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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Why, yes, you would have many extra hours to complete tasks that way.
[ She agrees readily, knowingly, giving in only enough to unfurl a wayward lock of hair from where it's been tangled from her prior sleeping position, tugging it back down into its proper place. ]
But in those extra hours... at your inn, there would not be many still awake, no?
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She knew Giselle would get it... Emboldened yet still sleepy, she rambles on, spurred on further by Giselle's remarks... ]
Not really, though since I've mentioned elven trances - my elven guests do tend to stay up to train or socialize or whatever else. Regardless, even at that time, there's plenty to do... information to sort through, quests to write up, correspondence to write... And then— [ here, she must spare a second to yawn ] There's cataloging my family's adventuring journals, too...
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[ How might she word this, without trying to quash Sumina's ideals? When she'd first lost the ability to sleep, the extra amount of time to read and clean had been a novelty — it'd been shocking how much more she could read in a day without the ability to feel her eyelids grow heavy, or for her mind to cease being alert. But that novelty had quickly turned to a crushing boredom, made worse, perhaps, by the fact that she was alone. Maybe Sumina might feel different, living in an inn where there would be plenty to do...
But she still feels reluctant to endorse it fully. ]
The darkness of night... the quiet hours of the morning.... these things are better enjoyed in fleeting moments, rather than in excess. In eternity. [ It would eventually become lonely, being the message she's trying to get across. ] I'm afraid these extra hours would lose their allure swiftly.
[ She smirks, the curve of her smile clever, before she shakes her head. As if to wave off any of the seriousness of what she'd said: ]
Of course, these are only the ramblings of a maid.
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Is that so...?
[ She sinks into her chair and into the comfort of her blanket a little more. For her elven brethren, those hidden hours of the night are not so hidden, they are simply part of the day-to-day. A handful of hours each day that perhaps, ultimately, mean nothing to such long-lived individuals. But the fact remains that this is simply how it is for them - they've never known how to live any differently.
But Giselle... Sumina has yet to uncover the truth of what truly has made Giselle the way that she is, but she's beginning to understand more and more each occasion that they spend time together like this.
At length, the innkeeper huffs a quiet little laugh and shakes her head. ]
You say that, Giselle, but really - I'm the one who's rambling, aren't I? [ A beat. ] But still, I think this is one such fleeting moment, since I'm able to speak with you so freely during it.
[ This isn't like those late nights spent working that Sumina had just spoken of. It's a quiet, cozy, late conversation had with a dear friend. It is far from lonely, at least for her... and she hopes for Giselle, too. ]