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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[caelumstaff]

[vecna]

001: THE FLOOR IS LAVA

A) [There are two elements that Henry hates the most: electricity and fire. Electricity is for personal reasons. Fire is for extreme-heat-really-fucking-hurts reasons.

And lava? That's pretty damn close to fire. Hot enough to feel like his skin will practically peel off from the ambient heat, like his feet will catch aflame long after he's already taken refuge atop a sofa in one of the hotel lounges.

He's flushed and clearly uncomfortable in an irritated way, not bothering to wear his usual smile. He reaches out and drags the nearest large piece of furniture towards him with his telekinesis, and the lava churns around it as it draws closer, bumping up against the sofa.

Were you using that? You're not now.]

Get out of the way, or I'll throw you in.

[He’s making a bridge!!! Don't get in his way!! But also wow.]

B) [Alternatively, he's on his own when this is happening, and there are much fewer things to use as makeshift bridges, leaving Henry on his own little island, surrounded by lava. Maybe you wanna help him, huh!! or let him burn that's valid too

Sure does look like a leg's about to give out on the table he's standing on, though.]

002: SAFETY SLEEPOVER

[NO TALK ME, HENRY ANGY

His clothes were burnt in the lava fiasco at some point, which means he's stuck wearing blue-striped pajamas and slippers. Someone's shoved a cup of warm tea in his hands, which is the last thing he wants after nearly falling face-first into a floor of heated death.

He looks like the least enthused person ever to attend a "sleepover," honestly.]

So management's ineptitude is being called a game, now?

[SOME OF US ALMOST DIED]

WILDCARD

[Whatever you want!]

[survivaltricks]

[wherever you are, whatever you are doing, however you are avoiding the scalding floors. . . some guy suddenly drops down on you from above, hanging upside from the ceiling via a grappling. . . hook?]

[WHERE DID HE GET THAT]

[anyway. he gives you a li'l wave]

Need help getting to safety?

[spider thief, spider thief. . .]

[nonexempt]

one — safety sleepover.

[ Nanami is here, dressed in a pair of silk pajamas and sitting at the long table, one leg crossed over the other as he sips his tea and reads a book. He seems perfectly at ease with this entire situation. If this is what the hotel calls dangerous, he's actually pretty fine with that compared to what he's used to.

Would you like to say hi to him? Alternatively, if you join him at the table, he might be the first to say hi instead, greeting you with a — ]

Hello, how are you faring with the lava situation?

two — ice, ice, baby.

[ After all is said and done, Nanami can be found on the library floor. He's in the middle of just browsing one of the aisles when the floor of the library tilts just a bit and because of the ice lacing the floor, everything starts to... slide.

He'll grab onto the edge of the bookshelf for balance and look a little put out at the situation. ]

I suppose this is what they meant when they said the hotel would be "settling".

three — wildcard.

[ got a different idea? hmu with whatever! nanami will be available for it all. ]

[fixtures]

I. floor is lava | the opposite of cuddling for warmth, maid-chan ice pack

[ While she doesn't have much in the way of supernatural speed or strength that might help build a good way of keeping of the floor, she does have one beneficial trait in her arsenal: the ever present chill of her skin. Where it may have been written off as poor circulation, or perhaps some anomaly among the living creatures of her world, the supernatural element of her frostiness is more obvious now, given that despite taking refuge on a dresser (the current floor being one filled with rows of hangers and closets of clothes), and despite being in her full uniform, she's yet to break a sweat. Her skin remains deathly pale, too, despite the rising heat. ]

My, you look flush, my dear.

[ It's said lightly, with a note of faint concern — not overbearing, nor seemingly like she is in emotional distress at seeing the effects the environment are having on her fellow guests. There's not much room up on this dresser, so her shoulder remains pressed to yours, the sensation cool — and in this situation? Likely pleasant, instead of jarring. ]

Shall we wait here? It would be a shame if you were to faint from exerting yourself.

II. sleepover | midnight tea party

[ Being on this floor is a necessity, for now, given the volatile state of the other floors — otherwise, she would avoid nighttime in such a large gathering. Perhaps there's somewhere she might slip off to and hide for the rest of the evening, so as to avoid sitting awake in plain view and unsettling the guests. Until then, though, she doesn't she why she shouldn't spend her time tucking everyone in, metaphorically. And maybe literally. Once most have gone to sleep, she'll find somewhere to hide...

