Event Log #004

[caelumstaff]

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. NAV | PREMISE | RULES | FAQ | TAKEN hotelcaelum | caelumserver | caelumooc

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[velluminous]

[ what a dangerously one-sided explanation, yeah!!! though what reason does she have to doubt him? she knows just enough—he has told her just enough—to extrapolate the scenario he wants to convey. ]

I am not understanding. You look perfectly fine, that day on beach.

[ that would explain why he was so vocal about the heat ]

[vecna]

[A wry tinge to his tone.]

I wasn’t comfortable until we stood in the shade. But even then, being set on fire or surrounded by lava’s a little more egregious than standing in direct, hot sunlight.

[velluminous]

You weren't burned.

[vecna]

That's right.

[What's a little beach sun to being set alight via molotov cocktail?]

I can heal from most things, given enough time. [Even a few shotgun blasts!! Wao] But fire is especially debilitating, so no campfire dates for us anytime soon, all right?

[velluminous]

[ tightens her fingers even more...

and lets go, abruptly, with a hard exhale. ]

[vecna]

[Ow? But then she releases, and Henry turns his head just enough to look up at her.]

Are you upset?

[velluminous]

You have been through such ordeals. How could I not be?

[vecna]

[Well, at that, he has to smile a little wanly.]

I guess it’s still strange, having someone who cares about what happens to me.

[Not his parents, who wanted nothing to do with him at the end. Not Papa, who pretended at parental care and concern, if only to be the whetstone that sharpened his collection of little weapons. Not Eleven, who should have understood, but only trapped him in another cage. Not a single soul in Hawkins. Even his memory of Patty has faded along the edges over the long drag of time.

But now… at least he has Sprezzatura.]

Thank you again. For today.

[velluminous]

[ grunts, trying to play it off as nonchalance. ]

What kind of woman would I be to leave you? You did not leave me to my shadows.

[vecna]

[A nonchalance that he thinks he can see right through.]

No, I didn't. But that's not exactly the same. That was before we were closer.

[Implying that her aid means more to him, now, because they're "closer." ISN'T THAT RIGHT SPREZZATURA]

[velluminous]

So, what? You think becoming closer makes me less likely to wish to help you?

[vecna]

[No, but he meant it had made him, back then, only willing to "help" her out of anger. Not out of concern. Not out of fear of losing something precious to him.

Not like what he hopes was the case for her, today.]

No. I'm just saying that things have changed plenty since then. I don't think I'm wrong in saying that much.

[velluminous]

[ i forgot to close my italics tag help ]

...No. You aren't.

[vecna]

[it's okay she was just stressing her words

That concession seems to satisfy him, and he closes his eyes.]

I'll think of some way to make all of this up to you later.

[velluminous]

Bah. Why worry? Stay close until all this is done, and that's enough.

[vecna]

Because I want you to know how much I appreciate you. How much I care.

[velluminous]

I am not needing gifts for every little thing I do.

[vecna]

I wouldn’t call this a “little” thing.

[Just let him show his appreciation!!]

[velluminous]

[ fuck you!!!! ]

I am not getting into argument about this.

[vecna]

Okay. We don’t have to, then.

[Because he’s still going to do it. 🙂 ]

[velluminous]

[ she puts a hand down over his mouth. it is time for Henrys to be quiet. ]

Start, next time, by not insulting my room. It is only thing keeping you from becoming fried Creel on floor.

[vecna]

[…Telepathy:]

Fried Creel?

But noted for next time. I appreciate your [messy] room.

[velluminous]

[ WOW! pushes down on his mouth harder, as though this will accomplish literally anything. ] Fried Henry kabob! Battered Creel. Grilled orderly shank.

[vecna]

[WOW RIGHT BACK AT HER. Mmmph mmphhh??]

You’d be sad if the hotel battered and fried me, admit it.

[velluminous]

Are we really having this conversation??