[Midnight Hotel] July catch-alll

[gistful]

Characters: Anyone, everyone.
Date: Month of JULY, 2016.
Location: The Midnight Hotel.
Situation: Catch-all post! Feel free to use this post for anything that happens within the Midnight Hotel during the month, using the subject header to label specific rooms or for specific people. See also the OOC note at the bottom.
Warnings/Rating: Mark your threads if content warnings become applicable, please!

Though the attack on Anton and Jintou occurred outside of the Hotel, its effects can nevertheless be seen on the Hotel’s runnings during July. Jintou is absent, in the first place, though Anton keeps his room in the event he’s found.

For the last few days of June and the first couple days of July Anton is preoccupied with rebuilding the shops he damaged in his attempt to stop Jintou from being taken, and therefore a good deal of the Hotel’s daily running is in the hands of his staff and a handful of trusted ex-gang kedan.

Within the first few days of the month Anton’s health takes a nosedive. Though the chronic condition discovered by Raine and Tony wasn’t previously active, the poisoning attempt apparently changed that and for the rest of this month Anton is under enforced bed-rest—or if not bed-rest then an enforced holiday. For that reason, any and all offers to help out with maintenance, cleaning, cooking, accounting and other daily chores at the Hotel will be welcomed.

Provided, that is, that no one minds the Hotel proprietor hovering over their shoulders—when he isn’t being sat on by a giant wolf to make sure he doesn’t overtax himself.

Hotel rules are, obviously, still in effect.

[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, JOB OR AREA IN THE GARAGE, OR ARE MOVING OUT. Anton will manufacture means of payment until Foreigners are able to properly offer recompense or choose to move out.]

Comments

Closed to Valdis | Early July | Mild spoilers for SP likely

[edgeoftheknife]

Ah, paperwork. How Ravel missed you. Almost as much as he missed endless meetings, hours in the bloody conference room in the Sanctuary, itchy collars and gallons of caffeine and takeout food at two in the morning whilst trying to stay awake in his office.

...so basically except for the takeout food (because homecooked meals have always been a rarity for him), not at all.

At least this wasn't a stack of reports detailing how badly Ireland was faring against the Supreme Council. How many Irish sorcerers had been captured, or how many foreign agents had been spotted within the country. Enemy movements. Casualties. Compared to all that, an inventory of the Hotel's supplies was positively cute and fluffy.

Ravel sipped absently on a cup of coffee while shuffling through the pages of the inventory, slouched almost impossibly far down in the chair behind the front desk with his shoes kicked up on the edge of the desk. Anton wouldn't approve of that, the feet on the desk. Good thing Anton was off resting.

Anton | July 2nd | Probably SP spoilers

[redlightgreenlight]

In the days after Anton's poisoning, Valdis hadn't left the hotel except to go to the Dojo to teach her classes. Otherwise, she watched Anton with all the devotion of a sheepdog, always keeping one eye on him and every sense on alert for threats. Even the Kedan who normally hung out in the hotel had been more cautious in their interaction with Anton lest they incur the annoyance of the hound. This particular evening, while Anton was supposed to be resting in his room, the black wolf was curled up as small as she could get near his door, her tail over her nose, apparently asleep.

Anton | Early July | CW: silly fluff

[edgeoftheknife]

Things had finally started to calm back down for Erskine. He was no longer chained to Skulduggery, which meant that apart from regaining a much needed measure of privacy, he was sleeping in Anton's room again. He could eat food whenever he felt like it (which was admittedly not often enough, but the capacity was there). He could shower without undue hassle.

And then Anton fell ill after getting poisoned, and things got a whole lot more complicated again in a hurry.

Suddenly Anton was on bedrest, courtesy of Raine, and Erskine had more or less bypassed everyone else working in the Hotel to proclaim himself the temporary head of operations. Which was fine. Everything was fine. People were pitching in, chores were getting done, and food was getting made (by some small miracle). Erskine was more worried about Anton than the Hotel, in all honesty. The idiot didn't seem to know the meaning of the term "bedrest."