That is, particularly once you have gone to sleep. Should you stay up late into night, the maid will appear seemingly out of the shadows, her footsteps silent and intentionally approaching you from the back. There's a warm cup of tea in her hand, steaming lightly, and she only pipes up when she's close enough to give a potential spook. ]

May I offer you a drink, before you turn in?

[ Turn to look at her and you'll find she's still in uniform, smiling pleasantly as she holds out the tea. ]

III. floor is ice

[ This is preferable to the lava? The cold never bothered her anyway Elsa.mp3??? Well, it didn't bother her, until she inelegantly slips hard on the ice and falls hard on her back, in an uncharacteristically klutzy way. The surprise is so much that she even makes an indignant yelp of surprise, a muted ah!, unlike the calm, cool way she tries to come off. Good thing no one saw or heard that, right.... ]

[liongeneral]

A - Sleepover!

[Sleeping on the main floor of the hotel? He does that all the time. But it's certainly more exciting with friends. And he has some pretty remarkable pajamas too.

He has the hood up, because of course, and all that hair shoved inside by some miracle.

Yet despite the buzz of activity the General is already starting to nod off in his usual chair in the lounge. Listen... It's not a Jing Yuan starter if he hasn't fallen asleep somewhere. I don't make the rules. Just get him some hot chocolate or drag him to the tea party.]

B - Cuddle Puddle

[Festivities aside he is an old man and he does need to get some sleep. And all the lave cake and caffeine in the world can't change that. He's sitting on his designated sleeping bag listening to the conversation and then... His head is on your shoulder. Too sleepy to go on. Why do you young kids stay up so late?

Anyway, you wouldn't deny him right? Not with his cute lion jammers with the hood up? Surely not. You can probably coax him up a little longer, get him to tell a story. Inject him with pure caffeine or... snuggle up cause it's bed time.]

[netherese]

🔮 i. the floor is lava

i-a.
[Gale doesn't think much of the warmth at first, the increase slow and steady enough that he almost doesn't notice it until he's nearly arrived at the café he intends to do his research in that afternoon. It's then that he catches the unpleasant scent of something burning, and frowns to himself as he sniffs at the air.]

What in—

[Looking down, he sees black smoke rising from the soles of his own boots, and it's then that the heat truly registers, causing him to let out an undignified yelp and quickly move to scramble atop one of the little tables decorating the corridor, nudging the potted plant sitting there aside with his foot to make room for himself.]

Really? I thought being here might mean a reprieve from this sort of nonsense!

[Burning embers from stray fireballs, smoldering firepowder, actual lava... he's walked across more surfaces that burn than most people encounter in an entire lifetime. He huffs irately, looking at the stretch of corridor ahead and seeing that some of the carpeting has given way to pools of very real, molten lava.

Wonderful.]

All we're missing now is an angry gaggle of magma mephits— don't get any ideas!

[That last bit is directed at the ceiling, just in case the powers-that-be might be listening.]

i-b.
[Thankfully, Gale is equipped to handle the searing heat of the hotel floors without having to hop from place to place, though even his solution has its limits. A flight spell does just the trick in enabling him to cross larger distances with ease, and while he occasionally will have to stop and rest to recharge, he's able to keep himself largely airbound while also granting temporary flight to others, should they so desire.

Before the safety of the lounge has been announced, he'll be seeking out people who look like they might be stranded or otherwise having difficulty navigating, and will land on the nearest piece of furniture to aid them, should they so desire.]

Need a hand, friend? If you ask me, the heat is getting to be a bit much.

🔮 ii. safety sleepover

[By the time the gathering in the lounge has been announced, Gale is grateful for the opportunity to rest and leave the heat behind. Tara joins him, eager to be where the people are, and makes herself perching on the ledge of one of the windows to people-watch after charming a tressym-appropriate treat out of Mr. Bennet. Gale himself is eager to shed his robes after having singed the bottoms by coming too close to some actual lava, and is quick to change into the pajamas he's been provided, then sets up his sleeping bag before he goes to help himself to the promised tea and cakes.

