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Event Log #004

EVENT LOG
number 004

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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My thanks for getting me here. Goodnight.

[ she turns around and walks away... ]

[ She can't get away from him that easily!!! In this thread. This is a sleepover, the night has only just begun!

That being the case, he's going to just trail after her like a needy cat, nudging an elbow against her own. ]

Hey, heyyy! Do you want to be the shoujo heroine, instead? We can trade!

[ Was that the problem... ]

[ This needy cat following her... She sighs. That was not the problem... ]

I don't even know what that is, but if it's anything like an "otome protagonist," then no thank you.

[ She stops in her tracks and glances up at him skeptically while she holds up her government-assigned pajamas. ]

I'm going to go change into this.

[ Wait!!! Before she goes, he has to ask— ]

Wait! You know what an otome protagonist is?!

[ And she remembers that he called her one??? ]

[ Yes, and yes, she remembers. ]

I do. One of the younger guests told me...

[ Though Ryuji had also told her that the comparison was likely meant to be a flattering one... now, after everything, she's not sure what to think!! ]

Sooo now you must get what I mean about you being one! Actually, come to think of it, an otome protagonist is just a subset of shoujo heroine, so you've got them both covered.

[ For what it's worth, he meant it as a compliment, both back then and especially so now! Particularly given that she did kind of have a few people vying for her attention... ]

I—

[ Well. She can't deny it now, after everything, certainly... And perhaps returning home recently also brought to light that she was very much in the same sort of role at home, just completely oblivious and blind to it. (Sorry Vaer.)

Her voice drops into a hushed tone as she turns to face him. ]

If that's the case, shouldn't you be worried?

[ ...

Winter did tell him he stepped back, but... ]

[ Then, leaning in verrrry close to her face: ]

You tell me. Should I?

[ It was at this moment she knew she fucked up. ]

Satoru.

[ She lifts the journal up into the space between their faces, like a shield. ]

Please. I'm tired and under stress. You know the answer to that.

[ Does he...good thing this is happening before he saw how Sumina and Nanami speak the same foodie language.

He knows when to relent, at least, and after a moment, he breathes out a sigh, straightening up and then proceeding onward like none of that just happened. ]

Well, then...let's get changed into our PJs! I can't wait to see how yours look, hehe.

[ And then he's tearing off towards the bathroom... ]

[ you gotta watch out for the blonds, gojo...

anywho, he thankfully relents and bounds off soon enough, leaving Sumina to heave a sigh in relief before she turns to go change, too. She likely comes out sometime after he's done changing, emerging from the bathroom in a minty nightgown situation, with her journal tucked under her arm while she makes a beeline for wherever the tea is to start brewing a pot. ]

[ Gojo is probably doing like a whole skincare routine in the bathroom, so he emerges a few minutes after Sumina, wearing his moe anime eye mask and Cinnamoroll hair clippies, as well as his black sleep tank and sweats. The tank shows off his arms real nice, but also his scar as it peeks out above the neckline, so...you win some, you lose some.

As he approaches while she brews tea, he just narrowly resists the temptation to rest his elbow on her shoulder. If he hadn't already been such a menace to her, he might have, but he seems a bit less hyper now, after reflecting on his actions...

Or just thinking about how she chose to save the journal he gave her again. Hehe... ]

Ooh, what flavor did you get started there, Momo?

[ He's already grabbing the sugar. ]

[ and you didn't SHARE your facemasks with the rest of the hotel?? ]

I thought a mint blend might be nice, given how, ah, warm it is with the floors—

[ speaking of feeling warm, it's at that moment that Sumina's gaze slides sidelong towards Satoru and. Oh. Why is he wearing like half a shirt. ]

T-Turning into lava and such.

[ Look, I didn't think about it until after I topleveled,,

Anyway, what's that look for? She's seen him with no shirt before — never mind that he's giving her a once-over in her cute green nightie, and this shirt does his physique quite a few favors. He hasn't slacked off his training regimen while on vacay, after all... ]

Ohhh, huh, it is pretty warm, isn't it?

[ A playful, gentle nudge of his elbow to her arm. ]

My eyes are up here, Mina-chan.

[ Pointing to his stupid eye mask,, ]

[ She squeaks at the nudge. Sure, she's seen him without a shirt on, but that was at the beach, where that is apparently normal? And this is.. you know, in the midst of everyone!? ]

I don't know what you mean...

[ Looking away now... Gotta keep watch on the tea. Can't have it getting all over-steeped now... ]

I-I assume you'd like a cup for yourself, too. Since you're going to sweeten it, then I would suggest using honey to do so.

