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snowblindrpg2016-11-17 02:06 pm
devoutish) wrote in snowblindrpg2016-11-17 02:06 pm
[log] the monster bait squad [closed]
Characters: Alfie Solomons, Claire Temple, Emily Kaldwin, Peter, Royce Melborn, Tifa Lockhart
Location building 162
Date: evening of 179 to morning of 181
Summary: LET'S SEE IF ANYONE DIES
Warnings: n/a; will edit if anything comes up
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. All of the eyes have been scribbled out with black pen.
Location building 162
Date: evening of 179 to morning of 181
Summary: LET'S SEE IF ANYONE DIES
Warnings: n/a; will edit if anything comes up
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. All of the eyes have been scribbled out with black pen.
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[There's no chair, so he just lowers himself onto the floor, slowly and carefully.]
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[He shifts, trying to get comfortable on the cold floor.]
I'm mad at Norfinbury for doing this to me, and to you.
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There's a doodle of a girl with a bow holding hands with a bearded man with little round glasses. At the top, it says, "I'm sorry."]
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Have you got any paper and pencils to spare, Emily?
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I thought I had a bad dream, but when I woke up, everyone was acting funny. Miss Tifa wouldn't look at me, and Royce ran away.
Does the town always make you do not nice things?
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It does sometimes, yeah.
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Oh. [Emily figured, but it still doesn't seem to sit well with her, using the town as an excuse-me for such awful behavior. She watches Alfie draw for a few moments, cheek rested on one of her arms.]
I'm sorry I did bad things to you, Mister Alfie. [The picture had been a gateway to admittance. What happened continues to be like a dream to her for now; later, when she has more time to let it sink in, she'll be worse off.] Do you think Royce doesn't like me anymore?
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[There's the sound of pen scritching on paper.]
But - he's very scared right now, and fear makes people say things they don't mean. So he's gonna stay away from you for a few days, because he does not want to say things he doesn't mean to you.
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[He hands her his picture now, handing it over the edge of the laundry basket along with the pens. It's a quick sketch, more simple and hurried than hers. There's a little girl with a bow and a bearded man with little round glasses, and she's sitting on his knee. In his other hand, he holds an open book.]
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I want to go home, Mister Alfie. I don't want to do bad things to people anymore.
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Emily, are you very sure you won't come out?
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Once out, she kneels down by Alfie and attempts to carefully hug his neck.]
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There, look at you. Much better.
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After a moment, she whispers hoarsely:] Your beard tickles.
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I got it trimmed.
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