Happy New Year, folks! The Hotel is settling into the New Year with little fanfare. Mr Bennet remains at his post behind the hotel desk and helps check guests in and out daily. The Hotel continues to hustle and bustle and nothing seems to be going too awry beyond the usual shenanigans. In fact, one might even call this the slow season for the Hotel.
THE FLOOR IS LAVA
That is until the second week of the month where the intercoms start with Mr Bennet's pleasant voice coming through.
"Hello, hello! This is just a small warning that one of our floors, the current 79th floor to be exact, has had a small... malfunction, I suppose, and will be affecting the other floors of the Hotel. No word yet from maintenance when this will be over, so stay on your toes, my dear guests!"
And that's it. No indication of what the problem is, or anything like that. It's up to you to figure out what's going on! And what is going on? Well, it'll become obvious very quickly when wherever characters happen to be in the Hotel, they'll soon start feeling a very obvious warmth on the floor below them. It'll increase the longer they stay standing in one spot until it's almost burning their feet.
The only salve for this will be hopping onto a nearby piece of furniture and getting their feet off the floor. It'll soon become obvious that the entire Hotel has been wrapped in a game of The Floor is Lava, including the floor turning into actual lava on some of the floors.
SAFETY SLEEPOVER
Of course, the Hotel is not cruel enough to make the entire Hotel unsafe and soon enough Mr Bennet's voice will come through on the intercom again.
"For those looking for respite from our current Hotel wide game," because clearly it's a game now. "We'll be serving tea and cake in the lounge on the ground floor. Maintenance has been able to fix the lounge for now so feel free to come by when you can if you'd like to rest. We have sleeping bags!"
As folks enter the lounge, they'll find that Mr Bennet is true to his word. The lounge has been converted into a giant sleepover, with sleeping bags lining the floor and a long table off to the side where people can eat their tea and cakes. Mr Bennet is near the food table, handing out pajamas, toothbrushes, and sleep masks to those who request them. There's some new doors off to the side leading to some restrooms, at least, so guests can change in private.
Though, one thing to point out is when Mr Bennet says there's tea and cakes, the cakes happen to be lava cakes. He thinks he's funny.
THE FLOOR IS ICE
It'll take about two days for hotel maintenance to fix the Hotel and return it to normal. So that's two days of living out of the lounge or hopping around the Hotel to get places. What a headache. Mr Bennet will make another lively announcement on the intercom.
"We are back in business, folks! I've just been given word that everything should have return to normal now. Though, there is a warning to make sure not to walk around barefoot for at least another day or so while the Hotel settles. Thank you for your patience!"
What that means becomes obvious soon as anyone walking around now will feel that the floor is especially cold. That's a bit better than the heat, at least, but still kind of a pain in the ass. Anyone who tries to walk around barefoot will find that their feet quickly start to freeze but any permanent damage is easily avoidable by putting on some socks or getting off the floor entirely.
Though that said, the ice does lead to some furniture sliding around and even with shoes on, characters might find themselves sliding too.
What a lovely end to the holidays.
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Well, I'm not entirely sure if it's possible to be dignified on ice unless you're on skates.
[ Not that he'd know anything about that, anyway. He's barely even seen snow. He'll eventually appear above Gale, glancing down at him. A little wobbly, but still upright for the time being, and hoping to keep it that way as he offers his hand to Gale. ]
… Are you alright?
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[Not lately, anyway— honestly, this may as well happen.
He huffs softly, looking straight up as Abbacchio stands over him and winces. He looks terribly foolish, he's sure, but he's actually starting to be accustomed to that at this point, given some of the absolute nonsense he and Astarion have been through alongside their companions.]
I'm well enough— I might end up with a bruise or two, but I'm not quite as soft as I look, fortunately. [He grimaces as he takes the offered hand and pulls himself up to a seated position to start— too much too fast, and he's afraid he'll take Abbacchio down with him.] Thank you; your assistance is much appreciated.
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As long as you're not seriously injured, a bruise is probably the best outcome.
[ Not the best result, of course. That would have been not slipping at all, but still a damned sight better than it could have been. He'll wait patiently until Gale is ready to get to his feet, the man has wisely made the decision not to rush, and Abbacchio is grateful for that, even if he could call upon his Stand in an attempt to prevent himself being pulled down. ]
Not sure that this was what anyone had in mind when it was said to be… normal. Though, I guess it is better.
hiatus over; that image though
[He gives Abbacchio a rueful smile, then waves a hand to produce a flicker of flame that grows into a small orb, which he aims at the ice just beyond his feet.]
Ignis!
[It connects with a brief flash before it fizzles, but the heat from the fire is enough to begin to melt the ice from that point and outward, spreading to slowly turn the ice patch into what amounts to a large puddle. He doesn't relish the idea of being soaked, but it's the lesser of two mundane evils at the moment.]
Thought I might spare either of us the indignity of having to slip— again, in my case— but I don't know how handy that trick will be elsewhere. The ice seems to blend in shockingly well.
larian causing grown men to slip on ice always
In his defence, we aren't exactly helping in that department, are we? Some of the stories I've heard sound farfetched to say the least, and— [ his eyes follow the bolt of fire. ] Some of us can do that. And that's arguably not that strange.
[ He's seen this trick before. Astarion almost singed his hair with it. ]
Mm, like with the lava, it seems to be a gradual process… I swear some of it turns icy just when you step on it, though. I suppose suggesting you just burn everything is off the table.
larian knows what they're about
[Guess who?
He dusts his hands off as though a simple cantrip had been enough to soil them, then smooths out the front of his robes.]
Well, I can certainly melt any ice we come across, but yes, pre-emptive burning could get a bit dicey. Even magical fire spreads.