𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄

[fenstaff]

I. A-A-AY, I'M ON VACATION
if you don't like your life, then you should go and change it ♫♪

Welcome to Hotel Fen!

All guests are given the current week’s list of special activities by the cheerful blonde receptionist upon check in. There’s also a small stack of them on the reception desk should you lose yours, or if you would like a second copy.

Your itinerary reads:

MONDAY — TOO ZEN TO GIVE A DAMN
The two conference rooms in the third floor have been transformed to accommodate several massage chairs with masseuses. The two seminar rooms have also been cleaned up, and all the chairs have been settled on one side to make room for several yoga mats, spread out and waiting for people to use them. The instructors are two pretty blondes, tall and lithe like supermodels, and they're in one of those impressive acrobatic poses when you enter.

TUESDAY — HIKE MORE, WORRY LESS
There are several beautiful trails around the hotel for people to hike and explore. Some are marked as longer than others, but there are plenty of guides around with maps to hand you or actually accompany you on the hikes. They’re also happy to suggest which trail is best for you based on your level of experience.

WEDNESDAY — I WAS MERMAID FOR THIS
The pool area on the first floor is bustling with activity today. There are extra towels for everyone, there’s music pumping through the speakers, and there are a few tables set up with snacks. And while pools aren’t just for kids, there are some juice boxes and animal crackers for those who are so inclined.

THURSDAY — INTO THE UNKNOWN (BUT SAFELY)
Nestled in the small hill behind the hotel is a cave that you can rent equipment to explore. The tour guides will assure you that there’s no real way to get lost in the caves; all the paths are marked and will lead you toward the exit. So why not explore? You never know how deep they go or what you’ll find in them.

FRIDAY — A BALANCED DIET IS CHOCOLATE IN BOTH HANDS
The restaurant is holding special demonstrations throughout the day, and after the demonstration there are free samples to help yourselves to. Ever wondered how to make truffles? The dessert chef will be more than happy to take you through the experience.

II. I CAN TOUCH THE COLORS AROUND ME
this beautiful life, i think it'd be nice with you ♫♪

Noticed the hotel's theme yet? One Saturday night it's going to be shoved into your face in full force, because it's time for the summer blót, a feast for the Norse god of war, Odin. There's going to a bonfire and face paint and singing and dancing, and of course, free-flowing booze and lots of good food. You can come in costume too, if you want to bring out the Viking in you!

III. ARE YOU, ARE YOU, COMING TO THE TREE?
stranger things have happened here ♫♪

It's a great morning to go hiking! Or night, if that's your thing. And everything's just peachy... until you try to leave the perimeter of the hotel compound, because then you'll inexplicably find yourself on the trail leading right back to the entrance.

The phenomenon is usually accompanied by the sighting of an old, blackened tree — but once you turn and walk away from it, it disappears. The tree also never seems to be quite in the same place. What gives?

IV. THE HAPPIEST SOUND OF THEM ALL (NETWORK)
ring ring, why don't you give me a call? ♫♪

There is no cell reception in the vicinity of the hotel. At all. No matter what you do or try, nada. And while each of the rooms have vintage telephones, they can only call other rooms, the front desk and the restaurant.

The business center next to the gym on the first floor has several computers for guests to use. They seem like they're connecting to the internet well enough, if not just a little slow, but you will never actually receive emails from anyone from the outside world other than emails designed to look like spam. Hmm, did your emails out actually reach their destination?

Don't worry, though, you're supposed to be on vacation! So why not chat up your new friends instead, or leave them messages at the front desk?

V. I'M COUNTIN' ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR... (BONUS)
this is my longest elevator ride ♫♪

Okay, we're just really here to plug the song, which was composed for our book's soundtrack. ☝️

But yes, you're stuck in the hotel's vintage elevator. Good luck!

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[fenstaff]

And yes, TDM threads can be carried over as game canon unless your character is an accidental or wildcard arrival as their circumstances might be altogether different. You're totally free to try your options and figure out what works, though!

Jane Solo (r!63 AU) | Star Wars EU

[forceshadowed]

I. KIDS' PARTY

[ Nia, as she calls herself while in the premises, is lounging on the steps of the shallow end of the pool, watching over a small group of young children on floaters who are trying to teach each other how to swim. Among them is an energetic four-year-old with red hair and gray eyes, and he's very clearly taken the lead in overseeing the swimming lessons.

