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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And Vincent lands about as gracefully as he did the first time: not at all.
He in fact lands right on top of her, his curtain of hair going everywhere and probably obscuring her vision, too. Sprawled out, his (probably insubstantial) weight pressing down, his face smushed into the crook of her neck. His mouth tries to enunciate something muffled, probably a statement that used to be an exclamation of surprise and comes out as a murmured noise, instead.
Why this.]
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He's murmuring something into her neck, which feels oddly intimate, and for a moment, she can imagine--
No.
Barghest draws in a shaky breath. Her face feels warm. ]
Vincent...?
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Barghest? Are you okay?
[His hair. He has too much of it, and it has never been an issue until literally right now. Blocking his view. He lifts his head, peering through the locks with red eyes, and... Oh. She's right there.
Is she blushing?]
I...
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I'm unharmed, I believe. That just surprised me.
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It slips out before he can stop himself, as though he can't quite understand why-]
You're blushing. [??]
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[ Don't call it out??? ]
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Sorry, I guess I'm too close.
[As if saying it aloud would make it any better. But he has enough mercy in his heart to lift himself up a little higher, so he's not directly face-to-face with Barghest, just sitting above her.
He should probably try to stand, but he just stares down at her for a moment.]
And too compromising.
[AS IF SAYING IT ALOUD WOULD MAKE IT ANY BETTER-]
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You're growing comfortable.
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Her knuckles, thanks to the ambient chill in the air, feel extra chilly against his skin... Which might have tinged a little, too, in the process.]
I didn't mean to cross a line. That's what I'm apologizing for...
[Sitting up straigher, shuffling off of her.]
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[ Just embarrassed, and she sits up, touching the back of her head with a minuscule wince. Mostly unharmed, anyway. ]
But it did feel as though you were lingering.
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On steady footing now--or steady enough, at any rate--he immediately outstretches a hand to help her up, frowning.]
Did you hit your head?
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It would seem so. But it isn't bleeding, nor does it hurt all that much, so I wouldn't be concerned about it.
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And so-]
Let's find a place to sit. I can heal you if curative magic won't be an issue.
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[ it's just some soreness! ]
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Besides, it's not like we have anything better to do. [Unless she wants to keep sliding around on the ice?]
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I don't need it, but if you're going to insist, I suppose I'll allow it.
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[Vincent seems to hesitate for just a moment, there and gone again, before he gives their linked hands a squeeze to drive home his point:]
Keep holding on while we walk. Maybe we can... try to keep each other balanced.
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All right. Speak frankly if you feel your balance is shifting unfavorably.
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[Their hands linked, it's time to walk carefully down the corridor. Very carefully, though Vincent is usually fairly well-balanced, and as long as nothing else comes barreeling their way, they should probably be fine!]
How'd you fare with all the lava...?
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[ She didn't like the sight of it, but that's more a memory thing than a threat. ]
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But Vincent just nods.]
I tried to freeze it, but my ice magic didn't last too long. This hotel really is a pain when things go awry.
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[ And they always end up dealing with it in some kind of uncomfortable fashion. ]
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[Well, what can you do. Vincent casts his gaze around, looking for an elevator. Maybe their luck on a different floor will free them from this ice-like tundra.]
Want to try your luck on another floor? Maybe it's warmer wherever we end up.
[BUT NOT IN A LAVA WAY]
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[ And he'll fuss no matter where they go-- ]
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To the elevators! Eventually, they reach the one on this floor without incident, and in they go. Vincent just picks a random floor at this rate; it's a gamble if they'll end up on another ice-floor, anyway.]
Have a feeling this cure materia's going to get plenty of use in this place.
[Glad he packed one!]
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