[Midnight Hotel] May catch-all

[gistful]

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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OTA - that curious old battleaxe

[inquisitor_lavellan]

Alleyana starts skulking around the place at the start of the month, poking into this and that. Thankfully, she doesn't try to open any closed doors, other than the roof access, but a person could run into her in any of the hallways or open-access rooms in the first few days. Or on the roof, of course. Which she totally doesn't toss a few pebbles off of to see what happens. Noooope.

On a specific note, she keeps an eye out for Klaus, who she talked to on the comm at the very end of April. But it's not uncommon for her to end up talking with whomever she comes across that's of interest. She herself may be of enough interest to start a conversation with; a fully-armored woman whose face looks like it lost a war with a wall and a hatchet, missing an arm, and she still wears a mace on her belt and a huge shield on her back? Throw in the pointy ears, and even around here she may not be something you see every day.

(( OOC: Open To All! Just mention where it is in the hotel in the header, plz. :D ))

OTA

[redfiend]

Dante stared at his guns, wondering how he was going to clean them up. He supposed he would have to ask around sometime. Deciding he should get some food, Dante heads off to the restaurant. After eating, Dante could be found in the lobby on a couch, looking over his silver gun with a frown before holstering it. Yup, definitely going to have to ask around or make something himself – one of the two.

[OOC: Feel free to bug him at any point. Just let me know where/when!]

OTA

[ten_zero]

Bisi continues to work reception at the hotel, at least a few hours a day. She can also be found occasionally taking meals in the cafeteria, or in her room.

She spends time reading a couple of books she's purchased from the marketplace, as well as studying language primers as she better familiarizes herself with the Kedanese language.

OTA

[shroudofgray]

A.) Yorda could be found doing her usual duties - dusting, washing dishes, and bringing clean linens to the rooms. In her off hours when she didn't vanish who-knows-where (various alleyways) to do who-knows-what (fish through garbage for trinkets), she could be found in the kitchen clutching a handful of recipes and teaching herself how to cook.

Food had been a surprise. A wonderful, joyous surprise. There had never been food in the castle - like her mother, she was something that didn't need to eat. But in coming to Keeliai, she had the chance to try bread and little cakes and omelets with cheese and red bits she didn't know the name of. And so she had taken to lurking around local bakeries, intently watching the small miracle of ingredients coming together to create confectionery marvels. Most times she got shooed off - but one baker had taken pity on her and gave her a few basic recipes to try.

And so, Yorda was making jam cookies. As careful and methodical as she was, the little section of the kitchen she occupied was... a mess. Flour was everywhere, including her hair and only served to emphasize her ghostly pallor. While mixing the dough, she'd knocked over the open jar of preserves twice, getting a sticky mess all over the counter. And she was having a good deal of trouble getting the dry ingredients to mix with the still-cool butter.

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B.) There were times Yorda could be found standing in front of a supply cupboard with her eyes shut and wearing an expression of intense concentration. Nothing seemed to be happening. Which was exactly the case, much to Yorda's intense frustration.

Every day she would put away her linen bin and duster, close the door, lock it, and then stand for a good while in front of it. She was focused, intent, though on what it was hard to say.

Solomon had told her he couldn't teach her his magic when Yorda had said she wanted to learn. Not that she minded - the warning that it could be addictive was more than enough to put her off. But one thing Yorda was certain - she wanted to learn how to control her magic, if only to ensure she didn't end up a danger to others.

She had decided to start small - she had been able to open the idol gates and the magically sealed outer gates in the castle. A small lock shouldn't be a problem then, right?

Apparently this wasn't the case. What was different? What was missing?

Later in May - cash or credit? (for Anton)

[no_light]

It'd been a few weeks for Kylo Ren, which said a lot really when your regular weeks included enforcing galactic tyranny.

He was settling in as well as could be expected with the company he had on the turtle, and the number of incidents had been surprisingly low under the circumstances. General Hux could testify to that.

With this in mind, Kylo Ren was feeling about as optimistic as he ever got as he walked up to Anton Shudder's door. He knocked, but didn't wait for permission to enter.

"You asked to see me." Blunt, to the point, a scowl on his face. Politeness remained a mystery to be unlocked by others.

steve rogers - anton

[starspangled]

He takes a casual tour of the hotel, noting the people that he passes, the restaurant, pictures of unfamiliar faces. It makes him feel a little homesick, even when he's not sure where home is most of the time.

He waits patiently at the desk, where he assumes he needs to be to get a room. Steve occasionally glances back over his shoulder and the rounded edge of his shield on his back. Maybe he should be looking for a little bell to ring.

"Excuse me."

For Luke Skywalker

[bostonhowler]

Anton had very graciously shown Brigid to her room. Carrying her backpack, she stares out the window for a little while before opening the Chronicle, with all her translations.

She should really be worried about finding a job, and getting integrated into her new home, but for right now she wants to get back to something that makes sense. Alternate dimensions, alternate realities, magic and everything else? She needs something that makes sense.

And Gaelic and Latin make sense. In their own way.

By the time she barely hears the door open, there are papers on both beds, the Chronicle is open in front of her. She has a pencil behind her ear, one in her mouth, and a pen fluttering in her fingers.

She's mumbling in Gaelic as she reads the passage for the third time. Tucking the pen behind her other ear and reaches for her dictionary.

OTA

[flyinglight]

If anyone happened to be up early, Luke could be found in the hallways or the lobby, probably wearing more than what was strictly necessary. It was just that the cool weather always seemed to be more obvious in the mornings, and Luke had, as of barely over a month ago, become utterly disenchanted with cold and being cold.

Didn't mean he stopped getting up early, even if he didn't have to be; he was just much too used to it, both from the farm and being in the Alliance.

He might look particularly unhappy if he just came in from outside, too.

for Kylo :|

[generalginger]

(ooc: this is a continuation of this thread)

The familiarity of the city, or lack thereof didn't matter. Someone at the Welcome Centre mentioned the Midnight Hotel previously, and even if Hux couldn't find it, he still knew exactly how to find Ren. It didn't take long for Hux to arrive at the hotel, nor did it take him too long to locate Ren's room.

Eventually, he needed to see about finding lodging here too, especially since he was not equipped to adequately handle living on the streets. He wasn't soft necessarily, and his time at the academy was rather rigorous, but as a high ranking officer in the First Order, he was accustomed to certain comforts. Like a bed. He decided he would handle that later, though.

Right now, he just wanted to talk to Ren. Well--even want was a strong word. But it was necessary. To his credit, he even knocked on the door instead of testing the doorknob.