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[Midnight Hotel] May catch-all

Characters: Anyone, everyone.
Date: Month of MAY, 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!

The overtone in the Hotel this month is rather melancholy. Anton is back on full-time duty with his usual courtesy after the visitors have left, though he rarely smiles, unless looking at some particular pictures. There have been a few other notable changes.

For one thing, Anton will not wear his usual funeral-director’s suit this whole month. He will, in fact, wear colour. For the most part he wears a three-piece suit of understated purple, accompanied by various complementary shades in shirts and waistcoats. (It was a gift.) Occasionally he breaks out, grudgingly, a kedanese variant of a traditional three-piece suit, though admittedly still dark in tones.

For another thing, the tablet at the desk which habitually chimes with a perky voice is gone, but there are a multiple of photographs pinned to various places at reception (to say nothing of his private office). All of these photographs are of the same group of eight men—Anton included, as well as Erskine Ravel and Skulduggery Pleasant—in various states of handymanship, craftsmanship, and physical labour as they renovate a building (in various states of completion). None of the images are posed, and some of them have an air of wistful uncertainty, but others an air of unthinking camaraderie, where the laughter is free.

The third and possibly most noticeable change is that the resident janitorial cleaning faery, Erskine, has apparently moved out. It is for that reason that Anton is regularly not available in the late evenings, since someone has to check up on Erskine now he’s living on his own.

Other than that, the actual Hotel’s workings remain as normal. The restaurant begun in April is continuing with reasonable popularity, running a little more smoothly than it did in the beginning. There is slight tension in the kitchen, as some of the kedanese cooks work out the hierarchy, but it never reaches a point where Anton has to step in. Still, there are some jaundiced glares being thrown around the kitchen and dining hall.

Meanwhile, the sleeping-bags are packed up and stowed away, and the commons are returned to their usual states after having been appropriated for the giant slumber-party.

[ooc: The Midnight Hotel’s status page is available here, with the rules at the top. 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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"That's pretty old. I didn't think they could last that long," Luke said, looking down at the book again. Of course, maybe they did; it wasn't as if he had any greater knowledge and experience of that aside from Ben's journal, and that book certainly wasn't very old.

(He still wondered why Ben had chosen to write in a literal book like that, instead of using a datapad or something...)

"I asked, didn't I?" Chuckling, he shook his head and waved it off. "So no one's been able to read it before you started working on the translations?"

"It's... more complicated than that." She hedges. She frowns for a moment thinking of how to explain this. "There's several clans around the world that have these Chronicles. Every single one is guarded jealously." She's not even sure where the other Chronicles are, and she's tried to find out.

"I'm sure that someone, somewhere could have read it. But they aren't part of our clan, and my Uncle, the head of it, wasn't going to let anyone else read it." She shrugs a little. "When I was fourteen, I started translating the Latin in it. Then, the Gaelic. Now, I translate all three languages in here."

"Ah. Family secrets?" Luke says, nodding. That's easy enough to understand, really, though then he grins again.

"Though if it's mostly day-to-day life, I would probably have been disappointed." There's some note of experience in his tone; Ben's journal is hardly the same as the well-cared for and old book in front of Brigid, but most of what had been written in it had been mundane adventures or events and Luke still isn't sure why Ben had wanted him to read it.

"Promise I wouldn't try to read it, even if I knew the languages involved," he adds, perhaps unnecessarily, but since it seems important if all those books have been closely guarded.

Family secrets? Not really. Just... she cannot allow anyone to find out that she's a werewolf. Because that means death even if the rules are probably different here.

"There's a few exciting passages in here." She taps the cover.

She feels a bit of tension flow out of her shoulders. "I appreciate that." She says, putting the Chronicle to the side and beginning to straighten the papers.

Brigid cocks her head to the side. "Is it going to bother you? Sharing a room with a woman?" For her, she's spent too much time alone. She needs to hear the heartbeat of another person.

"It's your book," Luke says with a smile, and then pauses, the question both surprising and very much not. He'd vaguely guessed - but had tried to not make an assumption based on the name - that she'd be a woman, and it really didn't matter, now did it?

"Not really. I mean," shrugging, Luke shifted a little where he sat, feeling his face heat up briefly, "all we have to agree on is that no one runs around naked in here, and it'll be fine."

Brigid feels her face heating. She's going to treat him like pack and that means that she can stay here.

Otherwise, she's out of here. A man as her roommate? That's something that her Uncle would absolutely not allow.

"I think I can agree with that," She says, smiling just a little. "I just didn't want to make you uncomfortable." She finally taps her papers into some semblance of order.

