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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.
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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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It wasn't a big secret that Tulio didn't particularly like this world. Though he'd reluctantly made peace with it, there was no way he'd ever get used to it - these creatures, for one, the idea that paper is money, but one of the most important aspects of the insanity everyone kept wanting to call a world, were the magical fires.

You know the ones that shone with a white light from inside these glass ... containers ... but they never flickered and weren't even particularly warm. And they were everywhere, and they never burned out.

So when they unexpedtedly did - and not just one, but all of them, and left the entire hotel building in darkness, Tulio lost his bearings juuuuust a little.

He stopped what he was doing immediately (and what he was doing was to scour the place for eventual victims they could scam and/or pickpocket) in order to stand perfectly still and try to get used to the darkness. He wouldn't admit it if anyone asked, but he felt a bit scared.

"Miguel? Envy?"

He hissed their names under his breath, trying to relocate them by reaching out - tentatively, like the darkness might grow fangs and bite his hands off.

_{(OOC: ALSO HEY EVERYONE ELSE CAN WE PLEASE STEAL FROM YOU? OR AT LEAST ATTEMPT TO? 8D? -asks nicely-)}

Gosh, with all this commotion, it's a perfect opportunity to go around pickpocketing from the various people milling around in the dark lobby, right?

On one hand, it might take awhile for any kind of order to be found, but on the other-- once the staff's put some candles up (safely on surfaces too high for anyone to knock over and start an even bigger disaster), visibility has not only returned a LITTLE, but it's also still totally dim enough for them to more or less get away with murder. ... Well, okay, not murder. But thieving? Certainly.

After about half an hour or so, the lobby is lit very dimly by little candles and the occasional glimmering fire Pokemon-- enough to see the FAIRLY EPIC blanket fort that's in the process of being constructed despite the sudden change in scenery. Heather is just determined like that.

Speaking of Heather, she's concentrating hard on building the HELL out of that fort-- and getting other people to do it, too! She looks pretty distracted, matter of fact.

And that coat pocket is... uh, mighty tempting, if you know what I mean.

_{maybe there's money in there.}

You know, in all fairness, an opportunity more perfect than this hasn't presented itself for days. And Tulio's feeling a lot more confident when there are candles about and he can see, but also because these are candles and he knows what to expect from them.

So sometime during that half-hour, after he's figured out that heeeey, maybe we can USE the darkness, he's feeling pretty good about himself again. Cause guess what? He's got a plan. He always feels good when he's got a plan.

It's a simple but genius plan - pickpocket LIKE A BOSS and take advantage of the general darkness and commotion.

And hmm, this ... uh, whatever it is they're doing, in all honesty he doesn't really care, but the people doing it seem pretty occupied, and there are quite a lot of them.

There's a girl there with a VERY INVITING POCKET and quickly snatching what he could find in there proved to be easier than he'd thought.

No moneys, but ... KEYS. HMMM.

Retrating from that he joins his two shills and studies these keys. Maaaybe there's a tag with her room number on there?

An easy target INDEED.

You'd think that, with her own shoplifting experience (different from pickpocketing but it was in the same spirit!), she'd be a little more aware of people slipping their hands into her pockets.

But as it happened-- a wall of pillows happened to collapse (no doubt a distraction that Tulio used intentionally) and she let out a frustrated noise, bending down to snatch them up again. She doesn't even notice anything's missing.

ONE PAIR OF KEYS GET.

And would you look at that-- the number 315 is inscribed right on it.

Hot DAMN!

SOME TIME LATER when they've all met back up again, the three of them are heading up the dark stairs to the third floor. If Envy had seen just who they'd stolen this particular key from he might have taken issue, but at the moment he has absolutely no idea that it's someone he knows and is perfectly happy to try robbing them.

The trip up the stairs themselves goes relatively without incident, as Envy finally remembered that he has a flashlight, but the beam starts flickering and dimming shortly before they've gotten all the way up the stairs. Guess who ran out of extra batteries on the way to Goldenrod?

By the time they've gotten into the hall and are searching for the right door, the light flickers out entirely. "Goddamned light!" Envy hisses, shaking it some and smacking the end against his palm. The light comes back from the dead for one last few flickers, illuminating the door in front of them as being "330", and then is gone entirely. Looks like it's time to hunt for the right door in the dark!