It's very very tempting to reach into the Force and stir the water up a little so the kids could have tiny waves to float on. But while they're in a secluded hotel on a planet right smack in the middle of nowhere, there's no assurance that there aren't Force users lurking nearby. Or, even worse, Jedi or Hapan sympathizers. ]

Nice work, Jack. [ She holds her arms out and the boy paddles over, grinning. She grins back, then grabs him in a bear hug once he's in range. ]

II. GROWN UPS' PARTY

[ It's late in the night and Nia's standing a little ways off from the bonfire, nursing a bottle of beer. It had taken some convincing by the few friends she'd made for her to come back out after Jack had fallen asleep, though after grabbing a drink from the makeshift outdoor bar she's not sure what to do, either. It's been so long since she's been to some gathering to just have fun, after all.

For a moment she stares at the fire and allows her thoughts to wander. She'd made herself disappear from the Force completely — a trick she'd learned and basically reverse engineered from Vergere — and cloaked her son in the same manner. Surely they'll never be found here? Surely this way she can keep her boy safe? ]

III. "NETWORK"

[ Scribbled on a neon post-it and tacked to the corkboard by the reception desk: ]

Lost and found personal item. Please call 505 and look for Nia.

[ Anyone who calls will be greeted by a boy asking if they want to hear a joke. How do bees get to school? ]

II

[scaledwolf]

[ She's not the only one that's just a bit off from the bonfire, and it takes a moment to finally talk himself into approaching the brunette. He'd used the fact that her bottle is almost empty and swung by the bar to get two more before he moves to stand next to her.

He's quiet as he offers her the beer, still figuring out what to say or how to break the ice past offering her a refill. ] Are you enjoying the bonfire?

[forceshadowed]

[ She gives a noncommittal shrug, but takes the bottle anyway with a small nod of thanks. She'd sensed his approach, of course, though she hadn't bothered to try to read why he'd picked her out in the crowd to approach. Did she look like a sad wallflower wanting company?

After a long silence that doesn't have him walking away for some reason, she relents and says: ] I was actually looking forward to the ritualistic side of it. How do you appease a god of war?

II

[farcry]

[ he thinks that it must be easy to lose track of time here, completely removed from life as he once knew it. without milestones, goals, without markers of to-dos and cases and work, it must be easy to forget what day it is.

he holds a beer bottle and waves through the nighttime activities until he finds himself drawn to the fire. a girl stands beside him, no older than thirty, he thinks, but it's hard to tell in the orange glow. ]

I heard that every fire tells a story. Is that why you're watching?

[forceshadowed]

Really? Where'd you hear that?

[ That definitely earns Dick a look of interest, and for a moment Jane is reminded of her younger days. Of lighter days, brighter days. The Jedi academy had been in the middle of the jungles of Yavin, after all, and they'd had bonfires and things on plenty occasions. ]

I mean, there could be a story. But it's oftentimes just a matter of perspective. [ Kriff, she's starting to get philosophical again. ]

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[parsec]

[ Hannah doesn't have kids. kids are almost certainly not her style. she's assumed that most people will not want to be near the playful shouting (which she can ignore) and she can keep to herself at this end of the pool. she's at the hotel to lay low, and mostly that means avoiding people.

still, she can't help but occasionally look up from her book with a smile. the kids are having fun. it's kind of cute. ]

He's about ready to run this place. [ so much for keeping quiet. there's something strangely familiar about the other woman, and it's hard to miss the way the kid has taken to leading the group. she can't help herself. Hannah's never been great at shutting up. ]

yesssss haha also just the force or the hotel not wanting them to recognize each other so lmao

[forceshadowed]

[ Jane's still laughing when she turns to the woman lounging nearby with the book. There's... something strangely familiar about her, but Jane can't put a finger to it and she has to fight the anxiety that tries to creep up on her at the thought that there might be someone here, in the middle of nowhere, who might recognize her. ]

He's a little prince, this one. [ Not actually a lie. ] You have kids?

Cleopatra Selene (AU) | The Shards of Heaven

[moontwin]

[ ooc: the great library au because i'm here to live my best life, lmao ♥ scholar on a travel assignment, aka stormcrow. arrived in oslo as planned but there was a commotion and the local garda had her pulled out to be brought to a safe location... but there seemed to have been a mistake? oops? ]


I. FOREST

[ As fun as the party seems to be going, Selene doesn't want to go anywhere near a large fire. There are just too many bad memories associated with it, from the Burners to... more personal matters. So she takes a walk instead, breathing in the cool air and trying to find some measure of peace. Gods, what perfect timing, to be separated from her friends at this time. And not just even separated but cut off, for she's been unable to reach any of them.

