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route_10652010-12-19 06:47 pm
foolishwren) wrote in route_10652010-12-19 06:47 pm
Entry tags:
- artemis fowl ii | artemis fowl,
- cocona bartel | ar tonelico 2,
- dahlia hawthorne | ace attorney,
- envy | fullmetal alchemist,
- hayate ayasaki | combat butler,
- heather mason | silent hill,
- kaito kuroba | detective conan,
- kay faraday | ace attorney,
- ken amada | persona 3,
- machi tobaye | ace attorney,
- miguel | road to el dorado,
- miles edgeworth | ace attorney,
- phoenix wright | ace attorney,
- rika furude | higurashi,
- roxas | kingdom hearts,
- ryner lute | legendary heroes,
- shelly de killer | ace attorney,
- teddie | persona 4,
- tulio | road to el dorado
Cue sax of the yackety variety.
Who: Anyone in the Goldenrod Hotel
Where: The Goldenrod City Hotel
When: Starting at 5:00 PM on December 19th and ending at 4:00 AM on December 20th.
Summary: POWER OUTAGE IN THE GOLDENROD CITY HOTEL. See here for details!
Rating: Probably PG to PG-13.
Log:
A pair of deep, enormous red eyes sat in front of the receptionist and stared, intensely.
The receptionist pursed her lips and frowned, staring back through a pair of horn-rimmed glasses.
Claudy's enormously fluffy feet were reflected neatly on the glossy countertop, as were the wickedly-sharp talons that stuck out of them.
Those were the main things keeping the unfortunate receptionist on duty from shooing the owl Pokemon, although the beak wasn't much of an incentive, either.
"Um... young lady," she said hesitantly, trying to lean around the large bird, her chair creaking. "The lobby is intended to be a space for EVERYBODY..."
"And it still IS a space for everybody," Heather said, unloading a shoulderful of soft, folded blankets onto one of the lobby's sofas and dusting her hands off. Several other blankets had already been partially tied up over the back of the couch and stretched out to attach at the corners to rows of chairs that were painstakingly arranged in aesthetically-pleasing, tunnel-wall-like patterns. There were also the beginnings of several pillow-built barricades, and even some large cardboard boxes standing by on reserve, should the pillows run out before construction was complete. "It's just a COOLER space for everybody."
The receptionist's frown grew and she sighed, rubbing her temples and trying to ignore the Noctowl's unblinking stare. She was fairly certain that it had been placed there SOLELY to distract her from stopping the construction of 'New Lobby'-- and it was doing a fairly good job.
Why did the difficult visitors ALWAYS come downstairs while SHE was on desk duty?
Meanwhile, the wind howled outside, piling snow against the glass doors to the outside and plastering against the windows-- not that there was much to see out there, besides flying snow. It blotted out even the rest of the city's lights, which normally lit up the plaza outside like daylight even after dusk.
"Miss, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to take all that down," she said for the fifth time in the past half-hour, and as usual, she was completely ignored as the scruffy blond girl tied a few more blankets up (with some difficulty due to her bandaged hands).
Biting her lip, she started to stand up.
Maybe if she just went over and started... taking all the blankets down herself--
And then suddenly, there was a low mooooooan of electricity deciding spontaneously that life wasn't worth it anymore and turning itself off.
The lights went out.
Silence reigned in the lobby.
.... for about five seconds.
"Oh my goodness..."
"WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED--"
"/OLD WOMAN OWL SCREAM"
[Feel free to make your own threads! They can be down in the lobby, they can be up in the rooms, they can be anywhere! Is your character in the bathroom plucking their eyebrows when the lights go out? WE WANNA HEAR ABOUT IT, SO GO FOR IT. Are they falling down the stairs? POST THAT SHIT.]
[Threadhopping/jacking is totally encouraged, so TAG AROUND TO YOUR HEART'S CONTENT, MY DUDES. If your own thread isn't getting replies right away, go ahead and jump in somewhere else! Look out for other characters in the same areas as yours-- lobby, hallways, staircases, etc! Have fun!]