Oookay, no light, but that's cool cause Miguel and Tulio have worked their criminal magic in darkness before ...and in truth, while the portable fire had been convenient and useful and all it felt somewhat safer without light, relying on the cover of darkness and not risk being seen - or even worse caught - because of that goddamn light.

"I guess we'll have to feel our way in the dark then", Miguel says with an almost jolly tone in his voice. No, he is not a feeling a little schadenfreude that Envy's magical fire didn't work - he's feeling a lot of schadenfreude.

He reaches up to where the room numbers where before the light went out.
"The numbers are jutting out a little so it shouldn't be all that difficult."

Except HE WAS WRONG. Even if they did jut out a little, the trio still could see absolutely nada, and one awkward situation followed where they all managed to fall into this huge heap of tangled limbs only to forget what number they were at, which cued arguments about where they were and what direction to go aaaand all in all? Things just didn't go as smoothly as planned.

WHY.

Well, the fact that they had practically no light on this floor whatsoever was probably a factor. All the people were in the lobby. Thus, that's where the lights were. Tulio didn't particularly mind ... at first, but after he'd tried the keys in the third door that evening you miiight say his patience was wearing thin.

"Just shut up, both of you!" he snapped for what felt like the four hundred and fifty fourth time at his two companions. REALLY, he couldn't get over what the hell their issues were. Though they weren't actually arguing, it was like they kept picking on each other anyway.

Goddammit shills. He could feel a headache creeping up on him - that wouldn't have been the first time since coming here. _{Goddam world._{Goddam strange everything.}}

But then! The key actually fit, he could turn them, he could open the door and as the two behind him stilled in anticipation and he took his first step into the room, the first thing he felt was relief that they could see again, with the moonlight outside shining in and the buildings on the other end of the road as well.

The second thing he felt was basically hell yes, stealing time.

The door comes open-- and as stated, there's LIGHT from outside. Not a whole lot of moonlight, on account of the blizzard, but refracted by the blurring snow, some of the city's lights are enough to dimly illuminate the room.

It's messy-- stereotypical of a teenager. It's not even like Heather has many possessions in this world, but somehow she manages to spread enough out just enough to make the room look like a disaster area.

Bed unmade, boots lying haphazardly by the radiator, bag slung carelessly over a chair...

Easy pickings!

_{... right?}

Envy is frowning still on account of being snapped at, but it wasn't his fault that Miguel kept arguing back. Okay maybe it was sort of his fault. ~~or you know, mostly his fault for constantly provoking him on purpose~~. But hey, at least he can finally see!

And wow, what a mess to see. He follows Tulio into the room silently and starts looking for anything valuable right away. The bag is probably a good place, right? He opens it up and starts digging through it carefully; he doesn't want to just dump it out and give away that they were there immediately upon Heather's return. And hey, what's that glinting in the light from the window? Some kind of rock? He pulls that out to take a better look. It's warm in his hands, and it actually looks valuable. "Hey, you guys, look at this."

Miguel follows suit, quietly making his way to another end of the room to investigate this pockets of the clothes strewn all over the place.

Although it doesn't take long til he hears Envy. He doesn't bother to walk over to him, but he can still see that something gleaming in Envy's hands. So it is shiny. And it does look valuable. ~~Dammit why did Envy have to find it~~

Quite reluctantly, Miguel gets up to get a closer look at this something, and that's when he sees something else gleaming. In fact, it's two things, beneath that drawer over there. Ignoring Envy for a moment, Miguel creeps a little closer to the shiny objects. Hmmm, what might this be..?

The rock is a beautiful, soft orange color-- and there is indeed a gentle glow filtering out from its center. What a find! Surely they're be able to sell THAT for a nice price.

Miguel will just have to find something on his own-- but hey, he's seen something shiny! Let's see what it is!

There's two of them, and they look yellow! ... Yellow with... something black in the middle-- ... oh holy crap! They're EYES!

... Eyes that belong to a little Totodile who is crouched under the dresser, staring out at them warily. WHAT ARE THESE STRANGE PEOPLE DOING IN THE ROOM, DO NOT WANT!

