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tushanshu_logs2016-02-03 03:04 pm
gistful) wrote in tushanshu_logs2016-02-03 03:04 pm
[Midnight Hotel] February catch-all
Characters: Anyone, everyone.
Date: Month of February, 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!
This month the Hotel’s wards are back up to snuff, thanks to the fog being blown off. Notably, the main doors open into all sectors once more – which is a relief to anyone who made a habit of using the Hotel for a shortcut. As always, the windows and garage doors still only open into Central.
There’s a sizeable flow of traffic in and out, mostly due to visitors from Hatal and their curiosity. Apparently it’s gotten around that the Hotel is magical and a common location for Foreigners and odd things, and as a result there’s a bit of a ‘tourist’ feel in the Hotel this month. Foreigners may find themselves being treated as novelties and asked to do magic, even if they aren't magical. The igheeri seem mostly interested in critiquing the architecture (for which they are too tall) and the sinayg can be found trying to listen to the magic in the walls (the exact sound of which is apparently a subject of hot debate), while the muin just seem to want to immerse themselves in the ‘culture’.
About mid-month Anton will toss out and ban a group of five Jagaiz fighters, to the surprise of no one who’s seen them for more than five minutes. They’re all the sort which are good enough at fighting to think they’re the best even though none of them are champions; low-grade braggers and bullies, essentially. Other, politer Jagaiz fighters who visit, if asked, will confirm that their lot isn’t particularly well-liked and their means of gaining sponsorship is a bit suspect.
None of the five suffer more than a few broken bones (and a concussion), and the loss of a few cheap items they forfeited by being forcibly shown the door.
Otherwise, for the observant, much of the furniture has been ‘labelled’ with small English or Chinese engravings in unobtrusive places – courtesy of River. Visitors from Hatal apparently find this ‘culture’ of naming possessions ‘delightful’. In other news, there’s a new kedan by the name of Dardul permanently residing at the Hotel. He’s a bit vacant with obvious memory issues, and is liable to forget people who talk to him; he’s regularly visited by Milyn and is under the care of another permanent resident, Malcil, who seems to prefer not to talk much with strangers himself.
In other other news, Anton can be seen wearing a colourful party hat all day on the 7th of the month, with bonus party tooter in his jacket pocket which he will absolutely use to greet Erskine every time they talk (while wearing a very bland expression).
[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.]
Date: Month of February, 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!
This month the Hotel’s wards are back up to snuff, thanks to the fog being blown off. Notably, the main doors open into all sectors once more – which is a relief to anyone who made a habit of using the Hotel for a shortcut. As always, the windows and garage doors still only open into Central.
There’s a sizeable flow of traffic in and out, mostly due to visitors from Hatal and their curiosity. Apparently it’s gotten around that the Hotel is magical and a common location for Foreigners and odd things, and as a result there’s a bit of a ‘tourist’ feel in the Hotel this month. Foreigners may find themselves being treated as novelties and asked to do magic, even if they aren't magical. The igheeri seem mostly interested in critiquing the architecture (for which they are too tall) and the sinayg can be found trying to listen to the magic in the walls (the exact sound of which is apparently a subject of hot debate), while the muin just seem to want to immerse themselves in the ‘culture’.
About mid-month Anton will toss out and ban a group of five Jagaiz fighters, to the surprise of no one who’s seen them for more than five minutes. They’re all the sort which are good enough at fighting to think they’re the best even though none of them are champions; low-grade braggers and bullies, essentially. Other, politer Jagaiz fighters who visit, if asked, will confirm that their lot isn’t particularly well-liked and their means of gaining sponsorship is a bit suspect.
None of the five suffer more than a few broken bones (and a concussion), and the loss of a few cheap items they forfeited by being forcibly shown the door.
Otherwise, for the observant, much of the furniture has been ‘labelled’ with small English or Chinese engravings in unobtrusive places – courtesy of River. Visitors from Hatal apparently find this ‘culture’ of naming possessions ‘delightful’. In other news, there’s a new kedan by the name of Dardul permanently residing at the Hotel. He’s a bit vacant with obvious memory issues, and is liable to forget people who talk to him; he’s regularly visited by Milyn and is under the care of another permanent resident, Malcil, who seems to prefer not to talk much with strangers himself.
In other other news, Anton can be seen wearing a colourful party hat all day on the 7th of the month, with bonus party tooter in his jacket pocket which he will absolutely use to greet Erskine every time they talk (while wearing a very bland expression).
[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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Closer inspection would reveal Yorda was no ghost. She cast a shadow, however much else her body repelled them otherwise. And she had weight enough to leave faint footprints in the carpet.
"I have clean sheets and towels," she said, just a bit defensively, and pointed to her little bin outside the door. In exchange for a room, Anton had her doing chores. No hard labour - just the sort of thing one could entrust to a teenager. Delivering clean linens, washing dishes, dusting the common area. It wasn't much but it helped, and it was better to be in the hotel than aimlessly wandering the alleyways.