She eventually finds a nice, quiet spot, settling on the roots of a large tree. She looks up at the sky and watches the northern lights dance to the beat of the music she could still hear all the way out in the thick of the forest, then she takes out her Codex from the inside pocket of her jacket. She doesn't open it yet, though, just feeling the worn leather casing under her palms. Something familiar. Something like home. ]

II. RESTAURANT

[ It's time for breakfast/lunch/dinner, but instead of eating, Selene's busy writing on her Codex. She thinks she's writing in Greek, but anyone who peers over her shoulder will see the words in whatever language they're most fluent at. ]

𝘐'𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘔𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴, 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘏𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘭 𝘍𝘦𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘓𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘖𝘴𝘭𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯.

𝘐𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺?

[ She chews on the tip of her stylus for a moment before appending: ]

𝘑𝘦𝘴𝘴?

[ She'll snap the leather-bound book shut once she notices you're looking, and glares at you for snooping. ]

III. LIBRARY

[ Guess who's nerding out at all the original books? This gal. Forget Blanks; these are the real deal. So she's definitely going to be cooped up in a corner for hours on end, because what is time when you have all the books you can ever read?

What is she even reading? ]

Lemia Ausa | Lunar

[silverspire]

I. CONGA LINE

[ Dyne had once said something very wise, and Lemia has never forgotten: Trying to eat things you dislike, trying to converse with people you don't know, anything someone does for the first time is an adventure.

So being beckoned to join a strange dance — a Conga line, but she's not from Earth and thus she's uninitiated — is an adventure. ]

M-Me? What do I do?

II. WRONG NUMBER

[ Vane might be a floating city of research and magic, but they don't have telephones, so Lemia's attempts to ring up her friend for a new day's adventure have been going poorly. ]

Oh, sorry! I thought... I'm looking for Dyne?

III. SMALL TALK

[ Vane doesn't have elevators, either. And Lemia's confused why people still use this contraption when teleportation is so much faster. ]

Lovely day, huh? [ She's a little anxious from being inside the metal cage for far longer than she remembers, but she does her best to keep smiling and pretend to be unaffected. ] Did you try something new today?

Jon Snow | Game of Thrones

[scaledwolf]

01. Demonstrations best served Delicious

[ A lot had been hard to accommodate to. He's taking the stairs, not the elevator because he doesn't trust it. The phone in his room has rung occasionally and it's startled him enough that he's quickly picked it up and dropped it back down, not entirely knowing what was going on with it. Even the running water and toilet had been odd, though those he'd taken to well. Especially the warm showers.

But today is another something new. One of the hotel staff is encouraging him over to the restaurant were a few of the other guests have gathered in order to watch the truffle demonstration. He knows how to cook meat at a campfire, but this chocolate is not something he has experience with and he's curious about it. Which may be why he tilts his head to the person next to him, you, and offers a gentle. ] That looks delicious.

02. Party it up

[ He'd found a couple pairs of clothing in his room since arriving. Some black jeans and a gray knit sweater mostly, which he had chosen to wear tonight. Though he can't stop himself from keeping the cloak he arrived with around his shoulders to keep the chill of the night out.

Sure there's a bonfire going that will keep plenty of the people warm, but he's never really been a party person. Which is why he's found an ale from the bar and settled to watch the party goers a little. He's here at least, which is saying a lot for him, though his comfort level doesn't exactly let him slip into the rukus and noise closer to the fire. ]

03. If you go out in the woods today

[ This place with the chill and the snow are very much like home in some ways. Remote and quiet if you disappear into the trees, which is exactly why Jon walks into them with Ghost at his side. He's happy to just lose himself in the trees, not even trying to follow the paths. But then the he's a decent tracker so he doesn't expect to lose himself at all, even if he's off the path.

What he finds odd though, is that he notices after seeing a dark tree and shifting his path some, that he's heading back toward the hotel instead of further out. It doesn't make sense to him because he hadn't been headed back the way he came when he'd turned from the tree. Turning a little, he calls to Ghost and starts to head what he thinks is further away again to leave the hotel at his back. When he finds himself some how turned back to the hotel again, even Ghost gives an annoyed huff.

