gistful: ([Midnight Hotel])
Anton Shudder ([personal profile] gistful) wrote in [community profile] 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.]
skeletonenigma: (welltailoredsuit)

Garage | 22nd-23rd, closed to Callaghan

[personal profile] skeletonenigma 2015-04-16 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
It was stunningly difficult to find any single person in the Hotel these days, what with every single spare room on the ground floor taken up by thin mattresses and blankets and sleeping bags of every shape and colour - some, Skulduggery knew, probably hand-made by Anton. But it remained one of the easier places for Foreigners to meet, which was why Skulduggery left Robert Callaghan a message saying he'd found the stolen ring and would be in the Hotel's garage for the rest of the day.

The garage, at least, was relatively empty of people. When Callaghan arrived, Skulduggery would be one of the only ones there, holding a pale blue stone in one hand and watching a back corner of the space the Bentley was stored in.
Edited 2015-04-16 01:30 (UTC)
pushtheboundaries: (far away and out of sight)

[personal profile] pushtheboundaries 2015-04-16 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
It's been a rough few days. He'd just gotten home when he'd received the message, and barely gotten himself cleaned up before coming over. A change of clothes, a quick splash, resecuring his soul gem in its temporary setting- all the important things, the only one missing being, well, the ring itself.

Soon.

As quickly as he can, he makes his way over from Metal, slipping in to the garage and taking a look around. Where was...

"Skulduggery?"
tntina: (all in goooood fun)

Raiding Stork's workshop set-up whoop

[personal profile] tntina 2015-04-17 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)
The warning to not try anything funny at this Hotel place almost sounds like a challenge, really. What happens if she does pull something, huh? But the fact is, her little grenade episode out in the fields has reduced her armory by one, and unlike the Vault Hunters, Tiny Tina does not have a personal Digistruct pack to carry spares upon spares of explosives.

So she's quite gleeful upon discovering a small workshop tucked away in a garage, lacking in tools, but more than enough odds and ends for her to work with. And there's an engine, too! Well, not a complete one, but hey, she's not picky. Her backpack is off and open in a moment, a half-finished detonator, small wrench, and battered and worn bunny plush all laid out on the table. She's holding a screwdriver, and proceeds to go at the engine with it, beginning to disassemble it with surprising skill for one of her age.

The whole time she chatters aimlessly to the bunny plush. "Why yes, Miss Fancilicious, I would like to hear your latest composition. Please, prrrroceed. You know how much I enjoy your singing voice."
merb: (✈ cyclonians are coming in for landing)

[personal profile] merb 2015-04-17 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Stork hadn't been in Keeliai long enough to really understand the significance of such a flood of people, and was far more concerned with how many communicable diseases they were probably bringing with them. As such, he had no startling drive to interact with any of them, and was perfectly happy to retreat to the work space area in the Hotel's garage for some quiet time with his machines.

Coming down from his room with his toolkit and crystals under one arm, he discovered however that said work space was already being occupied.

Someone was working on his engine.

Someone small was working on his engine and, as the merb crept closer with as little sound as he could, he was very, very torn between watching the knowledgeable disassembly, and was that dynamite??

"What are you doing?" he blurted, though the end word trending higher into an eep sound.
tntina: (a PROPER lady)

[personal profile] tntina 2015-04-17 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
The sound startled Tina from her work, and she whirled, hand flying to the pack with her three remaining grenades. "Sneaking up on an artist is DANGERO-" she cut off when she saw exactly who - or what - was standing behind her, seemingly appalled about something. Not sure what, though, and it wasn't important because-

"OHMYGODYOU'REAGIANTGREENBUNNY!" She loved bunnies! Sure he was a weird looking bunny but he was there and he was talking and this was a fantastic day.
merb: (✈ how long has that been in there)

[personal profile] merb 2015-04-17 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Tina's loudly vocal reaction cause Stork to leap back a few feet, shoulders hunching defensively, which probably didn't help dispel the bunny image. "I'm a-- what??" he gaped, his mind immediately flashing to the dreaded Mist Bunnies of the stratosphere.
tntina: (this's gonna be the bomb)

[personal profile] tntina 2015-04-17 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"A buuunnyyyy." Tina drew out the word, and spun to grab the rather tattered and grimy plush from the work table. "Ya know, like Miss Fancilicious here!" Miss Fancilicious was suddenly held up in the green bunny person's face, or at least as close to his face as Tina could reach.

