[Midnight Hotel] January catch-all

[gistful]

Characters: Anyone, everyone.
Date: Month of January, 2016 (2017 in-game).
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!

As with last month, the Hotel’s wards are under stress owing to the fog. The effects are more pronounced in January; water temperature, in particular, fluctuates, and the staff will find it necessary to find a different way of disposing of the Hotel’s rubbish due to the incinerator being put out of commission. The doors still only exit onto Central.

Likewise, Anton is off his feet making sure the wards don’t fail altogether, but at least the work has made him too busy to dwell on the things that had been eating at him for the past few months. Even after the swell takes the turtle off the reef, most of Anton’s time will be spent repairing damage to the wards and making sure utilities are up to snuff as soon as possible.

Even still, the doors’ ability to access multiple sectors will remain offline for the remainder of the month, making it two months in a row that the Hotel’s access has been limited to Central.

[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.]

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big fat spoilers, fair warning

[edgeoftheknife]

Rediscover purpose. What a joke. The only purpose Erskine had ever possessed, aside from finding a pretty girl and a comfortable bed and surviving the bloody war, was his plan. Changing the world. And look where that had got him. It could be argued that the Dead Men had been his purpose for a long, long time, and Erskine would probably even agree to that, but that time was over. There were only three of them left here, and both of the other two were dead back home. One by his own hands, more or less.

"I... I don't know." It wasn't strictly true, but he needed a moment to think. He closed his eyes tight, trying to remember those exact conversations with Hopeless without getting lost in the memory of Hopeless himself. "He wanted me to help people. I wanted to help people." It's what I was trying to do, he almost said, but cut himself short. No sense dredging that conversation up again.

"I've been working with the kedan," he said instead. "I thought for a while it was helping. Me. Them. Someone, maybe." But then he'd received the Echo Stone and all of that progress had seemed to fizzle out. "It's not working anymore. Or it's not enough."

[gistful]

"Then maybe you need to do more," said Anton simply. "Whatever you've been doing to work with them, extend it. If it's been one-on-one, see what you can offer to whole groups. Maybe there's a location you can rent that would help. Or perhaps there are policies you can draft and bring to someone who can and would help fill them."

The important thing was not to stall, as the Echo Stone had made Erskine do. Anton didn't want to say it, given that Erskine had already been doing so for a century, but in this case Corrival's words could be applicable: On your feet, and don't stop moving.