The Midnight Hotel January catch-all

[gistful]

Characters: Anyone, everyone.
Date: Month of January, 2016
Location: The Midnight Hotel
Situation: Catch-all post! Feel free to use this post for anything that happens within the Midnight Hotel over the month of January, using the subject header to label specific rooms or for specific people. Please also see the OOC note at the bottom.
Warnings/Rating: None thus far.

The Midnight Hotel was among the few buildings which showed no sign of having been damaged by the invasion six months ago. That followed, of course; the Hotel hadn't even been present. But either way it stood out, and many of the kedan knew by now that the building, so different from the architecture of the rest of the city, was a safe-haven. Too many mistook it as a Foreigner safe-haven alone, but not all; even now there was usually one or two kedan present.

Some of them were gang-members, ones with whom Anton had forged closer relationships before the Foreigners' year-long disappearance or simply those who chose to visit in defiance of the general public's opinion.

Anton had taken great pains to give the Foreigners structure and normalcy. While the means of payment were, in some cases, not much more than an illusion, he gave as much in the way of purpose as he could. As a result there were now many Foreigners on staff at the Hotel, though of course the rules were still in strict effect. Anton himself was readily available at most given moments if needed for assistance, questions or otherwise.

There was also an oddity in the lobby: a construction in one of the corners where a long bank of three public consoles was being built. The Metalworkers responsible for its construction were generally taciturn and more concerned with their work than with interactions, but they didn't seem worried about being observed or by the close proximity of the Foreigners.


[ooc: The Midnight Hotel's status page is available here, with the rules at the top and ongoing status at the bottom. PLEASE POST TO THE STATUS PAGE IF YOUR CHARACTER WOULD LIKE A ROOM. Anton will manufacture means of payment until Foreigners are able to properly offer recompense or choose to move out, so you can assume they're 'paying' in some method.

If you have a specific job for your character to do around the Hotel (eg working the kitchen, security, house chores) please also note that so I can keep track of Anton's casual staff.]

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[gistful]

As Bakura assumed, Anton didn't press on that issue. He had suspected it was sensitive and painful and Bakura's answer confirmed that it was; it also confirmed that there had indeed been some kind of stasis involved. That was enough, for now, and it explained a few things about Bakura himself.

The return question was an interesting one, and at first Anton remained quiet in order to consider his answer. At last he said, "A place of learning. I didn't learn to read or write until I was into my third century. I didn't understand the power it could have until then--to conceptualise ideas, to ... create. Egypt is an ancient land which used words as power, and you have seen the similarities between hieroglyphs and sigils. When I realised what they could do, I realised perhaps they could help me establish a place of safety for others, regardless of creed or merit. It was not the only place I sought knowledge. In those days, during the war, I could only snatch time wherever we happened to be, if there was opportunity. But whenever we were in Egypt--I learned."

[denyamenti]

Despite everything, hearing his homeland spoken of in such a way still managed to bring Bakura a sense of satisfaction and, though he may not have realized it for what it was, a measure of peace. His issues with the monarchy aside, Egypt itself had always been precious to him. It was something that he would have desired to live, uncomplicated by shadow magic and hostile invaders. If Set actually had ascended to Pharaoh from High Priest, Bakura hoped the man at least hadn't screwed things up too badly. Then again, it was a lost period in Egypt's history, so he supposed they hadn't done everything right.

It was, in fact, one of the things he'd initially bonded with Solomon over -- that the Egypt of his, and Anton's world, still maintained a connection of that ancient time, even if it was bound up in the necromancer's Temple. (The irony did not escape him.)

"I would have liked to see an Egypt still teaching," was all he said.

[gistful]

Ah. A patriot. Anton considered that trait alongside what he knew of Bakura and found it fit quite well. One could love one's country and not the people who led it. Indeed, that added quite a bit of context to the nature of Bakura's bitterness. Egypt had, at one stage, been among the most highly magical of nations--not in its sheer power, as the Cradles were, but in its acceptance in daily life. India had been another.

In the modern era, it made both of them among the richest of magical history.

"It may not be impossible," Anton said thoughtfully, underscored by the quick, measured thud of his knife on the chopping-block. "The Hotel came here well enough, and its wards are in some measure still capable of movement. I had not intended it to be a transdimensional building, but it seems to me the notion is not so far-fetched as I had thought."

In which case, it was entirely possible it could be used to visit other dimensions.

[denyamenti]

"Don't you want the Hotel to go back to where it's supposed to be?" Bakura asked, and that led him into another question. "Speaking of that, why didn't you? I thought you were providing the bastion of neutrality in your world. Or did the magician not give you the same offer she gave to the rest of us?"

[gistful]

"She did," said Anton, scraping vegetables into one of the pots. "But it is my understanding that time there does not move while I am here. My dimension loses nothing for my extended presence here and could well be enriched by the knowledge I bring back, if I can break the memory erasure."

[denyamenti]

"I went back to the time I'd been pulled from," Bakura confirmed. "As for remembering... I didn't, but I knew something wasn't the same. I just didn't know what it was."

Which, had he not gone back to the middle of the Memory RPG, might have given him more than a moment's pause. But there had been so much to do right then, that he hadn't allowed himself the time to dwell on what was amiss.

Since he'd gotten back, it had been hard not to wonder if that might have made a difference in the outcome.

[gistful]

It was an opening to ask after Bakura's past, about his experience returned home. Anton let it pass. He'd never been known for being the sort to probe, anyway. "That is what I don't wish to experience," he said. "A great deal of a person's being is defined by what he remembers. There are things I've learned here I would give a great deal not to forget, and not only for my sake. Therefore I will remain here until I can return home without losing those memories."

[denyamenti]

"Akh," the thief agreed idly, to Anton's assertion that memory was a defining trait. "Experiences, memories, choices made." Then he exhaled grumpily, sweeping the fruit rind into the trash. "Everything in this place really does come back to that theme, doesn't it."

[gistful]

"It seems so," Anton acknowledged without looking up. He had long since mastered the art of work and conversation at once, provided his conversation partner didn't mind the lack of direct eye-contact, which Bakura didn't appear to. "It is a place where the physical means less than the spiritual and the mental. Fitting, perhaps, if daunting with regard to the return home. And insular, in its own way, which of course can be problematic in its own way."