Which, truthfully, wasn't very close. They called her Tiny Tina for a good reason.
merb: (✈ did i take a wrong turn somewhere)

[personal profile] merb 2015-04-17 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm not a rabbit, I'm a Merb," Stork answered, sounding faintly put out, using one finger to gingerly push the grimy stuffed animal down so it wasn't in his face. Maelstroms only knew where that thing had been!

"What are you doing to my engine," he asked instead. "Where'd you learn to do that?"
tntina: (it's game time ladies)

[personal profile] tntina 2015-04-17 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hm," Tina said, appearing to be in deep thought. Then: "Never heard of it." She withdrew the offending plush and returned to the bench, plopping the ratty thing down.

"I must replenish my ammunition," she stated nonchalantly (and quite poshly, though that was gone in a second.) "Can't get to my workshop 'cos it's not here, and I already blew up a 'nade. Only got three left now." Tina began working again at the engine. "I can make a boomer outta junk like this - I'm self-taught, son!"
merb: (✈ the smallest calculations)

[personal profile] merb 2015-04-17 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"You and everyone else here," Stork replied, but it was more of a general acknowledgement. He cocked his ears at her curiously as her accent did an about face -- for a moment she sounded like someone from Terra Rex -- and then was gone again. Did she just call him son.

He reached over her head and plucked the tool from her hands quickly. "Not on this engine, it's spoken for. You'll just have to live without a 'boomer' today." He wasn't a hundred percent sure what that was, but the context was fairly evident.

"Besides, you can't make a stun grenade out of this."
tntina: (did I do that oh mah bee)

[personal profile] tntina 2015-04-18 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Wha- hey!" Tina ineffectively reached to reclaim the screwdriver. No luck; he was too tall. "What're you going to do with it that's better, huh? Also, stun grenades sound boring."

She would have continued on that tangent were it not for the arrival of another man, asking a rather familiar question. But at least he sounded better than the last guy. Oh, and there was a problem this time, as far as Tina was concerned. She pointed directly at Stork. "Yeah there is a problem! He took my screwdriver away!" Not because you were using it to disassemble his stuff, surely.
merb: (✈ i can hear you behind the curtain)

[personal profile] merb 2015-04-18 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
Stork gave her an eye like saying, how do you consider stun grenades boring and pointed out incredulously, "But they're reusable," like that was the point he was trying to make here.

Anton's arrival interrupted them, and Stork's shoulders drew inward, half nervous and half guilty. It wasn't the engine parts he was worried about; he could put it back together. But all his senses were telling him that yes, something was very wrong and he hadn't stayed alive on Terra Merbia and as a Storm Hawk by ignoring those instincts.

And then she accused him of theft.

"Because somebody is inventing Keeliai's first time share property," he deadpanned at her.
tntina: (just lost thinkin' bout those legs)

[personal profile] tntina 2015-04-18 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
For all the airs she occasionally put on of proper mannerisms and high-class upbringing, no one had ever actually treated Tina like a lady before, complete with titles. It was... actually quite a bit of a surprise. So much so that she simply stared at Anton as Stork returned the screwdriver.

"Uhh... no?" The confusion in her voice was quite clear: the idea of asking for permission had never even occurred to her. Practically a foreign concept, truly. Social niceties like that just... weren't part of Pandoran life, and while perhaps once a long time ago during days gone by she did understand it, here and now it was strange and unfamiliar.
merb: (✈ occasionally just need to hang out)

[personal profile] merb 2015-04-18 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
Tina's abrupt shift from brash to confused helped temper the niggling feeling of unease, and Stork gave a mostly-silent sigh before finally answering Anton's previous question.

"There's no problem," he said, turning to face Anton fully and, in doing so, put himself between Tina and the Hotel's owner. "I'm giving her permission to be in here. She was, uh, just about to say where she'd picked up a mechanics skill."
tntina: (girl you know i love ya)

[personal profile] tntina 2015-04-18 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
And now the boggling went from Anton to Stork. Only a moment ago he'd been taking away her things, and now he was... letting her use the workshop. Permission. It was strange and confusing and new and something clicked in her mind then, a small voice wondering if maybe things weren't like Pandora everywhere.

It wasn't loud, and it wasn't prominent, but it was there and it was a strange thought, almost a little scary to think about. Actually, a lot scary. And so she wouldn't think about it, not now.