He wrinkles his nose slightly as he lifts a small plate of cake to eye-level, tilting his head to examine it.]

I'm afraid I don't quite understand— what makes it lava cake?

[He appreciates a good pun and similar humor, but these are rather new to him, even with as much time as he spends in the kitchen.

Overall, he'll be amenable to all sorts of sleepover shenanigans— it rather reminds him of camping, actually, which he's found he's come to miss, especially when it comes to the company. He'll be chatty and personable as ever, as well as keen to pick up some of the hotel's latest gossip!]

🔮 iii. the floor is ice

[While another flight spell would certainly do the trick, Gale makes the terrible mistake of underestimating the hotel when the floors begin to cool, thinking little of it as he's not often barefoot, and so he proceeds to go about his business as usual before a particularly icy patch catches him unawares and sends him flying before he lands flat on his back, knocked prone.

He groans as he stares up at the ceiling, then closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose.]

Well, that was certainly undignified. Overcompensating, aren't we?

[Gods. He's been here before. It's going to take forever to get up properly, and this can't be good for his back...]

[feyfound]

i 🦋 the floor is lava

[ Juniper has honestly been having a blast despite the floor being lava! It's great training for traversing difficult terrain and other such perilous conditions! She'll be found hopping from furniture to furniture with powerful bunny leaps, but also flitting about any and all floors donning her Witchlight Monarch regalia, granting her fairy wings on her back and a crown of butterflies over her head.

As she spots someone who might still need some assistance after Mr. Bennet's announcement, she'll call out: ]

Heeeeeey! Do you need help getting to the sleepover!?

ii 🦋 sleepover

[ Upon arriving at the sleepover, Juniper's regalia fade away into glimmering pixie dust and she rolls through like a whirlwind, grabbing supplies from the Mr. Bennet and then soon emerging from the restrooms perfectly comfy in her froggie kigurumi! Conveniently, it even has little holes for her ears and tail to poke through. Ever seen a bunny-frog? Now you have.

Anyway, it's time for cake! Though she is utterly shocked at what she hears of it once she is served her piece, and she falls dramatically to her knees, wailing without regard for anyone who may already be sleeping: ]

The cake is lava, too!?

[ IS NOTHING SACRED ANYMORE!! DAMN YOU MR. BENNET...! ]

iii 🦋 the floor is ice

[ Some furniture is sliding around, huh... Perfect. It doesn't take very long for Juniper to turn this into some strange training or adventuring exercise, too, namely...

That it's time to do some literal couch-surfing. Whether you're walking down a hallway or simply minding your own business in some lounge, peace is soon interrupted by the sounds of her squealing and laughing until she comes skidding across the ice on an entire loveseat, using only the friction of her socks on the ice to stop the movement. ]

Wooo! Wanna hop on!? I promise it's fun!

🦋 wildcard
( as ever I am ezpz just hmu with whatever!! )

[likesitruff]

A. We all need someone to lava

[ This isn't exactly ideal, and Barghest has avoided the majority of the discomfort of the floors, but finally, she can't quite avoid the scene in front of her, a floor that is quite literally lava. It's bubbling. It's hissing. The air itself is shimmering with heat, and she stands on the last step of the stairwell, seemingly frozen. As though...

The scene brings something to mind, perhaps?

Call out to her if you want, but if she sees anyone approaching who is miraculously not aware of the lava yet-- ]

I would choose another time to visit this floor.


B. Britean?

[ She's made it to the lounge after hours of patrolling, to ensure people didn't need help, but now, she is not some massive muscled lady saving people, she is a massive muscled lady sitting at the table in a traditional Victorian-esque long nightgown, with a cup of tea. ]

Deplorable... I should not have lowered my guard with this place. Perhaps I should return to donning armor again...


C. ice ice baggy

[ Is she slipping? yes.

Is she slipping straight for you at high speed because of the ice, despite her every attempt to be careful?

Also yes!

She's not a lightweight woman. This is very muscle. It will probably not feel great if she collides with you.

