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.]

Comments

[sentree]

[ Wha... ]

You're one of the strangest creatures... [Glances back at his information. Underworld, huh. ] You some kinda...new thing from Tartarus?

[stenchus_rodentus]

[Why be honest when you can totally roll with this and get a good laugh.]

Precisely, I'm what you call...a genie of Tartarus. Quite new.

[sentree]

[ Unfortunately she is not very gullible. ]

Right, and I can sprout gills. Djinn aren't from Tartarus they're...Arab, I think, what're you really?

[stenchus_rodentus]

I see someone has read up on their mythology~

[So much for that.]

If the ears and whiskers aren't a dead giveaway I'll give it to you plainly: I am a mouse.

[sentree]

...Just a mouse? But...mice can't talk. Not to me.

[stenchus_rodentus]

Then lucky for you you merely stumbled onto a long hallucinatory episode, haven't you?

[sentree]

Funny. I don't know what's going on here, but I'm not going to be talked down to by...I guess a little mouse.

[ That bit about drowning orphans was pretty awful but honestly he'd be more threatening if he didn't just come up to her ankle, so Thalia rolls her eyes. ]

[stenchus_rodentus]

[He wishes he could document this and send this Basil with a note saying SEE? NOT A RAT.]

Isn't that a coincidence, it appears as though we're all in the same boat.

[sentree]

Oh, so you don't live in this fine establishment?

[ Her words are just lathered in sarcasm, honestly. ]

[stenchus_rodentus]

I pity the fool who even leased it.

[Clearly they don't decorate.]

[sentree]

[ S i g h ]

Well, Mister... [ She squints at the bio. Oh, gods, this is why she's mostly been listening- ] Rag...anitan- no, that can't be right- Mister Mouse, monster or not, I'm going to try and figure out what's going on here and if you're an unwilling occupant, I'll try and drag you out too.