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hotelcaelum2023-11-27 10:14 pm
figlia_morbida) wrote in hotelcaelum2023-11-27 10:14 pm
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[OPEN + CLOSED] all the things i've wanted to do
WHO: Trish Una and YOU (two mini prompts enclosed); closed prompt for her totally biological dad Bruno Bucciarati.
WHERE: Various floors of the hotel, but initially the Mall Floor.
WHEN: Backdated to 11/26 and extending to the end of November.
WHAT: Trish has arrived and is very startled about it.
WARNINGS: Potential mentions of kidnapping and attempted murder, almost certainly.
[There's something to be said about checking into a hotel and then doing it again without a break in-between, like somebody tapped the rewind button on reality because they missed her doing it the first time. Thus Trish opened the velvety sleek envelope with her keycard inside, and lifted up two keycards with the very distinct memory of doing the same thing twice, and reality hiccupped about it.
Now she's nestled comfortably in a prize grabber machine full of pink teddy bears and blinking up at the shiny mechanical claw swaying over her head, her luggage strewn about the prizes.
Hello?
She furrows her brows and kicks a teddy bear off her leg so she can leverage off the glass and roll over to peer outside. It looks like an ordinary arcade, but is it? People are milling about and eating some atrocious looking pizza...
Anyways, she needs to get out of here, and breaking the glass is simply out of the question. Fortunately, her power is useful here.
Anyone in the arcade portion of the mall will be treated to a transparent pink spirit appearing on the other side of the glass to wedge a foot in the prize door while reaching with both her hands to hold it open to a cartoonish degree, all so Trish can shove her luggage out one suitcase at a time. Mysteriously, all of her things will bounce gently upon hitting the floor, and teddy bears tumble out with every move.
If you're (1) watching and perhaps sipping a soda while doing so, she will pause to make a face at you.]
You've got games to play, don't you? Mind your business.
[Eventually, she'll be free and surrounded by teddy bears. No, she is not putting them back.
Instead, she nudges them out of the way with her fancy leather boots, feeling better now that she's not trapped. This place stinks, though. It smells like soda and grease, and she wrinkles her nose severely, looking positively wretched.
If you're doing what she asked and (2) playing a game or just doing your own thing, you will get prodded in the back of the head with the long end of a guitar case.]
Hey. What floor is this, exactly?
[Rude.]
WHERE: Various floors of the hotel, but initially the Mall Floor.
WHEN: Backdated to 11/26 and extending to the end of November.
WHAT: Trish has arrived and is very startled about it.
WARNINGS: Potential mentions of kidnapping and attempted murder, almost certainly.
[There's something to be said about checking into a hotel and then doing it again without a break in-between, like somebody tapped the rewind button on reality because they missed her doing it the first time. Thus Trish opened the velvety sleek envelope with her keycard inside, and lifted up two keycards with the very distinct memory of doing the same thing twice, and reality hiccupped about it.
Now she's nestled comfortably in a prize grabber machine full of pink teddy bears and blinking up at the shiny mechanical claw swaying over her head, her luggage strewn about the prizes.
Hello?
She furrows her brows and kicks a teddy bear off her leg so she can leverage off the glass and roll over to peer outside. It looks like an ordinary arcade, but is it? People are milling about and eating some atrocious looking pizza...
Anyways, she needs to get out of here, and breaking the glass is simply out of the question. Fortunately, her power is useful here.
Anyone in the arcade portion of the mall will be treated to a transparent pink spirit appearing on the other side of the glass to wedge a foot in the prize door while reaching with both her hands to hold it open to a cartoonish degree, all so Trish can shove her luggage out one suitcase at a time. Mysteriously, all of her things will bounce gently upon hitting the floor, and teddy bears tumble out with every move.
If you're (1) watching and perhaps sipping a soda while doing so, she will pause to make a face at you.]
You've got games to play, don't you? Mind your business.
[Eventually, she'll be free and surrounded by teddy bears. No, she is not putting them back.
Instead, she nudges them out of the way with her fancy leather boots, feeling better now that she's not trapped. This place stinks, though. It smells like soda and grease, and she wrinkles her nose severely, looking positively wretched.
If you're doing what she asked and (2) playing a game or just doing your own thing, you will get prodded in the back of the head with the long end of a guitar case.]
Hey. What floor is this, exactly?
[Rude.]