Where: The Goldenrod City Hotel
When: Starting at 5:00 PM on December 19th and ending at 4:00 AM on December 20th.
Summary: POWER OUTAGE IN THE GOLDENROD CITY HOTEL. See here for details!
Rating: Probably PG to PG-13.
Log:
A pair of deep, enormous red eyes sat in front of the receptionist and stared, intensely.
The receptionist pursed her lips and frowned, staring back through a pair of horn-rimmed glasses.
Claudy's enormously fluffy feet were reflected neatly on the glossy countertop, as were the wickedly-sharp talons that stuck out of them.
Those were the main things keeping the unfortunate receptionist on duty from shooing the owl Pokemon, although the beak wasn't much of an incentive, either.
"Um... young lady," she said hesitantly, trying to lean around the large bird, her chair creaking. "The lobby is intended to be a space for EVERYBODY..."
"And it still IS a space for everybody," Heather said, unloading a shoulderful of soft, folded blankets onto one of the lobby's sofas and dusting her hands off. Several other blankets had already been partially tied up over the back of the couch and stretched out to attach at the corners to rows of chairs that were painstakingly arranged in aesthetically-pleasing, tunnel-wall-like patterns. There were also the beginnings of several pillow-built barricades, and even some large cardboard boxes standing by on reserve, should the pillows run out before construction was complete. "It's just a COOLER space for everybody."
The receptionist's frown grew and she sighed, rubbing her temples and trying to ignore the Noctowl's unblinking stare. She was fairly certain that it had been placed there SOLELY to distract her from stopping the construction of 'New Lobby'-- and it was doing a fairly good job.
Why did the difficult visitors ALWAYS come downstairs while SHE was on desk duty?
Meanwhile, the wind howled outside, piling snow against the glass doors to the outside and plastering against the windows-- not that there was much to see out there, besides flying snow. It blotted out even the rest of the city's lights, which normally lit up the plaza outside like daylight even after dusk.
"Miss, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to take all that down," she said for the fifth time in the past half-hour, and as usual, she was completely ignored as the scruffy blond girl tied a few more blankets up (with some difficulty due to her bandaged hands).
Biting her lip, she started to stand up.
Maybe if she just went over and started... taking all the blankets down herself--
And then suddenly, there was a low mooooooan of electricity deciding spontaneously that life wasn't worth it anymore and turning itself off.
The lights went out.
Silence reigned in the lobby.
.... for about five seconds.
"Oh my goodness..."
"WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED--"
"/OLD WOMAN OWL SCREAM"
[Feel free to make your own threads! They can be down in the lobby, they can be up in the rooms, they can be anywhere! Is your character in the bathroom plucking their eyebrows when the lights go out? WE WANNA HEAR ABOUT IT, SO GO FOR IT. Are they falling down the stairs? POST THAT SHIT.]
[Threadhopping/jacking is totally encouraged, so TAG AROUND TO YOUR HEART'S CONTENT, MY DUDES. If your own thread isn't getting replies right away, go ahead and jump in somewhere else! Look out for other characters in the same areas as yours-- lobby, hallways, staircases, etc! Have fun!]
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Still, it's fairly hard to see-- probably especially for somebody in a bearsuit.
But hey, that big blanket/pillow fort that is continually growing (ALMOST LIKE A FUNGUS) in the sitting area looks pretty cozy and inviting, right?
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So, please excuse him when a little bear body goes 'thump' right against one of the walls of the pillow fort.
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The pillow wall starts to teeter.
There's a distressed yelp from within, and a pair of hands pops out to steady the wall-- and they're shortly followed by a dimly-defined, ruffled-looking head.
"HEY! Watch it! I've spent like an hour on this!"
D8< HEATHER USED RAGE!
.... Er. Who was she yelling at, even?
She squints into the dark in search of the CULPRIT.