Though, if you're a little turned around in the woods, call out. He'll help you find your way back. ]

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[64th]

[ she nods. Cashmere's been at the hotel a while now, so some demonstrations they do she's seen before. the truffle demonstration is fun to watch and, as a bonus: tasty. ] They're good, make sure you try one. Trust me, I don't even like sweets very much but I always get one.

[ that small fact about herself just sort of comes out but Cashmere can't really place any particular memories about not liking sweets. anything before being at the hotel is fuzzy at best. for the most part that's just fine. the hotel is nice, every she wants is provided for her. there's no reason to want to leave because she doesn't know where she belongs anyway. ]

And if you love chocolate I'm sure it'll be the best you've ever had.

[scaledwolf]

[ Jon looks over at Cashmere and smiles for her suggestion to try one. It does sound like a tasty suggestion. ] I'll make sure to. How many times have you seen this demonstration?

[ It's telling, that she doesn't like sweets and yet she always makes sure to get one from the samples when she stops in at this demonstration. That alone is enough to sell him on trying them. Though they do look really good too. The hotel has been a little strange to him as a whole, but a good kind of strange. A weirdly relaxing kind of strange.

He's still a little wary of it, but he wants to try and embrace it at the same time. Like coming to this. ]

I didn't have a lot of it where I was from. Mostly lemon cakes.

Cashmere | The Hunger Games

[64th]

1. stuck in the middle elevator with you

[ the elevator is moving along smoothly (though not swiftly) when it suddenly lurches to a halt. Cashmere instinctively reaches out to steady herself against wall. she waits for it to restart - and waits. and waits. ]

Well? Try the buttons. [ she suggests her companion try - Cashmere doesn't want to be responsible if pushing buttons makes it worse, of course. ] Aren't they supposed to have emergency help buttons?

2. exploring the caves

[ Cashmere had set out to explore the cave all by herself, but now that she's at the entrance with equipment in hand... she's not so sure she wants to go alone. even though she's been promised that it's safe, something feels general unwise to disappear into a cave alone.

while she's debating between cancelling the whole thing all together and going forward with what might be a dumb idea, another one of the hotel guests approaches with gear in hand. ]

Are you waiting for someone? [ no reason. just asking. it's not like she's here all alone. ]

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[silverspire]

[ Lemia gives Cashmere a look of alarm... and then confusion. ]

I... what good would touching the buttons...? [ The magic's gone from this thing, how is it supposed to work? Unless... ah, emergency help buttons? But which one? The writing is in Old Norse. ] There's this one with a red—

[ Then the light in the elevator dies down too. Uh oh. ]

margaery tyrell | game of thrones

[versigny]

I. I’M ALWAYS DOWN TO HIDE WITH YOU

[ this particular time slot for spelunking equipment had been the least filled when Margaery signed up (last minute, so she could properly gauge when she could avoid the crowds), with maybe one or two other names scribbled above hers.

and so far, her prudent decision has paid off. there’s nothing but the sound of a drip echoing somewhere, and the gentle slap of her boots against stone as she wanders further into the cave. the light on her helmet keeps everything so illuminated that it’s easy to forget that she’s technically walking further and further into darkness. the only constant reminder is the chill that grows stronger with how damp everything feels, earth untouched by natural light, and for a brief moment, she thinks that this must be why corpses are buried to rest in peace.

something catches her eye as she’s surveying the walls, something that looks effectively tucked away between huge boulders. Margaery contemplates for a moment before she reaches out -

a sudden noise makes her jump in surprise, reach for a gun that’s not there. ]

Fuck, sorry. You scared me.

II. I TURN THE RITZ INTO A POOR HOUSE

[ it’s easy to forget how food is one of the main luxuries of life. a ripe strawberry, a perfectly cut finger sandwich with the right amount of spread and filling, a rich decadent cake - all powerful tools in their own ways, when wielded properly. Margaery’s watched so many contracts and deals being signed in the presence of food that she knows how to utilize them herself. entertain the gluttony, open the door for many other deadly sins.

but making is an entirely different story. being precise enough to poison a man without a trace of evidence is entirely different from the precision required to know when the heavy cream is simmering. Randyll, that dastardly traitor, is somewhere outside, probably at the pool scaring children, but Margaery’s glad he’s not here to see how flustered she is by the complicated nature of truffle-making. ]

III. RUN AWAY WITH ME

[ she thinks best when she’s running.

there’s something about the gradual, numbing pain that begins from her Achilles’ heels to her calves, the quickening pace of her lungs collapsing and expanding, the grim satisfaction of withstanding just one more second of discomfort to keep going at a pace her body infinitely dislikes.