"You wouldn't," Luke said, the reassurance coming easily as he shrugged, chuckling a little, "but that was my worry as well." She might have more reason to potentially feel uncomfortable about sharing a room with a man, after all, Luke was aware.

"I'm pretty adaptable, and even if I grew up on a farm in the middle of nowhere, I've spent the last few years in a variety of situations where space wasn't really something we had the luxury of," he said, grin turning slightly wry, "but I admit I probably reacted funnily the first time I ended up sharing living quarters with one of the female pilots."

Since usually it was on squad basis, after all, but sometimes they were just stuffed where there was space.

She smiles. "Don't worry, I can hold my own." She assures him. "The family never believed in women being weaker than men." The pack that is. "So even though I grew up an only child, I learned how to take care of myself." Lots of rough and tumble play amongst even those that weren't werewolves. And once she'd displayed the ability to shift, there'd been even more lessons.

"You're a pilot? What do you fly?" Because she's interested.

"Don't have to be weak to get in trouble," Luke said, the wry smile from earlier back, "trust me, I know. But that's good." How could he not know, as much as he... ahem, ended up in trouble himself?

Perking up at her question, Luke's smile widened.

"Lately, mostly fighters, but I've flown various civilian craft as well. That was all I flew for years before I got off-planet," pausing, mostly because mentioning that made him think of how things were before he left Tatooine, and of the people dead... He shook his head and grinned.

"Now it's all space ships."

Her eyes widen and suddenly all her papers are forgotten. She stacks them to the side, and tucks her feet up underneath her.

She grabs another notebook and opens it up to a blank piece of paper.

"You fly spaceships?" She's utterly awestruck and wants just to hear all about it. Tell her, everything, Luke.

"I guess that means you don't have reliable space-capable ships, then," Luke said with a grin he hid behind a hand before he straightened up a little, expression turning somewhat more serious.

"I've wanted to fly since I was little; I flew a regular in-atmo civilian craft from nine. Didn't get up into space until a few years ago." Pausing, he ran a hand through his hair, gaze flickering from Brigid to stare at nothing in particular.

"But I guess what you might be interested in is how effectively we can travel between planets, right?" He would be, he was pretty sure, if he was in her position. "Takes anywhere from a few days to a week, depending on how much distance you want to cover, but flying from one end of the galaxy to the other isn't really a problem."

She shakes her head. "We haven't even been to the next closest planet, yet." She bites her lip. "Well, not a manned flight." There's the rover, but that doesn't really count. Not in this conversation anyway.

She cocks her head to the side. "Only one galaxy?" Which, not as disappointing as she makes it sound. But she does know something about galaxies - thank you undergraduate science requirement - and about how there are a great many, and how they're made up of many star systems. "Have you been to many planets before you came here?"

Luke nodded, then grinned wryly; he thought he understood what she was asking.

"No one's figured out how to use hyperspace travel to cross any greater distance between two galaxies. We have two smaller companion galaxies, but they aren't visited much either."

That would be something, really... and then there was the nearly whole half of their galaxy that still remained mostly or completely unexplored by the majority of the galaxy (aside from, undoubtedly, the beings who made said unexplored part their home), which often featured in fictional adventures and tickled the interest of every child in the galaxy.

"No really. I lived on Tatooine for nineteen years of my life... though now that I think about it, I probably wasn't born there. And if things would've been different, I'd have been born on another planet, I think..." Rubbing his neck, Luke thought back to what his mother had said, and about her home planet.

He'd have to make sure to go there.

"I've been to more than ten planets and moons, but that's not a lot," he said with a grin, "my friend... and sister, have been to a lot more."

Luke brightened at the thought of being able to say 'my sister' about Leia; it felt so right, despite him not having known about it long.

"Your sister?" She's an only child. Forgive her. "Is she here?" Brigid asks, then blushes. "I'm sorry. You don't have to answer that." Because it had been rudely inappropriate.

"But ten planets? I've barely been to ten countries on one planet!" So, don't downplay it too much, Luke. She braces her chin on her hand, listening to everything he has to say. "I don't think I'm quite cut out for the adventure thing. I had a hard enough time being on the other side of the world from my family." Pack, whatever.

"No, it's fine," Luke said with a chuckle, shaking his head, "she isn't." And by now, Luke both wishes Leia was here, and that she continued to be where she should be; at home.

"I just found out about it recently, actually... I've only known her a few years." He shrugged, and then laughed, though as he sobered up again there was a slight edge to his expression.

"I wanted to leave Tatooine for years. It's a desert planet, you see, and only the northern hemisphere is really inhabitable... and it's basically a criminal hole," Luke said, snorting, determinedly not thinking of all the other reasons that he would now prefer to stay away from his home planet.

At least for a while longer...

