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tushanshu_logs2016-05-04 09:10 pm
gistful) wrote in tushanshu_logs2016-05-04 09:10 pm
[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.]
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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He let himself deviate from that thought for acknowledge the revelation about the hotel room, and the need for 'legal' employment.
In another universe, Hux might've berated Ren for not already having a job, because of how much debt he must've been racking up, considering how long he'd been here. But Hux had always been well-off, and had it not been for upbringing and strong work ethic, he might not have had to work much at all.
It was just a shame he didn't have access to the credits he'd earned during his time as general. He never took leave to spend, and Hux was all too aware of how useful that would've been right about now. "It sounds like you're not in a position to afford staying here alone." Neither was he, for that matter.
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Money had never been an issue in Kylo Ren’s life, nor in Ben Solo’s. He had never splurged as an adult, nor had he been raised to be spoiled like some other senators’ children. Their luxury was that they never had to think about money at all.
“Shudder suggested I change to one of the cheaper rooms, but sharing with a stranger was out of the question for me and he agreed.” His lips thinned. “I believe this fine establishment frowns on murdered guests more than on those who don’t pay their bills on time.”
Kylo narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Hux, though there was no true hostility in his gaze right now. "Are you going to suggest what I think you are suggesting, General?" His gaze hardened. "i'm not letting you have the bed. I was here first."
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Hux looked around the room before continuing with the more important point he was trying to make. "Considering you're struggling to afford this room, it hardly makes any sense for you to make that decision." He had every intention of laying claim to the bed. "Besides, doesn't one of your strange Jedi tenets involve making sacrifices and living without comfort and possessions?"
Surely Ren could handle the floor. And no, he didn't care how correct or incorrect he was.
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"I'm not a kriffing Jedi, Hux," he snapped, glowering for all he was worth now once more, "the lack of brown robes and talk about peace, pacifism and tranquillity should have given away as much."
He placed himself right in the middle of the bed, uncaring that he was still wearing his shoes. This was a matter of principle.
"I'll take you to the proprietor to talk about sharing, but the bed is mine!" And he did not care how childish it was. He had been here first. It should count for something.
this is ridiculous i'm not sorry
That was the point: Ren was far more capable of dealing with the floor, and Hux certainly wasn't going to do that. He couldn't recall a time where he didn't have a bed. Why start now?
"I'll talk to him, but you're just going to have to accept the fact that you're either sleeping on the floor or you're sharing a bed. Deal with it." Sharing a bed with Ren was far more an awkward and uncomfortable concept than sleeping on the floor, but Hux was sure he could get the entire bed to himself.
He didn't care about Ren's 'principles.' Pushing himself out of his comfort zone, he sat down at the head of the bed on one side and leaned against the headboard. This was definitely the weirdest thing that had happened since he found himself on a giant turtle, but that was beside the point.
they are ridiculous. if only the galactic yellow press could see them now. great leaders indeed.
"You're going to sleep on the floor, or on a cot, I don't care," he insisted, mimicking Hux in leaning back against the headboard. "But I'm not leaving." He scoffed. "So if you try to sleep in the bed, you will have to share." And certainly Hux wouldn't do that, right? That would horrify him more than sleeping on the floor. Hopefully.
Because Kylo Ren would not be surrender this bed. This was his line in the sand. No. No way.
they'd have a field day: "FO leaders actually giant manbabies"
"Then I guess we will share a bed."
The thought was disturbing, especially since Hux wasn't keen on sharing much of anything at all. He was sure Ren was bluffing, and Hux was going to remain insistent until he called that bluff. "I hope you don't mind being the little spoon." Somehow, he managed to keep a straight face.
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"You're suffering from delusions of grandeur, Hux; I hear they have good doctors here."
He slipped from the bed, busying himself with rearranging some knick-knacks he had acquired around town. Meaning, he was busy. This conversation was done. Go away, Hux. And incidentally, this had nothing to do with feeling like he had just lost this round.