snowblindrpg | [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.

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It's not a thought. It's a feeling in my gut. Easy to rationalize past but hard to ignore.

I have to believe we'll get home. I don't know what I'd do if I gave up on that.

I haven't given up. But it does seem very, very far away.

I know. But those dreams we had... Some of the old residents are trying to help us, aren't they?

I know, Tifa. I told you, it's not something my head needs convincing of.

I'm sorry. I just wish I could make things better.

You can accept that you cannot, and then do what you can from there.

Edited 2016-11-29 05:26 (UTC)

[Tifa nods, considering this for a minute.]

Do you need anything? Are you hungry?

["Do what you can" means "fuss", right?]

Mm.

[He shakes his head.]

I ate already. Did you?

A little.

[She hasn't had much of an appetite.]

I'm okay. You don't have to worry about me.

[He looks at her, and gives her an unimpressed raise of his eyebrows. You're probably familiar with this look by now, Tifa.]

[She sighs.]

I'm mostly okay. As okay as I can be.

[There! Happy, Alfie?]

[BETTER.]

Yeah - we're in the same boat, you and me. Some days are better than others, eh?

Maybe we'll figure out a way to make it better.

[Hope springs eternal.]

Have you got any ideas?

Um... Not yet. I'll let you know if I think of anything.

You're not doing well even outside of all this, are you.

[Tifa doesn't respond immediately, staring down at her lap.]

It's just... A lot has happened since I got here, you know?

You still think about Cloud.

[That's definitely not a question.]

[She hesitates again, then nods.]

I don't know if I'll ever see him again. I don't even know if he was the Cloud I grew up with.

[He frowns.]

What do you mean by that?

I mean... There have been different versions of the same people here, right? He said he didn't remember anything about me disappearing, and he was two years ahead of me. That doesn't make sense.

You don't think it was a trick of the town?

I guess it might be. I don't know. I don't know what to think about anything anymore.

Mm.

[He's silent for a moment, then adds:]

There are duplicates in some of the morgues. It's a thought.

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