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

[likesthelaugh]

[Walking out into the hallway, Roxanne takes a quick look at all the other doors. Well... they probably belong to other guests, so she doesn't want to bother them. But if anyone comes out-- she'll be taken aback a little but give a shy smile and wave.]

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.]

Belle

[greatwidesomewhere]

[Belle awakes with a start, tear tracks still dried on her cheeks. She's a little more than bewildered; had she passed out after discovering the death of her beloved Beast? Had someone put her to bed? But as the haze of confusion fades, she realizes she's in a room that's all at once unfamiliar and too familiar. The trophy heads on the walls have her terrified for a moment that Gaston survived his fall, somehow, and brought her home like yet one more trophy. But the more she looks around, the more unfamiliar things look. There are objects in this room she simply can't place; doesn't recognize at all. Shakily, she pulls herself out of bed, and even though by all rights she's still in her undergarments, ventures out into the hall with the note and key clutched in her hand, her white shift dress rustling about her calves.]

Hello?

[This is a most peculiar place, but Belle has seen more frightening places.]

...Lumiére? Cogsworth?

[Anyone?]

[higitusfigitusmigitusmum]

[Well this certainly isn't Bermuda. No it certainly isn't at all. It's not that odd for Merlin to end of somewhere random thanks to his magic, but he did specifically say Bermuda.]

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?

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.]

[theduck]

[Donald immediately wakes up to a feeling of panic.

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!

[darthfanboy]

These words mean nothing to me.

[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?

[darnsitall]

[As Roxanne is looking through the library collection, a voice pipes up directly behind her.]

Oooh, Potions and Brews For the Advanced Apothecary! And it's a first edition, too! What a find!

[greatwidesomewhere]

[Belle has been wandering a bit fruitlessly, hoping for any sign that what she woke up from wasn't real; that she might find some of her friends alive and well. When it becomes very apparent that it isn't going to happen, she decides to put her best face forward and at least investigate her new surroundings—which leads her to the dining room.

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?

[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....

[darthfanboy]

Old man.

[oh no, you got his attention.]

Surely you must know something of the resistance.

[greatwidesomewhere]

[Belle's eyes grow very wide at the sight of a man dressed all in black, with a metal face. The Beast was one thing to get used to...but this man looks nothing short of menacing. Her hand is already groping behind her for something to defend herself with.]

Nothing! I've just woken up here...please, I mean no harm!

[higitusfigitusmigitusmum]

[Merlin perks up at the sight of her in the hall.]

Ah at last! Another living soul! Tell me young lady, have you seen any of the staff? I have some um complaints!!

[likesthelaugh]

Oh! Were you... looking for this?

[The book won't do her any good. So she's happy to hand it off to the other girl.]

Here. You can have it.

[higitusfigitusmigitusmum]

Well I do not I'm afraid but um wait a moment WAIT A MOMENT! Old man!? Don't you know any manners!? Were you raised by a dragon!?

[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...

[darthfanboy]

And no harm will come to you. So long as you remain calm.

[kylo ren is definitely all about the "im gonna loom over you and intimidate you" factor, so he's gonna try to get in as close as he can - provided she doesn't just slap him away or something.]

It appears we are in a similar situation then. Do you know why that might be?

[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.

[likesthelaugh]

[The yelling and banging has certainly gotten Roxanne's attention. She hurries to the door, but it still takes her a bit to steel her nerves and answer it.]

Um... I'm sorry-- I don't work here.

[But she gets it. This. Isn't a great situation.]

[darthfanboy]

Your ridiculous questions raise suspicion.

[hi merlin he's like two inches from your face now]

Almost as if you harbor sympathy for them.

[higitusfigitusmigitusmum]

[Finally a NORMAL person.]

Well hello young lady. I'm afraid not. I thought my magic brought me but I'm having my doubts now...

[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.

[darnsitall]

[Speaking of suspicious, when Donald pounds on room 210, it opens immediately and he's greeted by the sight of some kind of zombie?]

Hello! Can I help you?

[sweettart]

[Of the things that is weird here, the first is waking up in a bed that has actual blankets and everything, instead of on top of the spongey shortcake she'd collected a few years ago and dragged into Diet Cola Mountain. The weirdness quota doesn't improve when she comes slowly awake, rubbing her eyes as she slowly pushes herself up.]

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?

[higitusfigitusmigitusmum]

[Merlin puffs his chest out. He's not afraid.]

I do not know what you are implying I recommend you. Step. Back.

[likesthelaugh]

No, unfortunately... but... if this is a hotel, then there should be someone at the front desk.

[That's how hotels are supposed to work at least. Since she would really like some answers too--]

Do you mind if I come with you?