🌹 OPEN

[recluserose]

WHO: Amelia Steinbeck (recluserose) and Others
WHERE: Throughout the hotel.
WHEN: October 25th-26this, varying times of the day.
WHAT: Acclimating to the hotel and floor explorations.
WARNINGS: N/A for now, also prompts in comments.



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[recluserose]

🌹 day by day

[Late at night in the lobby/lounge area where there are significantly less employees out and about, there is a prominent clickety-clackety noise that permeates the atmosphere. The source comes from your local witch/schoolteacher who has borrowed a laptop and has parked herself at the lounge to buckle down and do work. While on vacation. Yes. There's a tall binder full of papers and other school-related information. Her drink fuel tonight will be strong black tea served in a funny mug.

As a result of her all-nighter, Amelia wakes up in the morning rather groggy. She hasn't bothered changing out of her sleeping clothes and has opted to just warp a fuzzy green throw blanket around her shoulders like a cape as she makes her way down for continental breakfast. One will find her pausing halfway to the breakfast area while holding another mug with a look of dumbstruck realization.]

Oh. Right.

[And with the deadest eyes and voice one can have on a weekday morning she mutters.]

There's no espresso machine.

🌹 POV you're on an elevator

[With most of the late assignments graded and the bones of a lesson plan set up, Amelia decides to call it there and go do what embark on the hotel exploration quest. She's been to a few so far but there's still plenty that's undiscovered.

Whatever floor you're staying on, if you go on the elevator Amelia will already be inside and give the other person a curt nod.]

Are we going up or down? I'm fine with either.

🌹 Wildcard!

(Feel free to make up something different or HMU for ideas you wanna try!)

day by day at night

[venomnom]

[Sometime in the night, Reiju returns to the hotel from outside. She pauses upon glimpsing Amelia, then approaches with a genial smile—as friendly as distant acquaintances can be, anyhow—giving the mug an amused glance as she does.]

Is this for that book club?

[recluserose]

Mm? [Amelia tilts her head and processes the voice and tries to match it up with a face all the while typing and not taking her eyes off of her screen.]

Oh, Reiju. Good evening. No this isn't book club preparations although I was planning to cap off the night with that.

[Clickey-clackety!]

This is school work.

[venomnom]

Good evening.

[The focus is admirable. Reiju knows she's interrupting, so she doesn't mind. It's a good opportunity for her own eyes to wander and take in the small details.]

You're a teacher. What do you teach?

[recluserose]

[Amelia has some sense of propriety (she lectures everyone else to have some after all) so she pauses and closes her screen halfway to properly talk to Reiju, eye contact and all.]

I teach language arts to teens between the ages of fifteen and eighteen. We call them high schools or secondary schools. You might have something similar but I don't want to assume.

Basically, it's a lot of book reading, writing, and analysis. It's rather broad but it's a subject they need to pass in order to take on higher learning.

[venomnom]

[Reiju smiles politely at the eye contact before taking an adjacent seat. She can't speak for the education teens receive, but there's probably something similar.]

Those are critical skills to have. Books are one of the backbones of learning, aren't they?

morning!

[unliminal]

[ It's the mug that catches his attention first as he assembles his daily breakfast of pancakes and donuts. The amount of confections on his plate is obscene. ]

I need to get me one of those...

[ About the mug. Not the wayward espresso. ]

Can't you just have coffee instead? People around here are sure serious about their espresso...

[recluserose]

[Ah yes, Satoru Gojo, instigator of the Great(?) Espresso Machine heist is the first person she wants to see in the morning and hear his remark about it.]

It's not the same, Gojo-sensei; it's not strong enough for one thing.

[Amelia yawns into her empty mug before tugging her blanket around her shoulders.]

On that note, I do have a question for you.

[unliminal]

[ He sticks out his tongue in distate. Sure, it's strong, but at what cost? You need so much cream and sugar to make it palatable! ]

Eh? About the espresso machine? I already told you they weren't supposed to break it.

