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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I can turn into a bat!
[ :D ]
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[ He loves to show off, and turning into a bat is by far his favorite trick. Nico stands — still in mid-air, mind — and gives a flourishing bow, during which a flash of red light passes over his form and suddenly! In his place, there is a little brown vampire bat flapping away. ]
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What wonder... [ All the fear and indignance seems to have melted away now, and even the absurdity of having this conversation over a floor of lava seems to not matter as he offers his hands splayed open, should Nico want to rest. He doesn't even know if he can be understood or if Nico can talk, but, ]
All your physicality compressed into such a small package. None of that hurt at all?
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Not at all! Becoming a bat is as easy to me as breathing!
[ That sure is a tiny, squeaky Nico voice coming out of this bat's mouth. ]
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Brickston never imagined he could be so endeared by a tiny talking bat he was terrified of only moments ago, but the entire ensemble sitting here squeaking to him in his hand has him verklempt, flushing red. He turns his head to the side and covers his mouth with one hand as he tries to restrain himself from making an undignified squeak of his own. How dare he be so incredibly cute...?!
Composure, dear Brickston. Not in front of a vampire...!
Imagine if he did have ill-intent—he'd be a dead man already, swooned by his little dulcet squeaks. ]
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Are there limits? Or can you stay like this indefinitely? And this the only form you can take...?
[ He inhales and sort of winces at himself. ]
I— I'm sorry. I've gotten carried away, I haven't even asked your name yet...
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Yes, he is the cutest thing ever, isn’t he? Thank you for noticing! ]
Let us start with introductions, then! My name is Nicodème La Roux, though you may call me Nico. A pleasure!
[ He doesn’t bow, exactly, but he does wiggle a little in Bricks’ palms. Hello!! ]
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[ He can't exactly offer his hand, no more than he already was, so he cranes his index finger towards Nico's tiny talon. ]
Brickston Bartholomew Penderyn... at first, a fright, but now a pleasure!
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I am sorry for frightening you, though to be honest, I expected more people to react that way, and they simply have not.