So Erskine decided to enforce the idea the best way he knew how: by sleeping on top of Anton.

It was actually a bit of a bargain: it kept Anton pinned to the bed, and it usually meant Ravel slept better. Win-win.

Closed to Anton | July 19

[wrathfulkhan]

Anton had been ill, and Gene wanted to check up on him, show his support. He liked the guy, after all, and even though he didn't live here anymore he figured he might as well pitch in and offer to cook. So he went and knocked on the door of Anton's room.

"Hey, Anton? May I come in?"

Anton, Erskine, Open | July 21st

[purered]

It was nightfall by the time Klaus got to the hotel. He hadn't meant to take so long in arriving, truly. There were just a lot of sights to see, and though he already missed his teammates profoundly, it was a nice change of pace being in a city where several hours could pass without something blowing up, falling down, or going on a rampage. He'd stopped at a few shops for necessities - a change of clothes, some toiletries, a comb. Klaus felt he had exercised remarkable self-control in not purchasing that cologne that had some strange, but oddly pleasant and subtle notes.

The money he'd gotten for the coins in his pocket was not much but he'd added it to the small stipend from the welcoming center. He could get by for a couple days if he was frugal. He'd have to avoid giving in to temptation- which meant no sweets. He wasn't sure how his poor heart could stand it.

Ducking a bit as he stepped through the door out of the wind, he peered around curiously at the lobby. It had that modern rustic feel, with its wooden supports and marble floor and illuminated in yellow light. It looked, for all intents and purposes, quite inviting.

Shutting the door behind him with a soft 'click', Klaus strode through the lobby, past the fireplace and to the front desk. He didn't see anyone around yet, but that hardly meant anything. A run to the back room or something might have been necessary. For now, he took a seat on one of the couches, going through his notes and maps, and notes on maps for places to explore. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but it kept his mind off things he couldn't do anything about for now. He hoped what was said about time not passing was true, but still, he worried. He always worried. It knotted somewhere in the pit of his stomach until everything felt terribly tangled.

No, it was best to focus on other things for now. Even if time wasn't stopped, Libra could get by without him for a little while.

PARTY TIME | Late July | OPEN

[edgeoftheknife]

It's been almost a month now since Erskine's "hostile takeover" of the Hotel, and since the call for assistance around said Hotel while Anton was on bedrest. Things have been running smoothly, more or less, which speaks pretty well of the help that's been given. Meals are getting cooked (and not poured from cereal boxes). Laundry is still getting done, things are clean, and the Hotel's books are finally back in order (no thanks to Erskine on that one--thank you, Klaus).

So maybe it's time to thank everyone for their help. Erskine realized a few nights ago that aside from the few words of direction he's given people, or the occasional absent greeting, he really doesn't know anyone who works at the Hotel. And considering the fact that he's not only been on staff for months, but has barely left the Hotel in months, that's quite an accomplishment.

Today there's a large sheet cake in the common room of the Hotel, flanked by little plates, forks, glasses, and drinks of various non-alcoholic sorts. The cake has "THANK YOU" scrawled across it--it's a very nice, very pretty cake. Erskine didn't make it.

Anyone, and I do mean anyone except China kthxbai, is welcome to come around and have a piece of cake. This might even turn into a party.

If there's music, it might even turn into a dance party.

Spoilers: It will.

((ooc: Please feel free to make other threads under this, tag in ANYONE, and have fun! Replies can be in prose or actionspam idec. Just have fun and enjoy a non-flaily non-angsty party :3 ))

backdated; closed to Anton

[pushtheboundaries]

[with Anton under the weather, he could probably use some company - or, at least, some sort of distraction. which is why Robert's making the short trip with a small care package - as well as being ready to volunteer his services, if they're necessary.

it's the least he could do, really.]