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I. I WALKED UNDER A BUS, I GOT HIT BY A TRAIN
and it felt so good i want to do it again โซโช
II. HARD TO TELL IF YOU WERE EVER HERE
i disappear, disappear โซโช
OOC NOTES, ETC.
and it felt so good i want to do it again โซโช
On the morning of May 22nd, Saturday, the hotel bus mysteriously appears outside the hotel's front door. Even if you were loitering in the lobby or somehow managed to go outside, you wouldn't have seen it roll in. It's suddenly just... there.
It's empty, though. No driver, no passengers. No gas, even. It's also old and not airconditioned, but that should be fine since it's a way out, right? You'll take what you can get.
Only it doesn't work that way. Once there are eight creatures inside or the clock strikes eight (in the morning), the doors shut and the bus just starts to move out. To where, who knows? And, hey, where did that driver come from?
Those left behind are free to give chase, but once they reach That Tree... well, you know what happens.
The hotel staff will also deny the bus' sighting. What bus are you talking about? They'll even corral you inside, perhaps a tad bit aggressively, since your safety is their responsibility. There might be killers on the loose and more people might turn up missing!
II. HARD TO TELL IF YOU WERE EVER HERE
i disappear, disappear โซโช
By noon, Zed Martin and Alex DiStefano get calls from the front desk. The staff on duty is profusely apologetic, saying that she'd made a mistake, and begs them not to report her to the manager or she'll get fired. They're then requested to move to their new rooms: 408 and 801, respectively.
The staff on duty, however, talks like they both just checked in. She'll ignore anything being said about having been in the hotel for a while, and will eventually end up just repeating herself no matter the flow of the conversation. If they resist moving out, they'll receive the same phone call at the same time every day, for the rest of the week.
Anyone who investigates Natasha Romanoff and Dick Grayson's rooms will find them spotless. Like they've never been there.
In the afternoon, a man in sunglasses and a fedora hat arrives. He's introduced as Hoárr, a detective from Oslo, and the staff on duty requests the guests to be nice to him. Hoárr is cryptic as hell, however; he doesn't speak unless it's someone from the hotel who addresses him, and unless he's interrogating people. Which he's quick to do, inviting the following to Odin's altar out back one by one: John Marston, Alexandra Trese, Anna Morasca, Bucky Barnes and Poe Dameron.
He'll also call on the 7F guests. Why? Because Jacen Solo and Cleopatra Selene are missing, though unlike Nat and Dick's case, all signs of occupancy are there: the items they've obtained, the pets they've collected...
Sakura Kinomoto will also turn up missing, if anyone looks for her.
Then everyone will wake up and find the bus out front. Nobody even remembers falling asleep, especially if sleep's not your thing. One thing's for certain, though: it's Saturday again.
OOC NOTES, ETC.
- If you haven't figured it out by now, the number 8 is unlucky in Norse mythology! Time will also loop for eight days. You're welcome.
- NPC interactions this time around will alas have to be OOC. Come this way to talk to Hoárr!
- Feel free to start new threads in this log. Or just continue under your toplevel in the first one. Whatever is easiest for you, really.
- For now there won't be a separate OOC post. We've just made an OOC plotting section below.
- Questions?
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I think you're a lot more well versed in happenings like this than I am. How would something like that happen?
no subject
Usually something needs to change the object itself to allow it to do that. Mirrors, example, being altered by some sort of circumstance around them. Though, it just reflects everything around it... so a mirror in your home won't be the same as a mirror here. I think?
no subject
What kind of alteration? Some kind of magic?