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 was not aware that it was a possibility. Indeed, it does sound convenient...
[ Preferable to stalking around in the night and drinking blood, actually? Because she did feel that rumble of her chuckle, she tries to situate herself in a way that won't be pressing to hard on the other woman's chest, still thinking of her comfort despite her prone position. ]
Are dhampirs common among your kind, then...?
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But she offers her answer easily enough. It is... easier than she thinks, to share this, despite it being the first time she has ever had to explain this. ]
Not so. We are normally seen as something like cursed beings and hunted down. I am the only one of my kind that I know.
[ And as such, Clara has at times, been that rumored witch or at the very least somebody to steer clear of. Despite her best efforts to remain as unassuming and undetected, there's truly no accounting for fear, at times. Still, she has never harbored any ill will towards humans who may have been frightened of her and sent hunters after her. How could she, when she in many ways embodies what their oppressors cannot accomplish? To many, she is little more than another vampire, but one who need not hide in the daytime. They should, by all accounts, be afraid of her.
Even though her expression always remains pleasant, and immutable. ]
That quite literally makes me one-of-a-kind, does it not?
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...Yes, I suppose it does. In that sense, I suppose vampires and humans both have their own reasons for fear, given the state of your world.
[ With vampires in overwhelming power, a dhampir could be a would-be traitor to the ruling class. To a human, they could be a wolf in sheep's clothing. It's beginning to make sense, why Clara's life has seemed so rural, each time she's spoken of her home. ]
Though I am certain nothing of the sort will inhabit the hearts of the guests here. [ True to her word, there's not a hint of malice, distaste, or fear in her expression — on the contrary she looks blank in a polite way, seeming not to need to try very hard to be calm. In other words, it doesn't appear she's masking her true feelings towards her. ] Were that the case... trouble would have already arose.
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[ Clara doesn't think that she would have been particularly bothered if someone were to express a certain discontentment around her; it's nothing she's not encountered before, but with Nicodème here, she has a stalwart ally at the very least. It was he who first told her that she need not hide herself nor what she is here, after all, which tells her that he's determined that she is in no danger. ]
But thankfully, we are instead facing this kind of trouble.
[ Arriving at the elevators now, she nods her head towards the buttons. Her hands are, uh, full, so: ]
Would you mind doing the honors, Giselle?