"And most of those visits were never long; we haven't stayed for long on any of the bases. Certainly not as long as I'd have wanted to in some cases... It's fun to explore. I don't have much family left, anyway, and I only found out about Leia recently."

And since she was right there with him usually, it wasn't like he had to choose between planet-hopping and Leia.

She grins. "So you're not the Indiana Jones exploring type?" She teases. "Meaning, dashing here and there, saving the girl, and finding something new and interesting to take to the museum back home?" Maybe she should see if she could find the Indiana Jones movies. They're good fun sometimes.

Now she's just teasing him.

"But bases? So you're military?" Her Da had been military.

"I'm not gonna lie and say that wasn't what I imagined when I thought about leaving the farm," Luke said with a laugh, shaking his head. "And while I did sort of leave to try and save a girl, it ended up a bit more complicated than that."

A lot more complicated and a lot less fun than such adventures usually were portrayed. But it wasn't all bad, and he wouldn't give up Leia, Han or the droids and Chewie for anything.

"Sort of." What else was he supposed to say about it? But Luke was well-aware that the sort of 'military' the Alliance was wasn't particularly... legal. However necessary and right it otherwise was.

"What about you?" Luke smiled; it wasn't exactly meant as a redirection, he was honestly interested.

She laughs, as she's probably meant to. "Saving the girl is the important part." Talking to Luke is simple and easy, like talking to one of the other pack members. That's something to be grateful for.

"Me?" She shakes her head. "I just got out of higher education, and was packing to head home when I arrived here." She shrugs. "I'm the daughter of a military man and a stay at home mom. My uncle raised me when my mom died, and Da was still on a tour of duty. Then again, when my Da died in the line of duty. I went to higher education young, and am finally done with it. Bit boring, really."

"In that case it certainly was," Luke agreed with a grin, "though she wasn't very impressed with the attempt. That was when I met Leia." She was, after all 'the girl' in question.

"I guess there's some irony in being about to travel and ending up elsewhere than you planned to," he shook his head, smiling wryly, "I was raised by my aunt and uncle... and at least you're done and can use it however you want, now, right? Might be less boring, then."

He had to take a slightly deeper breath when mentioning his aunt and uncle, but otherwise it wasn't so bad... Three years later.

She smiles,a bit sadly. "Unfortunately, I doubt that being able to translate three languages here with a different language entirely will be of much use." Well, except to a couple people. Maybe.

"I was planning on going home and looking for a teaching position. Here? That might not be a viable option." Though, she's willing to teach hand to hand.

She doesn't say anything about the deeper breath, though she could hear it, along with Luke's heartbeat. No reason to frighten him.

"Well, maybe if there's other people from your planet, they might be interested in the languages you know, if you still want to teach, in some way," he said thoughtfully, frowning a little.

"But if that won't work out, hopefully there's something else you can do?" He'd had some trouble himself, since what he wanted to do and was best at wasn't exactly something that was available here... But he was used to both some variety of farm work and was a good hand with mechanics, and while they didn't have much of the latter here, there was still some.

"Several people spoke up on the network about being interested in having things translated into Gaelic, one of the languages I speak." She says, tentatively. "I'm not sure why, but I'll take it." Because she wants her degree to be useful.

"And I was a medical secretary for a while back home. Just not in several years. There might be some call for that." She shrugs. "God will provide."

Curious saying. Luke cocked his head but didn't ask, only nodding thoughtfully.

"You've got a place to start, then, and I know there's a medical facility in the... ah, Water district so maybe you could check with them if they need you?" rubbing his chin, Luke frowned. "Maybe you can even help them arrange things better, who knows?"

And even if not, surely there would be something; Luke wasn't doing what he might want to, or was best at, but it worked out well enough and gave some sort of income.

"In the Water district?" She supposes that makes sense, in some way. She really doesn't want to go back to medical coding, but she will, if that's what it takes to survive.

"I'll have to look. And I doubt I'll rearrange anything. I'm much better in an established system, than coming up with one of my own." Unless it's about translations. Then, she'll do her own thing.

"What do you do here?"

"I think I saw something about a hospital as well, so you may want to look about that too," he said with a shrug, "nothing too exciting yet, but I found some places that needed some maintenance done, so that gets me a little money at least."

Technically, he could probably have found something that paid a bit more, but a lot of them were still side-eyeing him for not being kedan and the rest couldn't afford much... so he couldn't help but want to help as much as he could. It wasn't as if he was starving and homeless, after all.

"While some parts of the city is little closer to what I'm used to, and I'm adjusting to the technology, it's not... really the same," Luke said with a grimace, running a hand through his hair. It wasn't so hard to learn it, but he still needed to do that.

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