@Sombrero

"Thanks anyway..." Jonathan said shaking his head as he left the clerk in search of some clues.The first place he wanted to check was his own room inside the vent to be exact and seeing if the person who dropped the note left any prints or anything he could find.Jonathan finally getting into his room locking the door behind him and opening the vent grate taking his phone and using the flashlight app on it to see inside the tight cramp vent.

The skeptic inside of him thought he would find nothing.But their could also be something that could him find out if Gonzo was apart of this somehow.

The vent seems to have been fully repaired in the time he got from the lobby back into his room. Not even a pawprint can be seen on its shining walls, except for another note. A post-it, to be exact.

Careful around the "gods". They aren't what they seem to be.
-G

Jonathan reached inside with his free hand pulling the note and looking at it carefully with his hand."What the hell is this suppose to mean?Writings of a madman of course" He thought to himself looking at the note wondering what it meant.He then took another look inside the vent if he could any other clues like another note would appear to him.

@Sombrero

She entered the ballroom slowly, the trip through this madhouse was beginning to get to her. Acting in a horror film was one thing. Living in one was another.

She approached the cacti slowly and reached out to see if the spines were real. Feeling the tip of one trying to puncture her finger tip was enough to realize this wasn't a dream. She inspected the faces and walked around the ballroom some more looking for a way out.

Seems I'm going to have to go outside to get some answers. Fuck I really don't want to...

If she finds a door leading out she'll exit there, if not she'll go back to the lobby and exit there.

@Eviledd1984

His type-writer is stocked with another note, but... The dried ink ribbon had been replaced for a newer, fresher form of writing fluid. A bad-smelling substance, seemingly a thin strip of flesh, now drapes the spools where an ink ribbon would have been, the old, dry ribbon apparently having been torn out by a frustrated creature and tossed to the floor. Blood on the paper and the key stamps, the note reads in swollen, red letters, marked by slight drips and small bits of dislodged meat,

"MCAERBOG'S PATIENCE IS WEARS THIN"

@Aeonspiral
As she exits through the front door, she'll find there isn't too much outside but desert as far as the eye can see. The sun is hot and bright red, even though it seems to be high noon, painting the sky all sorts of fiery colors. Terra-cotta buildings can be seen here and there in the distance. Luckily, she can travel by lawn (Or sand?) mower rather than tiring herself out walking there. The grotesque cockney in there probably won't miss it.

@Sombrero

"Okay i got the message...ya waiting for someone...or me..what the fuck do you wanna talk about?" Jonathan yelled out feeling a bit frustrated by this demon or person.He shook his head now crumbling up the paper throwing it on his bed,Jon walked closer to the bed looking over his typewriter with a watchful eye.

@Sombrero

Cautiosly she gets on the same scrawled thing to see where it may lead.

The Bartender, who was a burly, middle-aged man with a bushy, graying beard and an... eye-patch? Didn't seem quite as surprised at her order as he did frustrated with the amount of water (though small compared to most places, to be sure,) that restaurant policies forced him to put in it, muttering a gruff "Mhm." as she finished speaking her order. Formal dress and well-kempt hair aside, he looked like he'd be rather more at home behind the bar at some saloon in 1800s New Zealand rather than a fancy, flashy place like this, but perhaps experience and good skills at the tap were hard to come by in Middle-Of-Nowhere, ME.

Lilith turned to look back at the man and placed her glass on the table, it now empty. She offered a polite smile and held her hand out to him. "My name is Lilith. What can I do to get a straight whiskey here?" She asked, in her hand she held a $50 that was concealed to all others but the bartender.

@Sombrero

As she sighed and relaxed, she couldn't help but notice the incessant beeping coming from outside her door. It had started slow and faint, but had risen in volume ever since she'd returned.

"What the hell...?"

Else stood and went to the door, peering out the peephole.

"Hello...?"

Then her hand slowly and cautiously reached for the door handle and turned it, pulling it open.

@Eviledd1984
As his stress increased, so too did the blackness of the walls, until they were ashy and black again. The noises of the hotel faded out and it was once again abandoned by all but whatever creature was upstairs... And the black, charred corpse-like figure standing on his balcony. Urgently, it pointed down, into the yard, and dropped a note before disappearing, leaving only sooty footprints behind.

CAERBOGG DEMANDS SACRIFICES, APE! BURING SOMETHING LIVING TO THE NORTH STATUE WHEN YOU ARE IN THE ASH HOTEL. BRING IT TO CAERBOG AND BURNBURNBURN IT.

@AeonSpiral
The nearest dome-shaped building emanates music perhaps more soothing than the oh-so-charming tones of the gardener. In fact, it seems to be inhabited, with smoke coming out of the top and the distinct smell of meat cooking...

