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tushanshu_logs2015-04-15 07:50 pm
gistful) wrote in tushanshu_logs2015-04-15 07:50 pm
[Midnight Hotel] Fourth-wall catch-all; 15-30 April
Characters: Anyone, everyone.
Date: 15-30th April, ‘2016’.
Location: The Midnight Hotel.
Situation: It’s the fourth-wall event and there’s a sudden influx of patrons! Feel free to use this post for anything that happens within the Midnight Hotel during the two weeks of the fourth-wall event, using the subject header to label specific rooms or for specific people. Regulars should feel free to continue using the non-fourth-wall Hotel post for pre-fourth-wall threads! See also the OOC note at the bottom.
Warnings/Rating: Mark your threads if content warnings become applicable, please!
The Midnight Hotel is a magical place—which is fortunate, because Keeliai has magically doubled the number of patrons the Hotel is capable of holding. Where else is capable of catering to an extra fifty Foreigners? the kedan say. Where else would want to?
Unfortunately, for all the Hotel’s many qualities and all the proprietor’s many skills, he can’t conjure up enough rooms for fifty extra people on no notice.
The solution: giant slumber party.
For the next two weeks the ground-floor common-area and the dining-area beside the garage have been repurposed as sleeping areas. Blankets, sheets, pillows, bean-bags, sleeping-bags—Mr Anton Shudder has gone, quite literally, to town in order to cater to the new arrivals. No one is going to be uncomfortable, except by the prospect of sleeping so close to strangers—but there isn’t much to be done about that. The very few rooms still available have been reserved for those who well and truly require the privacy.
Catering is a little more difficult. Suffice to say Mr Shudder is outsourcing for a good part of the fortnight.
On the plus side, Mr Shudder is gracious enough to let those without a soul-gem stay for free. As long as, of course, they Follow The Rules, which are told to every newcomer nearly as soon as they’re welcomed through the door.
Although Anton does attend the festival, he can be regularly found throughout the Hotel for anyone who has questions or concerns. He will, most of the time, be dogged by a bouncy fellow with an indefatigable grin, and it won’t be uncommon to hear variations of the following conversation:
“Hey, Anton—”
“No.”
“You didn’t even—”
“No.”
“Excuse me, I was just going to say—”
“Absolutely not.”
“Anton, hey Anton, hey hey Anton?”
“No.”
And so it goes.
[ooc: The Midnight Hotel’s status page is available here, with the rules at the top and ongoing status at the bottom. PLEASE PM ME IF YOUR CHARACTER WILL PERFORM A VIOLENT ACT. The Hotel is a neutral-zone and the proprietor is very strict as to acts of violence, and it will receive a response.
It will not be necessary for fourth-wall characters to officially check into the Hotel during the event.]
Date: 15-30th April, ‘2016’.
Location: The Midnight Hotel.
Situation: It’s the fourth-wall event and there’s a sudden influx of patrons! Feel free to use this post for anything that happens within the Midnight Hotel during the two weeks of the fourth-wall event, using the subject header to label specific rooms or for specific people. Regulars should feel free to continue using the non-fourth-wall Hotel post for pre-fourth-wall threads! See also the OOC note at the bottom.
Warnings/Rating: Mark your threads if content warnings become applicable, please!
The Midnight Hotel is a magical place—which is fortunate, because Keeliai has magically doubled the number of patrons the Hotel is capable of holding. Where else is capable of catering to an extra fifty Foreigners? the kedan say. Where else would want to?
Unfortunately, for all the Hotel’s many qualities and all the proprietor’s many skills, he can’t conjure up enough rooms for fifty extra people on no notice.
The solution: giant slumber party.
For the next two weeks the ground-floor common-area and the dining-area beside the garage have been repurposed as sleeping areas. Blankets, sheets, pillows, bean-bags, sleeping-bags—Mr Anton Shudder has gone, quite literally, to town in order to cater to the new arrivals. No one is going to be uncomfortable, except by the prospect of sleeping so close to strangers—but there isn’t much to be done about that. The very few rooms still available have been reserved for those who well and truly require the privacy.
Catering is a little more difficult. Suffice to say Mr Shudder is outsourcing for a good part of the fortnight.
On the plus side, Mr Shudder is gracious enough to let those without a soul-gem stay for free. As long as, of course, they Follow The Rules, which are told to every newcomer nearly as soon as they’re welcomed through the door.