(Randyll had begged off of joining her this morning, and Margaery had easily agreed. if any of the other mafia families have tracked them all the way here and manages to snipe her on her run, they deserve that victory, honestly.)

the trail winds, dips and rises unapologetically, challenging her muscles as much as her heart, and it doesn’t take long before she begins to feel sweat gathering at her hairline despite the chill of an early morning. it doesn’t get much more than that though, as one moment, she’s focusing on keeping to the balls of her feet, perfunctorily admiring the menacing black tree that demands to be seen even if it’s a little out of the way, and in the next -

her stop is abrupt, punctuated by harsh breaths as she stares in confusion at the hotel looming in front of her, fog wrapped around it like it's preserving its modesty.

she’s not used to this terrain, and could have easily taken a trail that ended up winding back around. that has to be it. jetlag and unknown territories - a dangerous combination.

yes.

with a little shake of her head, Margaery turns, rolls her shoulders back, and takes off into another run. ]

I

[moontwin]

[ The culprit is a book.

Why anyone spelunking would carry a book around is anyone's guess... but such is the way of Selene's world, where these sort of books, called Codexes, function in nearly the same manner as smartphones. Texting device, ebook reader and personal journal all in one. ]

Láthos mou. My fault. [ The English translation is quickly appended; Selene's most fluent in Greek, but she speaks Italian and English as well. She picks the book up from the stone floor, makes a vain attempt at wiping it dry, then tucks it back into inside pocket of her jacket. ] Sorry. You okay?

[ She's a wisp of a girl, with dark hair and dark eyes and tanned skin. Egyptian descent — which is probably why she'd stopped to look at the hieroglyphic-like carvings on the wall behind her.

Well, no. Not hieroglyphics. Runes. ]

III

[scaledwolf]

[ Jon's never been a late sleeper, and even with all the strange comforts that the hotel has to offer he's up and outside far too early. Ghost had grumbled at him and burrowed back into bed when Jon had asked his wolfish companion to join him for a morning walk. He's really not surprised though, and had offered to bring Ghost back breakfast when he gets back before he'd left his room.

The closet had oddly had a thick coat hanging next to his cloak in the closet and as much as he'd wanted to choose the cloak, Jon had decided on the more modern coat so he'd blend in with everyone here a little better. He'd seen a few of the guests eye him in his cloak when he'd arrived, after all, and he hadn't wanted to deal with those again. Not so early in the morning when all he wanted was a quiet walk.

He wanders through the trees easily, and for a while he stops paying attention to where he's completely going. Which may be why he ends up walking directly into Margaery's path on accident and realizing it far too late for him to get out of her way. ]

I

[farcry]

[ a hand raises beside him, spread at his side as the other grips his ropes. Dick's brows draw together as his gaze immediately darts to the hand at her hip. ]

's okay. My bad--I snuck up on you. [ there's a questioning tilt to his head as he looks back up at the stranger's face, illuminated by the headlamp strapped to his helmet. there's the wide-eyed startle there, though it seems she's recovered. perhaps he'd gotten too good at being quiet, too comfortable in caves, or hadn't been careful enough when a rock loosened and skidded along the cave walls. ]

You alright? [ he nods towards her hip. ] Lose some equipment?

Dick Grayson | Titans

[farcry]

01// A list.

[ It’s taken him a few hours to figure out that things aren’t what he’s used to here. The stack of papers sitting in the lobby drafting out the itinerary for the week seems standard enough—written in upbeat, resort language, except he doesn’t remember how he got here or really—where this is at all.

His mind is a wide open expanse of possibilities and puzzles. Faint questions surface: Was he working a case? Did he follow a lead here? Where’s the suit and the team? Then possible conclusions: he must have traversed the walls between the multiverses. Perhaps this is a sick joke after he was kidnapped.

Dick picks up the sheet of paper and reads it again. It’s the same one as the sheet he’d received in his room. He lifts a brow in intrigue as someone steps up next to him. ]

You get one of these too?



02// A hike.