WHAT DO YOU DO? ]

[indigrow]

i 🌿 the floor is lava (or ice)

[ Take your pick between lava or ice. Regardless, Clara is wearing baggy, flowy pants that make it just a little difficult to see what the feet situation is (😳!?) but if one watches closely enough she might... not be touching the floor, at all? Spooky...

Otherwise, she seems unbothered, going about the usual business of grabbing food here and there, taking random cuttings from plants around the hotel, you know, normal guest stuff, though if she spies someone watching her movements, she'll simply smile and wave. ]

ii 🌿 sleepover

[ Clara's pajamas are simple and comfortable, but leave the tattoos on her arm and thigh visible.

She is checking on every guest while menacingly (?) carrying rather sharp-looking gardening shears in one hand and a spiky-looking plant in the other. All smiles. ]

Hello. Are you burnt anywhere?

🌿 wildcard
( whenever, wherever, we're meant to thread together,, )

[unliminal]

1. floor is lava

A. [ Are you stranded because of the lava? Perhaps unable to reach an elevator to get to the safety floor? Good news! Gojo is here to help. Probably. Eventually.

For the present, he appears to be take it easy, either standing upside down on the ceiling to approach, or reclining mid-air with his legs crossed and his hands tucked behind his head. Either way, he doesn't seem too fussed about the current lava floor situation, because, you know, he can fly and teleport.

After a moment of observing whatever struggle you're in: ]

Need a haaaaand?

B. [ How the turn tables...as at some point as he flaunts his abilities around people in distress, they abruptly stop working. It's not the first time the hotel has done this to him, suddenly made his powers go completely on the fritz, but now he's unable to go anywhere or do anything with his cursed technique, marooned on a table and trying to use a lamp to ferry his way down the lava hallway to the elevator.

It's not going so well...but if he happens upon anyone on his way, he pats the table next to him. There's room for two! ]

Hop on! I'm sure it's safe.

[ Said with an impish grin that very much says the opposite. ]

2. safety sleepover

[ When was the last time he even had a sleepover? Far too long, and circumstances being what they are, Gojo is prepared to make the most of it, as always! Dressed in a simple black sleeping tank and grey sweatpants with some distinguished clips to keep his hair out of his eyes, Gojo has set up a blanket fort at one corner of the lounge, and it continues to grow larger than it probably should. Even so, he's reaching for another person's sleeping bag, aiming to tug it right out of their grip. ]

I need this more than you. Just trust me!

[ When he's not working on his swanky blanket fort, he's sitting in the main area, snacking on some star-shaped candies, contemplating some board and card games out before him on the table, before venturing: ]

Heyyyy. Wanna play truth or dare?

[ It's that or Uno. Pick your poison. ]

3. wildcard

[ Want to do something else with Gojo? I'm down for any fire, ice, or sleepover shenanigans! Feel free to hit me up on Discord if you want to plot something specific! ]

[laevateinns]

--SAFETY SLEEPOVER

[ there's no way akechi is going to sleep here, no matter how tired he is.

but... he really can't resist free food, even if it is a little too sweet for his tastes-- let alone a break from parkouring outside of the metaverse. so he takes a bit of a lava cake and frowns over in the corner he's claimed for himself, clad in a set of pajamas for a very nerdy sentai show that he'd rather no one sees.

and yet.

--THE FLOOR IS ICE

[ since it never fucking ends in this place, akechi finds himself a few days later freezing his ass off in a hallway as he tries to walk back to his own, blissfully private room.

even through his shoes it's cold, and he has his arms wrapped around him and a sour look on his face--

until a step suddenly sends him sliding towards someone. oops! ]

--WILCARD

[ whatever you want!! ]

[historicallyloaded]

I gotta lotta lava love locked up inside me

[ Lava? Not great, not ideal, not a fan. Despite being an objective nerd, a sticktwig of a man, Brickston is nimble enough to traipse and flit from couch to chair to cushion without much issue... but it's so unbecoming and uncouth and worst of all he's working up a sweat. That just won't do! He'd much rather over-engineer and invent his way out of this situation.

And so he alters part of the Steely Wheelie Lifting Dealie, turns the tripod set of wheels into sets of alternating tripod-like legs. The end result is a wheel chair that has the bottom half of a crab as it ambles over the lava floor, seemingly none worse for the wear. There! The Steely Heely Crawling Dealie, mark 2.