Although Anton does attend the festival, he can be regularly found throughout the Hotel for anyone who has questions or concerns. He will, most of the time, be dogged by a bouncy fellow with an indefatigable grin, and it won’t be uncommon to hear variations of the following conversation:
“Hey, Anton—”
“No.”
“You didn’t even—”
“No.”
“Excuse me, I was just going to say—”
“Absolutely not.”
“Anton, hey Anton, hey hey Anton?”
“No.”
And so it goes.
[ooc: The Midnight Hotel’s status page is available here, with the rules at the top and ongoing status at the bottom. PLEASE PM ME IF YOUR CHARACTER WILL PERFORM A VIOLENT ACT. The Hotel is a neutral-zone and the proprietor is very strict as to acts of violence, and it will receive a response.
It will not be necessary for fourth-wall characters to officially check into the Hotel during the event.]
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He's never seen the hotel so full. He hadn't really thought about how many people had been here - perhaps if he had, he might have hesitated to direct Thomas here.
Still, it is the safest place to be...
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Once the bedding's spread and made, Tom adds, "From the sounds of it, nobody was expecting it to be at all like this. I came here on a tip, myself." He scanned the room once more. "I'd have liked a little more privacy, but... well. Beggars can't be choosers, after all." Almost literally - he technically is homeless here.
He leans back on his heels, stroking his beard in thought. "You say you live in the Metal Sector? I understand that's the more technologically advanced area -- what do you do there?" If he's stuck here, he'll need to start looking for a job himself. "I met a lovely AI earlier today who put in a good word for Stark Industries."
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His attention drifts back to Tom, and he nods in confirmation. "Stark's not bad- I know a few others there- but right now I'm doing a bit more in the private sector. Odd jobs, doing repairs and upgrades to the systems here- they're all very basic, but I'm considering setting up some classes so that they don't have to rely so much on me." Sure, it'd technically put him 'out' of a job, but may also open a few more doors...
"My name's Robert, by the way. Robert Callaghan." And he offers out his hand.
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He stops to listen to the stranger talk, expression brightening at he heard more. Well, it seemed there was no end to the men of science Tom would be meeting today. The age and exhaustion fades from his expression, a spark of interest and intrigue quickly drowning it out. And then he mentioned teaching!
Tom himself had little interest in being a professor, as it often took time from his own projects, but he had endless respect for those who took the time to pass knowledge on -- especially if there was a profit to be made from hoarding the information; After all, he'd lose a chunk of his customer base -- even create competition! -- by passing along his skills.
He gazed at the stranger with a mix of wonder and respect, relieved to know there was someone who had both the heart and the privilege to put progress over profit. Perhaps his gaze lingered a little too long before he finally answered. "Private sector is certainly the way to do it, if you have the opportunity. I know I was happy to break away from military funding back home."
When the stranger offers his name and his hand, Tom wastes no time accepting the handshake with a firm, friendly grip. "Doctor Thomas Light."
He held the man's hand a moment longer, looking him in the eyes, smile broadening. Tom had a good feeling about him.
"You know, this might not be the best place to have a conversation. I believe the hotel is serving food to us -- er, the ones without those... gems, I think."
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Robert's not completely selfless, but he's getting a bit weary of such simple work- the more they know, the more they can do, and the more they can push themselves to improve; the more they will, in turn, need him to assist.
And it's always nice to be needed.
It's also a pleasant feeling to be looked at in that way. When was the last time someone looked up to him like that?
"You look like you were getting for some sleep, anyway- I should let you be. I just came around to make sure everything in the kitchen was still working." And then something else hits him. "No gems- the soul crystals, you mean...?"
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"Yes! Those. Anyone without one can stay here for free, and I'm not sure, but I think we get the same deal for a meal, too." Which sounds wonderful. He hadn't eaten all day, and... well, he didn't get this gut from bad genetics.
He's already turned and scanning the room when he addresses Robert again. "So, Robert -- what's your specialty? Anything you concentrate on in science, or a little bit of everhthing?"
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Some his own.
Others...well.
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Still getting the hang of it finally registers in Tom's mind after another moment, and the smile broadens, the spark of excitement simmering down into a calmer, warm gaze. Perhaps this time around he'd found someone whose technology hadn't quite caught up to his own world's, but, well -- but he was certain Robert's world had something amazing he could share.
"Robotics are my specialty as well," he says, stepping closer to his new friend. "Robotics and artificial intelligence. I'm afraid now I can't let you leave until I've heard all about your work."
His tone is playful, and if Robert truly does want to leave he could dismiss it as a joke. But Tom can't hide that eager look in his eyes, like a child on Christmas Eve.