[ he tugs the jacket a little tighter around himself. there’s a chill in the shadows of the trees as he weaves his way around the forest forest floor, meandering around rocks on the narrow trail. it’s one of his most base instincts: to gain an understanding of any new surroundings. besides, it was nice to get out of the hotel for some fresh air.

there’s that black tree again, looking slightly out of place. his brows knit together as he turns to look behind him. the hotel peeks from between the thickened bush and he swears that he’s gone farther than that.

a silhouette seems to be approaching him. ]

Hey—! [ he calls, sticking a hand up to wave. maybe it’s a local? most likely another guest at the hotel. he starts to walk towards them. ] Hey—you from that hotel too? There’s something weird going on.


03// A Note.

[ a message left at the message board by the front desk: ]

Need a hand or got one to give? Call 305.
- G

02

[scaledwolf]

[ A walk along the trails had been something he'd wanted to do because he liked the fresh air, but also because he'd arrived by literally walking through some trees back home and arriving here and part of him wonders if maybe that's the way to get himself home. Not that it seems to be working for him.

Ghost however is more than happy to bound around the forest floor on the trail as he moves with Jon through the trees. The direwolf doesn't care that they keep getting turned around and pointed back toward the hotel instead of finding a way out or home. Though at the yell, Ghost stills and looks over at the new arrival, and Jon can't help but wave back to acknowledge that he's heard the man.

Jon's at least dressed a little more modern, his cloak and furs in the closet at the hotel and a winter coat keeping him warm. Not that he seems bothered by the cold. It's been his life for all his years, this cold. ] You keep finding yourself close to the hotel?

[ His tone is a little furstrated as he glances between the black tree and the hotel as the large white wolf comes to rest at Jon's side. ] We haven't been able to get very far before we seem to be pointed back here.

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[moontwin]

[ For the most part, Selene's just fascinated by handwritten notes. She's known nothing but writing in her Codex, after all, so getting to see things written on paper and actually writing things on paper is almost a magical experience.

So she takes one of the bright sticky notes and adds to the original: ]

Why, are you in the business of collecting hands?
- S

01

[chiropteras]

[ It's not the first time Bruce has ever been in one of these kinds of hotels. Rural, rustic, homey. The main problem, however, is him not knowing what the fuck is going on or how he even got here.

He doesn't remember if this was a case. If this was a forced vacation by Alfred.

So, being the detective he is, he stays calm and makes his way downstairs, keeping an eye out for anyone else. The young man he finds at the front desk already piques his interest with that line of questioning.

He gives a nod, ]

Not a fan?

Luke Organa, Prince of Alderaan | Star Wars (r!63 AU)

[heireditary]

1. HELP ME, YOU'RE MY ONLY HOPE

[ Listen, when you have rebellions to actively — but discreetly — participate in, you can't just stay cooped up in some remote resort in some unmarked planet in the Unknown Regions. You keep busy. Which means Luke is almost always in the business center. Reading, researching, sending emails, abusing the browser refresh button when he gets nothing but radio silence.

If you chance upon him, you'll find him frustrated over a Google search that yields no real results and perhaps just cat memes, involving either of the following topics: obi-wan kenobi, death star plans, nearest spaceport, and blaster amazon etsy ebay. ]

2. THESE AREN'T THE DROIDS YOU'RE LOOKING FOR

[ He's standing in front of the mysterious black tree, warily staring up at its old, dead branches. It had taken him a few days to track this one down, and though he's probably not going to have any more luck than his previous attempts, he'll be damned if he doesn't try again, anyway.

He hears footsteps behind him, but he doesn't look away. He knows if he does, the tree will disappear and he'll be back on the path that leads up to the front of the hotel. ]

3. DO OR DO NOT, THERE IS NO TRY

[ Well, somehow he's locked out of his own room. He swipes his keycard again, but he's only getting the door's stubborn automated sound of refusal. And one that's loud enough to be overheard by his neighbors, if they're not watching TV at an obnoxiously high volume, or by anyone coming through the floor from the elevator or the stairs.

This isn't really helping his mood. ]

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[ Hannah had tried googling too, but really two things: Jabba and herself. both turned up a disappointing amount of information and she decided it was futile.

it would be hard to miss the amount of time Luke spends doing whatever it is he thinks he's doing in the business center. he's up to something and almost impressively undeterred by the complete and total lack of progress. ]

That one kind of looks like you. [ she offers the information unhelpfully as she peers over his shoulder at a results page filled with cats. why is she hanging around the business center if she's already determined that it has worthless information? that she doesn't have a good excuse for yet. ]