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tushanshu_logs2015-01-02 09:50 am
gistful) wrote in tushanshu_logs2015-01-02 09:50 am
The Midnight Hotel January catch-all
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.]
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.]
all good XD
"I do," he said, stirring the soup. "The Hotel is ordinarily translocational. Every twelve hours, it would move to another location in the world, so I had a far greater patron base than most Hotels do. Nor do I discriminate. As long as the Hotel's rules are followed, anyone is welcome here--regardless of what they've done in their pasts or presents. Many of my patrons are those who have been shunned or committed crimes, and have found ordinary life difficult. For most, it's simply a temporary refuge. For some, it's an opportunity."
The truly terrible always thought they could get away with it, somehow. Anton had had many, many people try to abuse the Hotel over the years, people who felt that since Anton disallowed law-enforcement it meant he was a pushover, or could be bribed. Even some of those who knew his reputation from the war started to think he had been tamed. They learned, very quickly, that such thinking was false.
The coffee grinder's alarm went off, and Anton made sure the soup was fine before finding a mug and going to finish making the drink, and brought it to Callaghan steaming hot.
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He was struggling to understand, struggling to apply his own knowledge, memory, the portal- was that this, then? He'd perhaps gotten knocked out instead of killed, thrown in to it in a twist of irony, and then all this?
...did that mean Abigail was here?
By the time Anton returned, he'd had to put down the tools at hand, two fingers pressed to his forehead as he readdressed the circumstances that had brought him here. It seemed as though it was all just hitting him now, causing no small amount of stressed tension to bleed through his best attempts at control. He hardly noticed the other man's approach until the scent reached him, and he lowered his hand slowly, trying to focus on /that/.
"Thank you. I do appreciate it."
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"Not through the Hotel, no," said Anton. "My Hotel is highly warded and highly magical. When the magician who summoned me did so, her magic crossed with the Hotel's and brought it here in my wake. However ..." He glanced around thoughtfully. "However, I have been beginning to think it may be possible to use the Hotel in such a manner. The theory of dimensional shunting is sound; in practice no one has managed a solid cross-dimensional connection only because there are too many dimensions to reliably connect to one that's habitable."
Shunters had been trying for centuries. It was the magic of the wild, the reckless, those unhappy with the world and wanting to leave it; the magic of sorcerers who sought something past the confines of the planet. After a fashion, the magical version of astronauts.
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There- might have been an unconscious bitterness to his tone, but rather than elaborate on it Callaghan instead took a sip of the dark liquid at hand. Its sharpness was almost a relief, a grounding and familiar taste with all of this...nonsense.
Twenty four hours ago, he'd been in the ruins of Krei Tech's old test facilities, hunting down the last parts he needed for his vengeance. Now?...
Now he was talking about dimensional shunting to someone who may as well have been a sorcerer, and trying very hard not to let his mind slip in to all the terrible sort of things that could have happened, with all this new information, all the wretched fates and inhabitable worlds because Krei had been too stupid and proud to make sure everything was clear-
He took another sip, hand so tight on the mug that the knuckles had begun to turn white. The odds that Abigail was here, too, were so astronomically small as to be nonexistent.
She was still gone. And he was no longer in a position to do anything about it.
"Once I can get this running," he went on, trying to change the subject, "along with the other devices- will I have to worry about breaking the 'magic' in it, or will that adapt to what's there?"
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"The incinerator should adapt," Anton answered the topic-shift, "though I will still review what's there after the fact, to ensure it hasn't affected anything untoward. The fridges I shall have to update." He observed Callaghan for a moment longer and then added, somewhat obliquely, "If, at any time, you have any questions regarding ... anything in Keeliai which may be unfamiliar ... allow me to oblige you by answering them."
It was a somewhat sideways offer to talk. Callaghan didn't strike Anton as the type to have bothered making many friends, or who felt the need to discuss much other than his work. Skulduggery was the same way, and that hadn't turned out particularly well on several occasions.
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Nonetheless, Callaghan kept to the subject change with a stubborn determination. "I'd like to be there when you do, if you don't mind. Maybe I can get a better understanding from watching you work with it." The notes would help, but so would seeing it in practice. Hopefully it was more than just chalk and symbols, because if that was all it took to it...
Though the offer? Had him pause, and tilt his head. And then, after another moment, nod.
"I'd be grateful."
Whether or not he understood the hidden offer remained to be seen, but it would be good to have someone he could count on here.
i'm really sorry this is so late
"Is there anything for which you require my aid in the present?" he asked. If not, he would go back into the lobby to complete some of his work there, and let Callaghan familiarise himself with the mechanics.
NO WORRIES i think we can basically fade at this point?
He had the feeling that sooner or later, he'd have to face it.
yep!
With that he left the engineer to his work.