Tina twitched and snapped back to herself, the surprised wonder gone for the moment. "I am a self-taught mistress of demolitions, with a side-degree in charm." There was pride there, pride in her talent for blowing things up and crafting explosives and learning it all on her own. "...but Scooter did teach me some stuff 'bout his runners until I upgraded their rocket launchers. He shoulda built them stronger, they wouldn't've blown up just by starting if he used better materials in the digistruct template, and now none of them can autolock anymore."
merb: (✈ in sickness and in health)

[personal profile] merb 2015-04-18 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
Stork didn't look terribly thrilled that Anton was sticking around, but he supposed that was a minor trade off. But the sidelong attention is brought back to Tina as the girl explains matter-of-factly where she got her skills.

"Demolitions," Stock echoed, which certainly explained the grenades and whatever boomers were; some type of bomb, most likely. It was probably a good thing he'd interrupted her before she'd converted his engine into something that went the wrong kind of boom.

Instead, he pulled up a stool of his own, next to the work bench. "Tell me about... runners," the pilot said, calmly beginning to put back the parts that Tina had stripped from the cylinder head like it had been nothing of consequence.
skeletonenigma: (closeup)

[personal profile] skeletonenigma 2015-04-19 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Can you imagine what a right terror she's going to be when she grows up? Takes after her - "

The voice is a woman's, unmistakeably Irish and as clear as if the owner is standing in the garage right there with Skulduggery. It vanishes the moment Callaghan appears, cut off mid-sentence, and Skulduggery - who's undeniably alone in the space - puts the pale blue stone aside.

"I found it," is the first thing he says. "It fell into the hands of a struggling couple who were trying to pawn it off. More than happy to sell to me, fortunately."
pushtheboundaries: (lost alone and bleeding)

[personal profile] pushtheboundaries 2015-04-19 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
The sound does hit his ears, and Robert wonders, looking around, but- there doesn't seem to be anyone else here. Just the detective, who still takes his attention with a bit of a chill down his spine. Not much that can be helped there, at least, and Callaghan's gotten over the whole judging-book-by-cover aspect.

He lets out a heavy breath as Skulduggery confirms his find. "I can cover that price," he says immediately. "It's the least I could do. And I can see what I could get together for your time and trouble..."
skeletonenigma: (darkfirewind)

[personal profile] skeletonenigma 2015-04-19 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
Skulduggery reaches one hand into his pocket, but hesitates before taking the ring out.

As a general rule, he tries to avoid putting too much stock in what are sometimes called 'lightning' realisations. Detectives can't always avoid them, but more often than not, they're a pretty turn of phrase for what takes grueling legwork and plenty of time invested in detecting. But sometimes, every so often, Skulduggery does have a 'lightning' realisation, and this one was brought on by the vague recognition of Robert Callaghan's breath of relief.

He takes the ring out of his pocket, but doesn't hold it out - not quite yet. "Have you met a man called Alistair Krei?" he asks instead.
pushtheboundaries: (are you listening?)

[personal profile] pushtheboundaries 2015-04-19 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
Stepping forwards, Robert himself hesitates for a moment- but then turns it in to a waiting stance, the furrow of his brow speaking for itself. If Skulduggery wants something in return, he'd just mentioned his willingness to pay...

...and abruptly, that stance changes. Stiffens. "What did he do?" Robert demands, irritation mixed with annoyance. He thought he'd been keeping a close enough eye on him, but apparently not...
skeletonenigma: (snap)

[personal profile] skeletonenigma 2015-04-22 09:10 am (UTC)(link)
There. Just there. Undoubtedly the source of Krei's discomfort the last time Skulduggery spoke with him. He'd believed then that Krei might know who the shadow thief was, had suspected an element of fear. There aren't very many things a man like Krei would be afraid of. If he's from the same world as the shadow thief, predisposed fear is natural. It's also worrying.

"That would depend on what he's done before," Skulduggery says. Another short pause, and then he holds the ring out for Callaghan to take. "What do you need half of Metal Sector for?"
pushtheboundaries: (you try to climb a mountain)

[personal profile] pushtheboundaries 2015-04-22 12:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"A number of bad decisions." But Robert reaches forwards for the ring when it's proffered, willing to let that slide for the moment-

-only to pause at the question. He doesn't have to fake anything; the question is odd to him. Half of Metal Sector...?

"...what are you talking about?"

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