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snowblindrpg2016-10-13 11:40 pm
lacecase) wrote in snowblindrpg2016-10-13 11:40 pm
[log] THE ROOM SERVICE HERE IS DEPLORABLE [closed]
Characters: America, Bruce, Ginger, The Joker, and The Undertaker (and anyone else at the Hotel)
Location: The Hotel (Building 162)
Date: Days 165-167
Summary: Some cute blondes run into some bad eggs but it's okay because they're gonna work together to find an SD card!
Warnings: Mild creepiness? Joker being himself? Will update as necessary.
[The Description for the hotel is as follows:
A hotel--the Norfinbury Inn. By hotel standards, it's not especially large, but it's the largest building in the downtown area. The lobby is mostly empty and seems a bit old-fashioned in design, with what appear to be wooden floors and fairly plain walls. There are a few cozy areas where people can sit, and a fireplace in the center that, while it has no wood, is in perfect working order. The front desk has nothing of note except for all the keycards to the various rooms of the hotel. It looks like there are a total of twenty rooms. There is no elevator--looks like you'll have to use the stairs the old-fashioned way.
There is a small dining room area, although there are no tables or chairs to be found. The room echoes uncomfortably due to its emptiness. It connects to a small industrial kitchen, although there is no longer any food or appliances to be found. It seems like the ovens and stoves were cut out of their places. The sinks still work, at least. There is also a door that unlocks with a management keycard that can be found in the lobby that leads downstairs.
The basement is very simple. It's colder down here than in the rest of the building, and utilitarian in style. There's a small break room, a laundry room that no longer has any of its machinery but does have large rolling baskets for moving clothes in bulk (that refuse to leave the hotel, unfortunately) and some cleaning carts devoid of cleaning supplies (that are just as stubborn as the clothes baskets). There's a small room with space for what must have once been a furnace--and an actual very old-fashioned incinerator. It's not on, of course, but if a fire were started manually, it would still function. There's nothing inside it.
The first floor of the hotel contains rooms 101 to 110. There are five single rooms and five double rooms. All of the plumbing works, though the water runs cold. The second floor, containing rooms 201 to 210, is identical to the first floor, except for one door that has no key. It's unlocked--going inside reveals an empty room covered in pictures of an eye, drawn in black paint.]
Location: The Hotel (Building 162)
Date: Days 165-167
Summary: Some cute blondes run into some bad eggs but it's okay because they're gonna work together to find an SD card!
Warnings: Mild creepiness? Joker being himself? Will update as necessary.
[The Description for the hotel is as follows:
A hotel--the Norfinbury Inn. By hotel standards, it's not especially large, but it's the largest building in the downtown area. The lobby is mostly empty and seems a bit old-fashioned in design, with what appear to be wooden floors and fairly plain walls. There are a few cozy areas where people can sit, and a fireplace in the center that, while it has no wood, is in perfect working order. The front desk has nothing of note except for all the keycards to the various rooms of the hotel. It looks like there are a total of twenty rooms. There is no elevator--looks like you'll have to use the stairs the old-fashioned way.
There is a small dining room area, although there are no tables or chairs to be found. The room echoes uncomfortably due to its emptiness. It connects to a small industrial kitchen, although there is no longer any food or appliances to be found. It seems like the ovens and stoves were cut out of their places. The sinks still work, at least. There is also a door that unlocks with a management keycard that can be found in the lobby that leads downstairs.
The basement is very simple. It's colder down here than in the rest of the building, and utilitarian in style. There's a small break room, a laundry room that no longer has any of its machinery but does have large rolling baskets for moving clothes in bulk (that refuse to leave the hotel, unfortunately) and some cleaning carts devoid of cleaning supplies (that are just as stubborn as the clothes baskets). There's a small room with space for what must have once been a furnace--and an actual very old-fashioned incinerator. It's not on, of course, but if a fire were started manually, it would still function. There's nothing inside it.
The first floor of the hotel contains rooms 101 to 110. There are five single rooms and five double rooms. All of the plumbing works, though the water runs cold. The second floor, containing rooms 201 to 210, is identical to the first floor, except for one door that has no key. It's unlocked--going inside reveals an empty room covered in pictures of an eye, drawn in black paint.]
DAY 165
DAY 166
DAY 167
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There's lots of space here. We could even have our own rooms if we wanted, I bet. [But it's actually way too cold for that.
He doesn't look it at all, but he's still got an eye and an ear out for any signs of anyone else here. Gotta take care of Ginger.]
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He's out of breath (which isn't entirely faked) from the 'ordeal', as he flops onto the lobby floor and tries to embrace it like a drowning man for shore. His hat tips askew, but he doesn't right it just yet.]
Sanctuary!
[Then he pauses, as if only then considering that he might not be alone and pushes himself half-way off the floor.]
That was a mite close, wasn't it?
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[Because you better believe that despite the fact that anyone coming in through that door could be a dangerous criminal at any moment, she's ready to bring out the welcome wagon.]
I'm glad you made it in from the cold. I don't have much, but let me know if you need anything! My name's Ginger, by the way!
[Don't mind her, she's just busying about after that announcement about the SD cards. Both she and America have been doing their best all day. It's, like, such a huge building.]
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[She takes a hold of America's closest arm and beams, though, never too far behind. Or too put out! Even though it would be soooo much nicer if England was there with them.]
Too bad I really like having a snuggle buddy!
[Not that anyone doesn't in this cold.]
I hope we can find a lot of towels...I could make a warm and fluffy towel coat.
