Sombrero

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Just out of curiosity @Sombrero is there a way you could give a map of the hotel? Or at least make a sticky topic showing what wing/floor/room everyone is in? Easier to keep track of who would run into who where ya know?

@AeonSpiral

Ah, yeah. That's actually why it's taking a little while to respond right now, I'm haphazardly scrawling drawing out all the stuff. The clerk does try her best, bless her heart, but she's just not a cartographer.

Also, @DJAtomika would you say that this is the kind of frazzling that would cause her thoughts to be all over the place? Y'know... The kind of rattling that could cause a... Trancendant experience when in an anomalous place of sorts?

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Whistling is never a good thing.

@AeonSpiral

The worst of things.

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@AeonSpiral

The inside of the room is consumed by beige fog, every surface is gritty, covered in sand... If she looked behind her, she would find that sand seemed to have aggregated at the bottom of the bath. She left an imprint of her face and feet in it as she got up. Light poured in a bright beam from the door lens. The lens itself seems to have been removed, however...

The whistling still emanated from below the balcony, crisp and clear as ever. "I Feel Pretty" by West-Side story... That's not a good sign.

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@AeonSpiral

Oddly enough, the gardener's whistling can be heard, even through the water, quite clearly, as if it were thin air.

The water feels somewhat thicker than usual. Gritty, almost.

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yo somb, the burlap is next to the gardener? (Damn pronouns)

@HHHippo

Yeah. Highly dangerous hipster fabric, if you ask me. The gardener's a damned heathen.

B!tchfest: a healthy release for our non-roleplay annoyances.

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You get a thank you? I thought we were supposed to be MORE polite down here in NC.

To be fair though, it's always in the morning and nobody is awake.

So lemme just say: It's really fucking annoying when someone holds the door open for you but you're too far away to make it within what you think is a reasonable time and it's all awkward and shit. Especially when you're a heaping mass of blubber like me, because I end up running and I'm really ducking self conscious about my body. I can just sort of feel everyone in the vicinity thinking "Hey, look at lardasse's belly jiggling". So basically, don't hold a door open for someone far away. Have fun trying to judge that, and forever thinking that everyone you hold a door open for hates you on the inside.

@Keyguyperson

I've been holding doors open for precisely that reason for months now. I find that I like making people feel uncomfortable in ways nobody can call me out on without making everyone more uncomfortable.

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@AeonSpiral

The gardener was well hidden below the balcony, it seemed.

The room itself, she'll find, is very art-deco. Lots of geometric patterns, lots of fashionable right-angles. It looked dated and futuristic at the same time. She would find that there's a free champange in a bucket of ice in the mini-fridge. The bathtub is one of the few non-euclidean objects in the room, of the clawed variety. it's quite roomy, and has a shower extension and a one-way curtain.

@DJAtomika

"Well, he was pretty young-looking for a drifter. Probably fresh out of college..." The clerk looked around, making sure nobody was in hearing range. She breathed a bit easier as Lilith headed off to her room.

"He was a nut. He really, really hated this place for some reason. Threatened the contractor with a shovel. We called the police and never heard from him again. We have this place checked by security regularly, though. There's no way he'll be back until this place gets abandoned again, which it won't." She tried to smile reassuringly, "Why are you asking about people whose names start with G again?"

The other guest then returned.

@VioletRose

"There's champagne in all the mini-fridges for guests over 21. There's also a restaurant/bar in the Northern wing." The Clerk says, "Or the North-western wing, or..." She rubbed her forehead, "I'm not great with directions at this angle. It's the wing to the right when you come in from the front door."

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@AeonSpiral

The air is damp and humid, which might be the reason why she wasn't feeling particularly chilly. Without any particular speed, the wind seemed to whistle as she opened the door. She can also hear the whistling of someone under the balconies. Presumably pruning the bushes, given the intermittent clicks.

@DJAtomika

The clerk looked puzzled.

"Ah, no. There are a few guys with names that start with G that worked around here. There were a lot of Gary's doing building work, and a man named Griffin was the decorator... I might be missing some." An idea seemed to visibly flicker across her face.

"There was a drifter who called himself Gonzo that visited this place a lot while it was being rebuilt. Maybe even before then, too. He liked to write in a notebook he carried around..."

She turned to another woman, (ever intent on doing her job,) whose name, it seemed, was Lilith Autorian.

@VioletRose

"Room 327, it's on the ground floor in the northwest wing." She gestures behind her in the room's general direction, handing her a dark brown, rough-feeling card. A bit like a smoother variety of sandpaper.

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The card works fairly normally in the slot. It's unclear exactly how or why, though. Her room is fancy, but not extremely. Decorated like something out of the Great Gatsby. It even has a balcony overlooking the vast, grassy landscape, which is currently half-swallowed by the fog.

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@AeonSpiral

The clerk nods, "Er, yes. I can get a bellboy to help you with your luggage, if you need."

@HHHippo

It's a fairly roomy space, decorated in the angular, "ultra-modern" designs of the 1920s. His balcony does indeed overlook a very large garden with a very large, somehow oak-sized pomegranate tree in the middle of it, benches along the sides. No one seems to be in it at the moment, so a gardener has taken the opportunity to make sure all the plants are up to snuff. Nothing unusual, save for the big burlap sack next to him.