He looks pretty harmless, at least! Cute even!

Maybe they can sell HIM, too!

"What'd you find?" Envy whispers, and leans over to try and see under the dresser too. He blinks at the sight of the tiny blue baby crocodile thing. It does look pretty harmless, and kind of rare. And you know, somewhere in the back of his mind he's connecting 'baby crocodile sounding thing' with 'shredded hands', but nooo. SURELY NOT.

He's going to go over and check elsewhere in the room anyway. Miguel, friend to all the animals, can deal with the pokemon. Envy is going to try to avoid any potentially angry battle monsters, yes sirree.

"Some kinda Pokémon", Miguel half-mumbles as reply, focused more on the leeeettle blue crocodile...

True true, it doesn't look very harmful, but Miguel is smart enough to not just reach out his hand to an unknown animal - cause you know, it might not be friendly. Also, it's got teeth, and it doesn't matter how friendly something is if its SHARP TEETH are buried in your hand.

But yeah, let's try to get it. If they can't sell it then maybe they can keep it, cause it looks kind of cute.

"Hey there little guy."
And this tentative attempt at coaxing the little Totodile out of hiding is performed at a safe distance, just in case the thing would come lunging out of there.

(time zones are annoying. /excuse)

Tulio cast a glance over his shoulder as they mentioned the creature and his eyes narrowed at the sight of it. Never trust anything. Especially not in this world, and especially especially not when you were in the middle of let's-just-call-it-work.

"Better watch it Miguel. I don't want that thing on our tails."

Cause you know, the last time Miguel befriended an animal, it ended up eating all their supplies and playing stowaway with them in their rowboat.

The Totodile looked uncertain...

But at Miguel's coaxing, he ticked his head to the side.

... They sounded nice! 8) MAYBE THEY HAD FOOD.

The little crocodile wagged his stubby tail and started to edge out from under the dresser tentatively. 8) FOOD?

Envy, meanwhile, won't find too much of note in the rest of the room-- Heather didn't actually have that many personal possessions. What he WOULD notice, however, was that on top of the table by the window, there lay a VERY luxurious, expensive-looking fur scarf! Golly gee!

Envy sees that there fur scarf, and heads right for it. Because hey, even if they can't sell it, he can use it himself because this whole 'being cold' is a horrible, horrible thing. And with the power out, he's definitely starting to feel it getting pretty chilly inside too. Maybe he could even wear it now!

He reaches to start lifting the scarf off the table. Weird, it was sort of heavy...

Miguel is sort of unaware of what's the other two are doing, but he half-mumbles out a "No worries. I know what I'm doing" to Tulio.

And theeeere we go! Hello little bipedal crocodile thing!

"Hey there, are you hungry?" Digging through pockets now.. Geez, he gotta have somethi- yes! Some strange candy he ~~stole~~ found.

"Here, come and get it." Carefully extending the sugary treat to the crocodile.. Let's just hope it won't bite his whole arm off cause shit look at those teeth

Pff, them shills.

With a headshake, Tulio just proceeds to dig through this drawer. Valuables might be stored there, and if not ~~should-be-useless-paper~~ money, perhaps jewellery or other stuff like it that they can sell in shady-looking streets. Or just trick people with it to gain more of it.

Cause that's what they do. It's a thing they've perfected for years now, and it usually does work out pretty well. Even if they end up on wanted posters. Heck, even getting trapped on a ship worked out in the end, even if that time spent in that ship was less than enjoyable.

But, back to the matter at hand - valuables. Look for them. Right.

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Going from bright and well-lit, with perfect view of the area, to thick, unexpected blackness is not a pleasant experience, and that Miguel got to learn just now. Caught in mid-step and also caught off-guard, he nearly stumbler over when all the magical fires throughout the building went out with a low beuuuuuooooowww. He tensed up and stood completely still once he regained his posture, waiting for his eyes to adjust to this sudden darkness.

"What the hell happened?" he said quietly as he heard Tulio speak, fumbling blindly in the direction of the voice. Not long after he found an arm - which he recognized was Tulio's, judging by the tall and lanky figure it was attached to - and he gripped it firmly.

