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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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The look he gave Krei was surprised as he went in and beckoned Krei to follow before he closed the door. "No one's told you about Anton's dog-on-a-leash? Well then!" Larrikin clapped his hands and beamed. "Siddown in one of Anton's really comfy chairs and I'll tell you all about it! Anton's magic takes the form of a gist, see, and a gist is basically all of its owner's anger and hate and bad thoughts made real. It goes schloop--" He motioned something appearing out of his chest. "--right outta his chest and then massacres anything he directs it at. Only, he can't keep it out too long or it'll take him over and then he'll be a tiny little voice inside the gist instead of the gist being a tiny little voice in him."
Larrikin looked thoughtfully up at the ceiling, rocking back and forth on his heels. "I remember once--no, wait, there was this other time, we were in the middle of this battle, a few hundred strong on each side when suddenly they came out of nowhere on the flank and we didn't have the men to spare. The whole army would've been cut in two, you know, that really annoying pincer movement which sucks unless you use it yourself and then it's really satisfying? But Anton was on the flank and he shouts at us to keep our lines, and steps out and releases his gist and--there must've been a hundred of 'em coming at him, but inside ten seconds they weren't anything more than limbs and organs and bloody mud splattered everywhere."
Somewhere along the path of this dialogue, Larrikin's face had sobered. "That's what the gist does, you see," he said. "It's violence incarnate. It kills, and that's it. Anton tries not to use it, but when you're in a tight spot, surrounded and nothing left to lose, no one can get you out of it faster."
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It comes from one of the so-called "really comfy chairs," where Krei's taken up residence while Larrikin tells his next story. Only this one isn't quite as much fun, aside from the bit about Larrikin and Anton actually surviving the encounter. And the longer Larrikin talks the paler Krei goes--not necessarily because they're in the office and shouldn't be, but just the sheer violence of the imagery. What must it be like to live with something like that inside you?
What must it be like to live in the kind of world where something like that actually happens?
"I... no, no one told me about that." He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and rubs the back of his neck. "I would imagine it's probably not Anton's favorite topic of conversation."
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He tugged thoughtfully on one of the longest strands by his temple. "Actually, he's never tried to hide it, that I remember. I mean, sure, when the war started we were across the Continent and wound up joining the army 'cos we were helping another group get there alive and no one asked what our magic was 'cos mine's obvious and they all assumed Anton's was martial--where did that sentence begin? Eh."
Larrikin shrugged and flopped into the chair nearest Krei, so he could sprawl across both their chairs and dangerously close to Krei's lap. "He didn't tell anyone for a while, but he couldn't afford to keep it hidden for long. Gist-users are too valuable in a war, see? They're like--like--I don't know, some massive weapon which can single-handedly change the course of a war. Like Greek fire to ships. He had a guard for a while at first, until they were sure he wouldn't get taken over by the gist, but Anton's stable. He's the oldest gist-user in known history, yanno. Most of 'em don't live much over three hundred, and from what he's said about his timeline he's over five."
He grinned. "That's my boy."