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Yes, me too. [Glad that he made it in, that is, even if he wasn't in true danger of not making it.] It'd be a shame to die that quickly! Might never feel like showing my face here, again... hee hee~
[He watches, or rather listens to her move about as he breathes into his fingers in an effort to warm them up.]
Are you looking for something?
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[Truthfully, she has no idea what the whole thing is about. It's all kind of mush and goblydy-gook in her head. But...it sounds like a scavenger hunt, and that's fun! And it's given her and America something to do all day.]
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[He hadn't at all, and had in fact been keeping an eye out for one. Sadly he'd turned up empty handed so far.]
Collecting supplies and getting my bearings, to be honest. But if you'd like extra help I might be persuaded.
bruce + bruce & joker
bruce + joker
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[Everything will be okay! Yeah!]
What kinda supplies you looking for, sugar?
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You aren't worried about finding it first?
[He also believes that's the first time anyone's used that pet name on him. It makes him cock his head slightly before he gives a broad smile and responds rather exhuberantly.] Anything at all, really! I was advised to take whatever I could, so I've got a bit of a hodge-podge. But--
[Slinging his backpack from off his shoulders, he brings it around in front of himself and unzips it. Then pulls out the sandwich bags he'd picked up at his search of the grocery store.] --I've found these! Remarkable little things, how they seal up.
bruce bruce bruce bruce
Hello! You look like you could use a little bit of company. I mean, like, other company.
[Non-Joker company.]
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Is there something you need?
[HE NEEDS A BIT OF OTHER COMPANY.]
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[That's pretty much a no. And also a rhyme!]
Not particularly. But how about you? You must be so busy--do you need food, or, like whatever?
[She's trying her best here. She promises. And so she sticks out a hand of friendship and hopes that he will accept it!]
My name's Ginger.
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How long have you been here?
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[She can respect that suggestion. In fact, it's why she always asks! Not that she runs into people all too much anymore--that's what makes this so much more exciting!]
Here, like, the hospital? Or here, like, Norfinbury?
[She decides to answer both just to cover all of her bases.]
We just got here earlier today! But I woke up in Norfinbury...umm...
[She hesitates, frowning in what is clearly deep, deep thought. Well, deep deep thought for Ginger.]
One-hundred...twenty days or so? Wowie, that's right around four months isn't it?
Joker (alone)
[Joker is rarely too far from Batman but sometimes the two can be seen separate even if they are constantly aware of one another.
The clown stands nonchalantly against a wall, still wearing his flowery hat and dark sunglasses. When people walk past he grins toothily.]
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And regardless of the things that the Joker has done, both to other people and to her (indirectly), she knows that it's unlikely anyone else is going to be particularly nice to him. Or...talk to him at all. So she stops, and smiles back at him, trying not to look too nervous.]
Hello! Are you feeling well?
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Ma cherie!
Just the lady I wanted to see.
Like my brooch?
[He hooks a thumb towards the glittering bejeweled ornament pinned to the breast of his coat.]
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Oh, yes! It's lovely!
[But why did he want to see her? The possible answers to the question are too dreadful for her to get the courage to ask. At least just yet, but her guard is certainly lowering.]
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Took it off a fella a while back. A mutual friend.
I think he wanted you to have it.
[Wearing the glitzy trophy as proof of Clayton's murder has been fun, certainly. It has been a sly way of letting certain people know he is responsible for the doctor's untimely death.
But it has been weeks now. Maybe even months.
The joke just isn't funny anymore.]
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Four months is a long time. [For here. To be trapped. But call him newly curious.] Were you here when "dreams" had been traded between everyone?
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[That's one way of putting it, anyway.]
But I'm sure we won't have to worry about being here for four more months! That's a lot of time to, like, find a way home!
[Silver linings!]
Oh! Yes, I was here for that. Why--did you need to know something? I don't know if I'm the best person to ask but I'll tell you anything I can!
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Oh...
[She'd manage to go a little while without thinking about Clayton. And his murder. And how it looks like he's never coming back. It was nice not to think about it. Ginger worries her fingers absently.]
Are you sure? I mean, like, you can keep it if you really like it.
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Never wanted the dang thing.
[The sad expression on Ginger's face, that of a woman in mourning, is a bit funny. He can't help but enjoy this reaction.]
It's yours.
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Tell me what happened. Did you share a "dream" with any of the former residents?
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Do you know what may have scared her? Did she say, or did you happen to see what it was?
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[They're all trying to help each other get out, in the end. So it's fine!]
Oh, wow, so cute!
[You'd think she's never seen a zip-seal baggie before.]
You could put all sorts of things in those. And, like, they'd stay totally fresh! Oh my goodness, I never thought about all the possibilities before!
[She never had a reason to think they're remarkable. But now that he's said it, she completely shares his enthusiasm.]
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[It's the best thing she can manage to say. She hesitates before reaching forward to carefully remove the brooch from his chest. He's tied, so it's not that big of a deal, right? She's sure someone would admonish her for this whole conversation, but...well, she's not really thinking about anyone else right now. Just Clayton.
Clayton who's corpse was raided for things that his murderer didn't even like. Ginger pins it to her scarf and smiles, though the smile is much more strained than her normal smile.]
I adore it! I'll be sure to keep good care of this wonderful gift.
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[She sighs, feeling powerless just thinking about it.]
There's a video about her family being taken during the protests. It's just awful.
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I know! Was right pleased when I found them.
[He doesn't offer her one, and places it back safely inside his backpack before he slings it back over one shoulder. The long sleeve of his coat gets wound up in the strap, but he rights it back with one tug from his other hand.]
But back to this SD card... where have you been searching? Perhaps we could cover everything more thoroughly with two pairs of eyes.