[ These consequences aren't on him!!! (They kind of are.) ]

[recluserose]

[Gojo, you continue to make her think you are twelve]

Do you even feel bad about what happened to the machine?

[unliminal]

[ A thoughtful pause, as he taps his chin. ]

I feel bad it got broken, I guess. Once someone noticed it was gone, I would have put it back.

[ ...Probably. But would've-could've-should'ves have no value for the departed espresso machine now! ]

all nighter

[netherese]

[Despite the late hour, Gale is simply too curious about his new surroundings to stay confined to his room when there's so much to see. He'd allowed himself a fairly quiet evening to start, but soon found himself growing restless— in recent weeks, he supposes he has gotten a taste for being out and about, and after more than a year of self-inflicted confinement, the opportunity to stretch his legs and perhaps chat with some fellow guests is too good to pass up. Tara opts to stay behind, curled up in front of the fireplace in his room, and so he ventures out to get himself something to eat before embarking on some late-night exploration.

It's that still-foreign click-clacking that draws his attention towards the lounge as he passes, and rather than continue on his way to the kitchen, he alters course to investigate. Somehow, he can't say he's surprised to see their resident hard at work at this hour. She does seem the sort.]

That doesn't look like vacationing to me, Ms. Stein- Amelia.

[He remembered!]

[recluserose]

[Clickety-cla—

The typing pauses when she hears her name being said. It doesn't take her long to recognize the voice because Gale's is unmistakable to her. Somehow.

She continues typing without looking up from her screen as she responds to the wizard.]

It certainly isn't but I think some credit is due because I am working out in the lounge instead of my room. I'm making sure to designate a workspace that is separate from the place where I rest.

[that's still workaholic-ing tho]

You're up rather late yourself. I don't imagine it's to fulfill any leftover work you may have on your end.

[netherese]

Is that something people generally advise? I suppose I see the sense in it, but mine have always largely been one in the same— my workspace is my home and sanctuary.

[Gale, you sweet summer child.]

I was doing a bit of reading, but found myself feeling rather restless. I thought I might do a bit of after-hours exploring, see what else this hotel of ours has to offer. Are you grading papers, then?

[recluserose]

The grading is done. I was entering grades and answering messages left for me before I checked into the hotel. I don't want to leave any threads hanging so to speak.

[The typing is finished after a click on the period she pushes her screen down halfway so she can converse with Gale politely. It's no good to keep working and talking at the same time even though she's more than capable of multitasking.]

And you're exploring? This late at night?

[Not that there's anything stopping them. Late-night exploration could be considered a type of indulgence itself but it also felt unsafe in that regard, though not any more than during waking hours.]

[netherese]

Can you send messages back to where you come from through that device?

[His brows lift slightly, his interest and surprise quite genuine— he has a lot to learn about modern technology and how it may or may not interface with a clearly magical realm like this one— but he has to admire her work ethic.

Rather than wait for an answer, he offers her one of his patented smiles.]

After a snack, yes— or so I intended. Who knows what secrets I might stumble across while the staff expects us all to be asleep in our beds!

in the morning

[vecna]

[It's been years since he's had to fall into a morning routine. Years since he's ever needed sleep, or drink, or food of any kind; even now, he doesn't think any of that is necessary, and Henry will play the part of elusive cryptid in this hotel once in a while. When he can't be bothered to deal with people.

But he can be bothered now, propelled by the need to explore his new "home". Curiosity banishes plenty of unflattering things away, and he'll even engage in conversation if he has to, falling into that old, old habit of courteousness. As easy as riding a bike again.

He finds a woman looking relatively... groggy in the breakfast area. Espresso machine? He recalls, only very vaguely--and maybe with memories that aren't really his, oops--what that is.]

What about normal coffee?

["what about normal coffee" cry out the group of fools who think it's just as good of a substitute]

[recluserose]

[There is an exasperated sigh in response and the redhead turns towards Henry looking about as irate as one can be in the morning.]