[ Ehehehe...

He could rib her further, but he's already been on a roll tonight, and now that the aroma of the tea is reaching his nose, he finds himself relaxing somewhat, the mischief easing out of him.

Though truly, she could be making anything he'd probably feel that way in her familiar, comfortable presence. He's grown so used to having her as a companion, especially as of late. ]

Mm, good call! What are you gonna do once you have your tea, though? Seems way too early to go to sleep.

[ The night is young, and it's a slumber party! Ostensibly. ]

[ He's already been on a roll tonight, and while she seems... milder now compared to when they first arrived, perhaps her fuse is a bit short tonight. It helps to be in a safer place now, though, and to see many of their fellow guests already here, too.

And on that note, she turns her head, casting her gaze about to account who all is here. ]

...I'd like to make sure everyone is alright and situated. Especially the newer arrivals...

[ You can take "inn" out of "innkeeper," and you'd still be left with "keeper." And though it's certainly not her duty to be anyone's keeper here, that's just the sort of person that she is. ]

[ That is just a part of who she is, and Satoru has grown familiar enough with all her facets that he can tell when she's being Innkeeper Mina versus just...Mina. While she glances around at their fellow guests, he's watching her, his expression softening as he leans back against the sidebar. ]

You'd do a better job of that than Mr. Bennet for sure. Want a hand?

[ If she'd rather do her thing on her own, that's fine, too. He has a blanket fort to build, after all...maybe he can find some snacks and games for them when she's done, too.

...Since in the back of his mind he's apparently decided they're going to be hanging out tonight, too. Maybe their sleeping bags can even be next to each other...? Hehe. ]

[ flashback to Nanami calling her "Mr. Bennet but less insane," ]

Ah... I don't think I'll need any assistance, but...

[ She looks thoughtful for a moment, and in the spirit of striving to do better for herself, she adds: ]

...I'll let you know if I do.

[ Less insane and 100% more bae, sorry, Mr. Bennet. ]

Great! If you need me...hm. I think you'll know where to find me.

[ Wherever the greatest commotion is happening, likely involving a blanket fort, or games he has sprung on unsuspecting people. Maybe once Sumina is done, he'll have to rope her into playing with him.

It's gotta be a proper slumber party for her too, after all. ]

[ Sumina, for her part, really does believe that after they've had their she's going to make rounds checking on everyone and then maybe even discuss next steps with Mr. Bennet before even thinking of retiring into a sleeping bag.

Instead, she ends up spending quite some time with a few fellow guests, even getting her nails freshly painted at one point, only to momentarily nod off in an armchair while taking a short break. It's after all of that, perhaps well into the late hours of the night (or the next morning, however one wishes to think of it) that Sumina finally wanders over to the blanket fort.

Of course she knows who's responsible for it, having stolen a few glances now and again throughout the evening, and she presumes he's inside of it, since she hasn't seen him anywhere else. She leans over, peeking through whatever opening there is, with her body cozily wrapped in the blanket Giselle has put over her when she fell asleep in a chair.

There's got to be at least one or two guests who are already asleep by this point, so she calls out into the fort, hushed and quiet: ]

Satoru...? Are you still awake?

[ Thanks to the generous vision afforded him by his Six Eyes, he can, of course, see Sumina coming, a little smile to himself on his lips as he flips through a magazine he borrowed from the library. He has no reservations about appearing too eager or excited to see her, in particular after catching glances of her going about her business as he spent time with other guests and built his blanket palace.

With all his limbs setting into motion, he wiggles over and pokes his head through the "door" of the blanket fort, on his knees to avoid knocking the whole thing over by standing at his full height. As such, he has to look up to see her, his eye mask now pushed up over his hair, sweeping it back on his head. ]

What do you think I am, a grandpa? [ Of course he's still awake! Flashing her a sharp but playful smile: ] What's the password?

[ ...She didn't even ask to come inside, but whatever, he's still requesting the password now anyway. ]

[ She sure didn't ask to come inside, but. Okay. She'll play. ]

It's not "password," is it?

[ Just. Making sure. ]

[ A look of exaggerated dismay besets his expression, his mouth forming an "o" in utter shock. ]

Whoooooa, Mina-chan! How did you know?!

[ Definitely a little too loud for there maybe being people sleeping nearby, but this is just his normal speaking voice, really. He doesn't have much in the way of an "inside voice".

And yes, he likely would have accepted anything she gave as the password, but he just finds this one funny. ]

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