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 while that could have been construed as sarcasm at its peak, Astarion means it very sincerely. He has the impression that Gale can definitely employ the I'm Going to Write You a Strongly Worded Letter vibes for how loquacious the man can be. Maybe Mr Bennet will finally start to take all this nonsense and "malfunctioning" of the hotel seriously. It's getting ridiculous.
But first, the issue of lava. And the blessed application of the wizard's magic, where he can feel envelop him in the airy feeling of knowing he can fly, now, if he all but tries.
He steps back, muscles coiling in his legs like he's about to make a leap-]
Tell him he's-
[-and leap he does, though of course this ends with him actually flying over, quite quickly, towards Gale.]
-an idiot for letting this go on as long as it has!
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On instinct, Gale ducks just a bit as Astarion sails towards him, raising an arm to shield himself just in case the vampire's aim goes awry— fortunately, he seems to do better with flying than he does with firebolts.]
I might choose a more diplomatic term, but I'll ensure your sentiments are appropriately conveyed!
[This is why they don't typically let Astarion handle persuasive matters, despite the fact that he can be quite good at such things when he applies himself.]
That should last a good while, but it's not indefinite— if you'd like to relocate, there's little time to waste.
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Who cares about diplomacy when we might've been tumbling straight into lava! Again!
[Nonsense, as he said. Astarion huffs, straightening, casting a glance around where they stand. The lava really is starting to engulf the whole floor now.]
The whole floor's about to be a lost cause, I think. Might be best to make our way to the elevators, don't you think?
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[Even though such environments are all too common back home— depending on where one goes. He had certainly never intended to find himself in the bowels of the Grymforge, but such was the life of an adventurer, apparently.
He does, however, agree with Astarion's suggestion with a sharp nod, wasting no time in pushing off with one foot so that he's airborne again. It might look ridiculous, but it's certainly the only way to travel, at the moment.]
The sooner we leave this floor, the better— more of them are going to end up just like this before long, but I've heard a safe zone has been secured in the lounge.
[He can't imagine Astarion will want to join him in scouting for others who need aid, anyway.]