EVENT LOG
number 002
The hotel humbly hopes that you're settling in well and are taking advantage of the various pleasures on offer for your stay. In Mr Bennet's opinion, things have been going quite well and he doesn't think that the guests are unhappy at all. New guests have arrived, some have left, it's all going along perfectly. So, of course, this is when the next troublesome thing pops up.
SHADOWS
One morning, characters will find the hotel to be a little dimmer than usual, a little more shadowy. Yet if anyone asks Mr Bennet about it, he will claim to not have noticed anything different than usual. Either way, as the characters move on with their day, they'll start to notice a few odd things start to happen. PHASE ONE: Initially, characters will notice their shadow beginning to move a little out of sync with them. Discreetly at first until eventually, their shadow takes on a life of its own, mischievously playing with characters and enjoying their newfound freedom. Very Peter Pan, and completely harmless.
PHASE TWO: Now, shadows might disappear entirely, roaming the hotel to their own discretion and ignoring the characters they belong to. As the shadow takes on this free will, characters will begin to feel slightly off balance and have a hard time feeling whole without their shadow around. The shadow may become slightly aggressive as well if told they should return to their characters, fighting back in their own way from knocking things over to outright attacking other characters. It's a little hard to fight back though when your opponent is a shadow, isn't it?
PHASE THREE: The shadows have become fully aggressive now, fighting anyone who tries to get them to return to their original person. Characters will find themselves feeling weak and low energy as a result of losing their shadow. Eventually, the shadows will come back to their owners but the characters will find themselves sinking into their shadow, eventually changing places entirely with their shadow. The only way to rescue a character from this fate is for another character to pull them out of their shadow forcibly. The bright side is once a character is pulled out of their shadow, it all returns to normal and their shadow is no longer sentient. These phases will last over the course of the week and it is quite alright to stay in phase one/two/three. Not all shadows will become aggressive, not all shadows will be playful. Feel free to manipulate your character's shadow in the way that's most fun for you.
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[ in a way, it's a relief. Knowing that he and Abbacchio had somehow been missing one another the entire time would have been infinitely frustrating. The idea that the hotel could simply swallow you up into oblivion is disturbing on its own, of course, but perhaps less so, given that it was where both of them had been before coming here. The important thing is that he came back. Somehow. ]
Then it's no wonder I couldn't track you down.
[ he was out of space, somewhere. Maybe he "went back" to wherever their souls are supposed to be and then get sucked back here. Bucciarati can't help being slightly grateful he was. He'd already resolved to accept Abbacchio's loss, but he's only human; it was hard not to hope he'd come back again after that glimpse of him...
Hell. He's exhausted, he's wet, and he's cold. Once they're close enough to the elevator, he presses the button to call it himself, as if to spite his body. There's so much he needs to think about and talk about, but, just like before, his flesh is going to give out before he can do much of anything. At least this time, it won't be permanent - he hopes. ]
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Still supporting Bucciarati if he needs it, he steps into the elevator once it arrives (admittedly wary of the thing, but he hasn't had problems so far.) Jabbing the button that reads 5 with his thumb, he turns his attentions back to Bucciarati, pensive, though silent as the elevator rumbles to life and begins its descent. When he does eventually speak up, it is with a sincere earnestness. ]
I don't know why we're here… or how it is that I'm here again, but what I do know is that I don't want to waste the opportunity.
[ So much of his life was opportunities, thrown away, whether by fear or uncertainty, inaction or the wrong actions. Even his life itself, cut so short, seems like a waste to him now. He doesn't expect Bucciarati to respond, but he wants him to know where he stands all the same. If the invitation to this place was to be believed, then he wants to see it through. ]
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Souls have to go somewhere, [ he murmurs, and he'd like to say more - how it's not heaven or hell, and maybe they're in limbo, or maybe there never was a heaven or hell to begin with, but he doesn't have the energy to articulate it, and what's more, it's rubbing up against the crux of the matter: that they're both dead. He wants to talk about it. He needs to talk about it, even if it's going to be painful - about everything, with Abbacchio - but he doesn't want to do it like this. Bucciarati works himself to the bone on the regular; maybe that's why he knows he's at his limit now. ]
Abbacchio. We need to talk. [ though he's still slumped over, leaning heavy against Abbacchio, he lifts his eyes to meet his. He won't mumble this to the floor, tired as he is. ] But I need to rest first. Will you wait for me?
[ there's a lot to tell him. Perhaps part of him just wants the confirmation that Abbacchio's not going to vanish again, but, mostly, he just wants Abbacchio to know he doesn't intend to hide anything. Not now. ]