You are not the first person to suggest that and once again I must emphasize that "coffee" and "espresso" are not the same. The former is made with coarser grinds and more water, the latter is a finer grind, with less water, and—

[Amelia had been waving around her "Tears of My Students" mug and stopped because god, she was about to do a lecture way too early in the morning.]

Just... Here, look.

[She tucks one arm behind her blanket and with her other hand that has the mug dangling off of her fingers, she summons a projection of the coffee drink guide she linked to Winter during the outburst. It's all in green glowing outlines but the basic information should get across.]

This is what we're lacking without a convenient machine for us to make our own drinks when the other areas won't suffice.

[vecna]

[...Is this woman really launching into a lecture about coffee versus espresso. Is she really summoning some manner of... projection with neat little illustrations to portray which drink is which. She's clearly overestimated his actual investment in this espresso disaster now running rampant across the hotel.

He waits, patiently, for her to finish talking. And then, gently-]

Someone's grouchy.

[lol

He waves a hand through the projection out of little more than curiosity and a partly idle, dismissive gesture. Interesting.]

Have you considered that maybe you're a little too dependent on certain stimulants, then, to get through the morning?

[recluserose]

[Amelia is more than ready with a quick snip back.]

And someone has never had a properly made espresso or any of these drinks to appreciate the artistry or taste differences.

[Grumbling, she pinches the bridge of her nose before waving away the projection.]

Look. I apologize for the snippiness but I've found myself rather impatient with the perpetrators who broke the machine and I'm still in the habit of waking up early even though I don't need to. Occupational habit.

[vecna]

[Well. She’s right about that, at least.

Henry has a mind to leave it at that, to stop arguing the point and let her wallow in her espresso-less life alone. But she offers a somewhat huffy apology, and that’s enough to leave him planted here for a little longer.]

“Perpetrators?” Someone’s broken the machine on purpose? That’s [funny, in a mean way] strange.

What’s your occupation that makes you wake up so early? I used to have one of those, too, and plain coffee was good enough for me.

night

[airdnd]

[ Sumina is returning from a cheeky little jaunt out on the hotel grounds when she passes through the lobby quietly, her ears picking up on the keyboard ASMR unfamiliar clickety-clackety of Amelia's keyboard. Huh...

...She keeps on, for now, only offering Amelia a brief nod and wave of her hand and a smile if she happens to notice the half-elf walking by, but... After disappearing into the elevators and beyond for some time, she then returns with a plate full of snacks of both savory and sweet varieties, all intentionally picked out to go with her cup of black tea. ]

Some snacks to fuel you through a bout of late night working, Miss Amelia?

[recluserose]

Hm? Oh!

[Amelia had caught sight of Sumina and returned the nod before focusing down again but hadn't expected her to return. With snacks and more black tea even.]

That's very kind of you to do Sumina. You didn't have to but I really appreciate it.

[She pats a spot on the table to let her set it down.]

I think you brought more than I can finish though so if you'd like you could join me.

[Compared to most people in the hotel so far, Sumina's grown on Amelia enough that the solitary witch feels alright enough to extend such an invitation.]

[airdnd]

[ She follows the suggestion duly, setting the tray down and then taking a seat across the table from Amelia. ]

Think nothing of it, Miss Amelia! And... Hah, I don't mind helping you out with the food, if it's all the same to you.

[ Having floated around in space does have her feeling a bit peckish for a midnight snack... ]

Is that another, ah... [ gesturing at the laptop ] Reading device?

[recluserose]

Sort of. I can do more than just read on it.

[Amelia wouldn't be able to explain how a laptop works but just how she uses it and what she can do on it. It has been rather amusing explaining modern knick-knacks to those unfamiliar with it and it makes the witch think about how perhaps, despite the wonders of magic in her world, human inventions were the real marvel.

She types out another sentence on her document with the keys clicking pleasantly.]

I'm also writing documents on it. Well, typing anyway.