"What here needs a cage? Anton Shudder doesn't allow for hurting."
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Keeping the midnight blue bottle in hand, he set his cigarette down in the tray at his elbow and poured himself another three fingers of whatever forbidden alcohol he was drinking. A glance was taken at his wriststrap on the right, the gemstone set in the demon's jaws a dull grey. On the left, he wore an exact copy although this one had a reddish stone that pulsed dimly with his heartbeat.
"Thanks, luv, but I do it myself if you don't mind. Less work for you," he added, downing the amber drink and setting the tumbler aside. He didn't mention that there was also less chance of anyone getting in a sneak attack on him. Paranoia and John went hand in hand. "So who might you be? Another servant of the Grouch?"
A keen bit of interest was in his eyes, fingers tapping out a restless pattern on the trap bottle he held idly.
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"I am Yorda. I don't know what the Grouch is, but I do not think I would serve anything. Anton Shudder lets me do chores to pay for my room though!" She said the last part a bit enthusiastically, like getting to do chores was some magical and rare treat. "is that a cigarette? The little torch you were eating?"
Yorda's automatic assumption to anything being put in the mouth was 'eating'.
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Anton Shudder might actually be doing this out of the kindness of his heart, but that was a rare quality John never ran into. Distrust was a lot easier than putting his faith into something. Even angels complained about that with John. Didn't help his perception any that this kid was going on happily about doing chores. What was Anton doing to these people?
"Shudder's nickname is Grouch. He likes it a lot better than his real name," John lied easily and smoothly. Second nature to him. Holding his cigarette up a little, he nodded while taking a draw from it and letting the smoke back out. "Yeah, cigarette. Tasty things if you know how to eat them right."
First order of business was convince this kiddo that stealing his cigarettes to eat would be an unhappy and perhaps painful task. Hey, kids only touched a hot stove once, right? Right!
"Burn you up to a cinder if you do it the wrong way."
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"Anton Shudder never said he liked to be called Grouch better though." He tone was a tad reproachful, and a tad uncertain.
Still, more of interest than the cigarette and booze and Anton's nickname, however, was the map.
"Is this the city?" She asked, barely able to keep the astonishment out of her voice. She was sure such things were normal for others, but she had never seen such a wonder.
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One problem solved. Wasn't like he had a lot of cigarettes for anyone to destroy in the first place. Leaning back in his chair, he took a deep drink and sighed as muscles he hadn't know he'd been keeping tense relaxed. Putting his feet up on the furniture in a way that would have the Authority around scowling, John watched her through the smoke.
"He loves it. Just afraid of everyone thinking him too familiar. Man's a marshmallow under all that. Secretly loves puppies and kittens. Heard that's what's in that locked room. Lots of those collector plates with those on them."
When her attention went to the map, John took the interruption as an opportunity to pour himself another drink. At this rate, he was going to end up pleasantly squiffed before long. Not a bad way to end the night.
"That it is. Been taking a few notes. Got the map from Zee's visitor's centre place."
He didn't find it too interesting yet. Hadn't been enough time to explore for that yet.
"Never seen a map? Been to the visitor place?"
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"This is wrong," she said, pointing to a part of the map. "There should be a path here." Her eyes narrowed as she pointed to another part of the map. "And here. I have walked these places. I have seen it."
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"Show me again."
He sketched the path she had traced, little symbols marked next to them that read 'Tenative path' next to each one. Until he saw them in person, he wasn't inking it.
"Where do they lead to? Anywhere interesting?"
While his voice was still lazy as if they were discussing nothing of any consequence instead of knowledge Constantine wanted. Maybe needed.
"Where else, luv? See anywhere else things are different?" he asked. The map itself was the generic sort anyone could get at the Welcome Centre with only the most minor exploratory changes made by John. He waited with his next question, wanting to know why she had been there. Curiosity? Something near it? Or just an explorer? She did seem the sort that would look into something because it was there.
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She frowned at his question about the places leading anywhere interesting. It sounded like it had specific connotations she wasn't getting because frankly everywhere was interesting to her.
"One led to a ..." What was the word? "...Garden. There were flowers and colours I never knew. The other is a house but there was no one inside. There had been wood blocking the doors and windows but other children tore that down."
She hesitated a moment before launching into further explanation. She was a sort of nervous ball of energy - someone who wanted very badly to speak, but wasn't sure what would happen if she did. "I listened. They said someone had died there, though a shadow lingered. They used it to test their courage, but none would stay in for more than a little while. I stayed until dawn, but nothing was there. It is not like the shadows I sometimes feel in the city. Now I just go through there because it is easier than crossing the bridge."
She pointed again to a small area in the Wood District. "They put a bridge here also."