guy's treating him as...a person now, that he's heard him talk? And just sort of going with it?

...okay, sure. Chip'll speak up.]

Beats me- I just woke up here a little while ago. Everyone else I've seen seems just as confused.

[stenchus_rodentus]

[Another rodent, perhaps this wouldn't be entirely stra--he's wearing nothing but a jacket and a hat. This chipmunk is either insane or just...extremely shameless.

Ratigan's aghast face makes it clear to express that. In the upper Hall he approaches Chip with hands behind his back.]

Perhaps you need assistance dear sir?

[nocasetoobig]

[Maybe someone stole his pants. Did you think of that, Ratigan.

Chip turns about as Ratigan calls, first looking surprised- then relieved. This guy looks like he knows what's up!]

I sure do! Do you know anything about what's going on here?

[stenchus_rodentus]

We can both agree about your current...state, I see.

[That atrocious sense of fashion tells him it's all intentional.

He bends back, fingers delicately smushing his own chin.]

I would assume you were the orchestrator of this sham, but you don't look quite capable of that undertaking. So I suppose I can share some of my intelligence.

It's quite simple, you and I have been shanghaied. Perhaps to indenture us into cleaning this decayed domicile.

[nocasetoobig]

[



Ratigan, Chip knows big words too, but that doesn't mean he uses them all the goddamn time. He frowns doubtfully, unimpressed as he crosses his arms across his chest.]

Uh...huh.

[He pushes aside his annoyance, for now; better focus on the important things rather than the veiled insults.]

I clean up enough after my brother. They've got another thing coming if they think I'm doing this place, too.

[beat]

What's your name?

Upper Hall

[coulombslaw]

[The darting chipmunk doesn't go unnoticed. It's too fast for Virgil to see what it is, but he notices something moving. He stops and stares for a moment, unsure if he should examine any further]

...hey?

[It could have been a rat. This hotel looks so rundown it may be rat-infested]

[nocasetoobig]

...?

['Sup, Virgil. That sure is a chipmunk wearing a bomber jacket and fedora peering out at you from behind one of the legs of a display table. He doesn't say anything just yet, looking more uncertain than anything else]

[coulombslaw]

...it's just a squirrel wearing a hat. Unusual, but not who I'm looking for.

[Chipmunk, Virgil. But hey, he's no zoologist nor there's abundance of chipmunks in middle of the city, can you blame him? But deciding a random animal can't be whoever brought them all here, he doesn't seem too impressed.

Maybe it's not the best first impression Virgil could give, frankly]

[nocasetoobig]

[Cue a glance back at his tail. Nope. Still tiny. Just gonna shake his head]

Humans...

[sneezelikeakitten]

[Dipper is wandering around, checking out what he can when he notes something running past.]

Great. There's squirrels in this place.

[Like this day couldn't get any worse... Sorry, he hasn't seen the bios just yet.]

[nocasetoobig]

Why does everybody think I'm a squirrel today!?

[Don't mind him, Dipper, just muttergrumbling as he scurries along some crown molding. ALL YOU HUMANS ARE SO INATTENTIVE...]

[sneezelikeakitten]

[..........................................]

I must have hit my head or something. I could have sworn that squirrel just talked...

[nocasetoobig]

[with how many humans have been actually talking back to him today, some might consider this an excellent step in inter-species relations.

Chip, on the other hand? Is just annoyed]

I'm not a squirrel!

[sentree]

[ Experienced with hunting for monsters of all sizes, Thalia's a girl who watches for swift movements. So, it's only natural that she'll catch sight of Chip, assuming he's some kind of mouse, but- ]

Who put clothes on a little rodent? [ Eh, the Camp naiads and satyrs would be angry to learn she let him run around unattended. Time to try and scoop him up. ] C'mere, lil' guy.

[nocasetoobig]

[WOW, RUDE!?! Chip makes a rather unrodently yelp, quickly darting behind a plant. How about NOPE]

[sentree]

[ ...That sounded like an actual person-voice?! ...Okay, squeaky, but- ] Whoa, quick paws!

[ Let's...crouch down by the plant. ]

I'm not gonna hurt you, come on out.

[sweettart]

[She notices a small furry something skurrying around eventually and, being curious, naturally tries sneaking up behind him to get a closer look.]

[nocasetoobig]

[As it stands, Chip's a little too focused on trying to see if he can fit in to this hole down here. He doesn't notice her, poking his head through before realizing that no, he probably won't be able to...

...

Aaaaaand now he's stuck FML. Just gonna. Put his hands on either side of the hole his head's stuck in and try pull-pushing himself out]

Hnnnhh-!

upper hall

[forgottenfounder]

[With Oswald being as short as he is, it's not that difficult for him to catch something that might be amiss. Being a rabbit kind of had its advantages like that.]

Anyone... here? [He chuckles nervously, shuffling forward.] If this is a ghost, I'm really not in the mood right now for jokes.

[nocasetoobig]

[Oh! That's not a human. Chip peers down from his current perch on one of the side tables, waving a paw]

Up here!

[forgottenfounder]

Where? [He turns, and turns, ears twitching as he looked for the spot where-oh! He finally spots the little guy on the table and marches over.]

Huh, you're not a ghost. [He peers down at the chipmunk.] Are you stuck here too?