Oh hell, and now that they'd finally gotten back to civilization, the power goes out. Fortunately Envy was more experienced with such things than either of his companions, since this happened sometimes during the winter at Central headquarters. Didn't make it any less frustrating though.

"The power went out," he replied to Miguel's question as he groped around in the dark for someone or something to get his bearings. He managed to find somebody's back, and grabbed onto it before feeling around for their arm. Judging by the clothes, probably Tulio. Of course, he wound up trying to get the same arm ...Miguel? had, and quickly moved to the other.

"I vote we stay here anyway." No more outside in the dark in a snowstorm.

He'd ask what the hell kind of power Envy's talking about, but he's busy thinking frantically about this. Yeah, cause there's no way in hell they'd leave now, that's for sure. Not now when he's experienced what that, uuh, snow is. Snow and cold isn't good for you. Especially when you're from the medieval warm period.

And as he slowly got used to the darkness, he found it wasn't so bad. It's not like he hadn't been out at night before - night without magical fires, mind you, where darkness is a thing to count on. Tulio'd learnt to like darkness, really, because of the cover--

........ wait. Heeeeeey this might just be useful.

Hang on guys while he'll shrug both of your hands off his arms and instead sling said arms around your shoulders to do a huddle-thing and whisper with a conspiratory I-HAVE-A-PLAN air about him.

"Guys, guys - we can use this. It's dark, right? It's natural cover. We just ... steal as much as we want, and as long as we keep a low profile, no one will know."

Speaking faster now, he's grinning at them both in the darkness, even if he's naturally standing a bit closer to Miguel.

"Even if they catch us doing it, they won't know it's us! It's perfect!"

Getting used to the darkness now, Miguel can almost distinguish their faces... at least he can see their shapes. Tulio's tall onr and Envy's palmtree-shaped one.

And then Tulio's arm comes up his shoulder. It always feels good when he does that, cause it always means Tulio has a plan. It would be even better if Envy wasn't with them in this conspiratory circle-thing, but oh well, what do.

"Yess Tulio that is perfect!" An agreeing grin spread on Miguel's face, yes, finally! Back in their true element: a moderately warm place with lots of people to steal from, as opposed to biting cold and this horrible horrible snow thing. Maybe they don't have any money to take in on an inn (yet) but that doesn't stop them from loitering around here and steal everyone's money! Yes!

"It'd be best if we split up for this one.. Or do you have something else bigger in mind?"

Envy leaned closer to listen to whatever plan Tulio would come up with, grinning some himself. Finally, some actual excitement and something to do after all that traveling. And not only was it something to do, it was something easy. And maybe if they got enough out of this, they could actually afford rooms here for themselves!

"The power might be gone all night, we'll have plenty of time for both."

"I think we should split and meet here later."

He's totally excited. Are you excited? He's excited. He's got a plan, that's why he's excited - and it might not show overly, but as soon as he's got a purpose again, that surlyness about him seems to disappear, at least for a while.

"We split whatever we get. And we meet before we go up and check the rooms. There's gotta be stuff in the rooms."

Oh and-

"Just remember to lay low."

-you can't not get that reprimand.

And off they where. They didn't have to mention a specific time when they would reunite.. they would see and notice, and they would be proffessional and they would be subtle.
So then they headed off, each of them in a different direction. For Miguel, that meant strolling closer to the receptionist counter, where upset and frightened people where trying to get some answers. Perfect targets.

_{[ooc: that's all for this one? let's go thread hopping 8D]}

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Cue sax of the yackety variety.

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PERMISSION TO YOINK HEATHER'S KEYS OUT OF HER POCKET GRANTED.

OH IT IS MUCHLY APPRECIATED.

THUMBS UP. Lemme know when you guys get to her room so I can TAG APPROPRIATELY with her 'mons.

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HEADERP WE ARE READY FOR YOUR POKEYMANZ ... OR NOT

no one is EVER ready for Heather's Pokeymanz

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.. aand enter Heather's pokeymanz?

POKEYMANZ ENTER

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I-IT'S OKAY. Sorry I hope you guys don't mind backtagging!

Noooo problem :D

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haha I think we all LIVE for backtagging

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FUCKYEAH TULIO VEGA REFERECE