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And, if Heather squints hard enough, she might see the shadowy figure of a bear. A rather familiar bear, actually--and for a moment Teddie stares right back. Before his lensy-eyes widen.
"Um. Sorry--" he stares some more. It's that girl who said she'd take his lunch money.
... But he didn't have any with him.
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And then suddenly her GRR turns to GAH!
That costume reminds her just a little too much of a certain mascot.
It takes a second or two of blinking in mild horror before she realizes--
"... Oh god. You're that BEAR guy."
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"Teddie! I'm Teddie!" he says almost immediately, because who really wants to be called BEAR GUY. He waddles closer to Heather, by just a couple of steps, still squinting into the dark. "And you're Lunch-Money girl!"
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Buuut yeah.
Heather makes a sort of disturbed grimace and leeeaaaans back.
"I-- ... yeah, that's my name. Where did YOU come from?"
Outer space, maybe?
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"I just got here from Violet a couple of days ago," Teddie explains, completely missing the point.
Outer-space might not be too far off.
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She had to defend her fort from creepy old forty-year-old dudes who wore bear costumes!
"... From... Violet? Oh."
.... BEARMAN WAS STAYING IN THE SAME HOTEL AS HER AAAAAAAH.
... A-at least he sounded harmless?
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And this is when Teddie gets EVEN CLOSER to the fort, looking curiously at its walls. Having never been near any kind of fine architecture like it, he, naturally, had absolutely no clue what it was.
"Hey, um, what is this, anyway?"
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"That. Is my hideout."
...
"No weird costumes allowed."
Heatherrr. Stop being meaaan.
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"W--weird costume!!" Cue the indignant cries. Protest! Protest! "I-it looks really warm in there!"
Another inch closer. Another sad cry. "That's... bearist!"
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"That's not even a real word."
IT'S A DUMB ONE.
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WHY
WHY.
"Uh. It's a secret."
That was possibly the lamest response Heather had ever given to such a question, and she cringes internally at it.
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Heather may notice the eye of the bear suit through the cracks of the pillowy-wall. And she may notice that, throughout their entire conversation...
It does. not. blink.
"Cause it's really cold out here, and it looks really warm in there."
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Heather makes a very visible 'eeeeugh' face and leans back, away from the glassy, unblinking eye. Bad memories bad memories bad memories get out Robbie nobody loves you.
"Uh. ... What's the password?"
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"Um..."
Obviously, he had no answer for that question. So it's after a bit more thoughtful silence that he lets his hand drop. And, well, he looks quite... crestfallen. Heather. Heather, look at this sad face. The face that would make many cry... The poor, poor bear.
"I dunno any passwords..." A sniff.
And then a sneeze.
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Actually yeah, she's just freaked out by mascot costumes.
But the sneeze does catch her attention. Ugh, it must be a friggin' germfest in there if he wears that ALL THE TIME...
"You got a cold or something?
i'm sorry this is slow ;;
Another sneeze. Truthfully, he was in denial--if Rise found out he was sick, she'd kill him. Or worse... make him take medicine.
"... I'm a healthy bear!"
SOB it's okay I'm backtagging forever because I fail at tags too ;-;
Poor Teddie. As though his chances of getting into the fort needed to be decreased any more than they already were.
♥♥♥ ;a;
After a small while of peeking in he retracts from peeking in, looking a bit crestfallen. If Heather didn't think creepy mascot characters could get their feelings hurt... well, they can. And this one sounds hurt.
Another silence. And then a quiet: "You think I'm creepy?"
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He's just seriously not gonna have any luck in that costume.
"Yeah. You wander around in a mascot outfit. How would you expect NOT to be creepy?"
THERE IS NO SYMPATHY IN HER VOICE. Heather is kind of shallow like this-- but to be fair, your perception of adorable mascot costumes would change after you wandered through a themepark full of rotting, stinking, blood-covered costumes lying everywhere, with bodies still inside them, too.