@VioletRose
"Head back to town." The man said jokingly in a low, gravelly drawl that seemed to be from everywhere in America and nowhere simultaneously, "But the rules don't say anythin' bout "sharin'" "samples"... Provided you plan on "tippin' my service" and ain' actually "buyin'" it, per se... Best ye don't talk about what I'm doin' here, though, if ye get what I mean."

He ducked down and got the bottle again, refilling her glass, before finally accepting her hand for a firm shake. "Marvin." He grunted, in a manner that seemed to heavily imply that that was the way he introduced himself.

@DJAtomika

It seems the hotel is enveloped in a pale grey fog, the hotel made from steel and rivets, with several holes blasted in it. She walks in on a man wearing some sort of pickelhaube holding a double-barrelled shotgun, anxiously staring at a telegraph-like device as it beeps long and short... Could it be morse code? He seems thoroughly engrossed in what the machine is saying, too much to notice her, but long enough for her to get a better look at him.

He was filthy, covered in ashes, mud, and what was hopefully stray rust, and his boots were worn, to the point where the steel toes were exposed through an inch of... Whatever combat boots are made out of. And he was also carrying the strangest of secondary weapons, or at least that was the obvious use for the enormous beef splitter he had strapped to his back...

She might engage him in conversation, or sneak past this looney to investigate the smoke and pounding coming from the floor below.

Ech, double post!

@Sombrero

"What the fuck are you?What the fuck i can't kill anyone..." Jonathan was now backed up into the ashy door of his hotel feeling some fear seeing the charred corspe slipping the note to him."Shit i needed to get out of here...or see someone.." He shook his head taking the note and the whiskey bottle running down the stairs to the lobby.

He looked around the main lobby looking for the girl she saw before in the lobby.

@Sombrero

She stops in front of the dome building, at this point she realizes nothing makes sense and being cautious found her just walking in circles. So she knocked on the door, but with the music being as loud as it was she just enters and looks around.

@HHHippo

The dreadlocked man turns around, startled, and eyes his observer through the fog, "Ah, no, it's open, man. I, uhh, don't exactly work here, though. I'm just here to help people out. With things."

Nicholas raises an eyebrow.
"This place is plenty weird, but I'm pretty sure masquerading as a gardener is the weirdest thing so far." He says, taking another puff.

"What kind of things do you help with?"

@Eviledd1984

The hotel seems empty of any human life, save for the occasional charred skeleton. On the desk is another note, written in the same gristly fashion.

BRING THE CREATURE TO CAERBOG'S STATUE. CAERBOG WILL BURN IT HIMSELF IF YOU ARE UNABLE TO EMBRACE CAERBOG'S GORLORY. CAERBOG DEMANDS SACRIFICE.

@AeonSpiral

The dome is quite cool and well-ventilated on the inside, bleached white, although there was yellowing on parts of the ceiling and corners of the floor. A battered old radio on top of a stool plays old psychedelic tunes that gently bounce off the curved walls. A sunburnt young man in an equally battered leather jacket and torn jeans stokes the fire with a shovel. He jumps when he sees you come in, and holds his digging tool up warily.

"Don't loot me!"

@HHHippo

"It doesn't help here, necessarily... But in the long run... Y'know..." He scratches his head, "I've got a lot of potential customers in here. Drink a few glasses of the champagne in your mini-fridge, and then come to the courtyard here. You'll see what I mean."

He appeared to be very uneasy about whatever it was that he was implying, and even more painfully self aware about how unusual this must have sounded.

@Sombrero

"Loot you? I don't even know what this place is, or where I am for that matter. Who are you?"

@AeonSpiral

"They call me Gonzo." The man says, laying his shovel down and stirring the pot above the fire, "I guess you don't do this kind of thing very often?"

@Sombrero

"Fuck...Gonzo you fuck your just fucking with me!!" Jonathan yelled out crumbling up the note chucking it at the head of the skeleton in front of him.Leaving outside to the courtyard wondering if their was people there and he could figure out what the hell is going on.His leg was really hurting so he took some painkillers form his pocket swallowing it whole and dry."Damn that feels good" He said to himself as he limped towards the courtyard.

Nicholas frowns.
"Yeah, I'm definitely gonna go drink something on command from someone who isn't supposed to be here." He says, and walks foward onto the balcony, and, should it be possible, climbs down to face the schemer.

"You're gonna explain what you're doing here, now."

@Sombrero

About to open her mouth, Elise quickly shut up as she saw the huge, mysterious stranger with a gun. Staying as quiet as possible, she hugged the wall and slipped past behind him. Hoping her footsteps didn't attract his attention.

The rest of the hotel...she wasn't even sure if it was the hotel any more. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she groped through the fog, trying to make her way to the stairs by memory more than anything else. Fear gripped her entire being.

Where the hell was she?!