Though he trusts his contraption he doesn't trust the few inches of distance that separate the hot floor from the bottoms of his fine shoes so he tends to sit in it cross-legged, a pompous looking fellow on his crab-like abomination of a chair slowly going as he pleases and only occasionally stopping for conversation with anyone who looks stuck. ]

Looking good over there, yeah? You um, you doing alright?

You come walking over pillows and sheets

[ Even his trusty steed has only a finite amount of energy to spare and eventually he concedes to taking refuge on the bottom floor with other guests. A green and gold silk robe is available to him, just as he'd have at home. His usual pre-sleep ritual involves a lot of skin care and self-pampering so I'm very sorry to anyone looking to use the showers, he's going to be hogging them for a while. Feel free to remind him there are other people in the lobby.

Otherwise the tea and cakes will also delight Brickston, another ritual he does often at home. He settles in his designated corner of the floor, spreading blankets and pillows out to make an inviting nest. He leaves his shoulder-length blonde hair down and sprawls out on the floor on his stomach, raised on his elbows and feet kicked up behind him as he samples the treats with anyone willing to share a little platter with him. ]

I do love the rich flavor of darker teas. [ He points to your cup. ] What do you like about yours?

[ The other thing he'll be doing is... offering to paint your nails! it's a thing Truly not a sleepover until someone is doing that or gossiping about their love lives. He may or may not offer the latter so easily. ]

My roommate is particularly fond of this color. [ It's a warm pink. Looks pretty good on him, but does it look good on you? ]

Well it gets so cold when you look at me that way

[ The Steely Heely Crawling Dealie fairs terribly on ice slick floors. He's forced to traverse slowly and wishes he had a pair of ice skates at the ready. Tempted as he is to butcher his own expensive shoes and craft them himself, he quickly discovers (with some fumbling, falling, and practice) he can slide to where he wants to go just as effectively with enough calculation and momentum.

Which means he might be prone to bumping into strangers as he get from point A to point B. If there's risk of that he'll attempt a warning shout as he slides: ]

At your Six! Wait, wait more like your Seven...? Half-past? Erm, LOOK OUT!

Fortune Roll

[[ THE WILDCARD OPTION! Open to anything, catch him while he's in the middle of making the crab chair or maybe he's given up and bundled himself in blankets to stave off the cold. Also still going strong on the TDM if those prompts suit your fancy more. ]]

[velluminous]

i — the floor is lava

[ tell me. what is heat to a tiefling? what's lava to a lady with fire resistance? the floor might be lava, and the heat might be slowly eating its way up through her shoes, but unlike most people, her response when she f-i-n-a-l-l-y notices is to quizzically glance down, frown, and murmur, ] Hm.

[ experimentally, she steps to one side. the heat lessens. she stands in place. the heat grows. she steps to the side again...

and pulls out a notebook. scribble scribble.

ii — safety sleepover

[ here she is, looking like she ought to be the kind of woman who snores like honk-shoo or perhaps even snork-mimimi. catch her, in all her elegance, eating a lava cake in the corner.

with her bare hands. ]

iii — wildcard

[ make something up! i'm easy :) ]

[curvaceous]

floor is lava

[ In the midst of the "floor is lava" problem, there is a newcomer perched up on a chair. Kara is currently trying to game the system, apparently, because she's using the chair to do small, tiny hops towards the elevator. It looks very silly, and progress is being made very slowly, but she has yet to fall over.

She looks extremely exhausted, however, and there is a small pool of lava that seems to be inching towards her from behind. Kara is oblivious to it. ]

sleepover

[ The sleepover is somewhat a reprieve from the hotel "game" going on, and at least Kara gets a set of comfortable pajamas! Still, she doesn't look entirely enthused to be here, and she's sitting off to the side while she picks at a piece of cake with her fork. Her feet are up on the chair; she looks pretty closed off.

Despite that, she'll glance at anyone nearby, almost like she wants to say something, but stays quiet. However, eventually, she decides to try to start some kind of conversation. She's dying to know if other people here think this is as abnormal as she does. ]

... You don't really think any of this is relaxing, do you?

wildcard

[ Local Navia player here, I am easy! Come at me with anything. ]