Cue sax of the yackety variety.

[foolishwren]

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"




<sub>[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!]</sub>

Comments

[miniworth]

"....You're just as likely to get stepped on as I am." Well, at least he's regaining his calm just a bit-- he slides down to sit next to Ken, still shaking slightly but almost recovered from the initial shock of the power outage.

[usedrage.livejournal.com]

"But I'm good at sneaking around." He did do it every night for a very long time, after all.

[miniworth]

Miles still does not approve of this idea-- but oh! He just remembers something.

"Hold on--"

He rummages inside his jacket pocket for a small paper bag, pulling out a candle.

"I was going to give this to someone for Christmas.. guess I'll have to buy another one," is all he mutters as he places the candle on the floor, making sure it's not anywhere people can run into, and instructing Pip to use his (still-weak) Ember. Soon enough, there's a small warm light sitting between them.

[usedrage.livejournal.com]

"I'll pay for part of this one, then." Ken was grateful for the light... And Miles might now see that Ken is indeed very frightened, though he tries to hide it.

He had never been more grateful to see that any water around had not turned to blood, and nothing was glowing green. He relaxed, just a tiny bit. He would never think the Dark Hour would go away again.

[miniworth]

"No, no-- it's fine." And he does notice, so he reaches over to Ken and tugs on his sleeve, holding out his hand. Maybe this way, they won't feel so.. alone.

[usedrage.livejournal.com]

He offered another smile. "It's always like this in Tartarus. Except everything's all green..." He wasn't really talking to Miles. Just. Talking.

[miniworth]

"...Well, I'm sure this isn't Tartarus, now." And he just.. silently grabs Ken's hand and squeezes it.

[usedrage.livejournal.com]

"Nah, it's not."

And from nowhere, Hermes appears with a big bottle of water. Because kleptomania is useful, sometimes!

[miniworth]

And Hermes is followed by Pess, who has dragged a blanket from Miles' room all the way down the stairs! She bounds up to the two trainers and, pushing the candle away with her tail, throws said blanket over them, grinning proudly.

[usedrage.livejournal.com]

... This deserves a treat! Ken digs into his pocket for a second...

"Is it okay if I give her a treat...?"

[miniworth]

How many does he have, Miles, wonders.

"I don't mind," he replies, reaching over to pat Pess' head as Pip scrambles over to her.

[usedrage.livejournal.com]

Way more than he probably should. His Pokemon are the one thing he splurges on.

He hands over the treat with a head scratch at Pess.

[miniworth]

Miles: determined not to spoil his Pokémon.

Pess gives a delighted bark at that, cheerful Growlithe that she always is, and she crawls on top of the blanket with Pip to settle between Ken and Miles, plopping the treat down so she can share it with her pup.

".....I think she likes it."

--And well. Miles can't help it. He smiles.

[usedrage.livejournal.com]

Ken knows they need a carefully balanced diet. But that doesn't mean that they shouldn't get treats.

Kirby is starting to get jealous... Not because of the treat. Because she wants to be part of the attention. So she is just going to nudge her way onto Ken's lap to get in on this.

[miniworth]

Oh, Miles gives treats. Just... he doesn't keep them in his pocket.

As he watches the Growlithe roll around in their happy, Miles leans forward and rests his chin in his palm. He's silent for a minute or so, before he speaks up:

".....My father died during a power outage."

[usedrage.livejournal.com]

Ken has them everywhere

That causes Ken to pause and get a good look at him.

"Nobody's going to die, now."

[miniworth]

In all his pockets?

Miles nods, silently. He sure hoped Ken was right. He really did-- but he was aware that Dahlia Hawthorne was in Goldenrod, and in this darkness, how could anybody tell if she wasn't here, right now?

[usedrage.livejournal.com]

His free hand goes to his waist. WORRY, MILES, WORRY "I promise."

[miniworth]

Ken is proof that Johto doesn't have metal detectors.

"...I know."

And he keeps staring ahead into the dark room.

[usedrage.livejournal.com]

can you imagine going through one with a magnimite?

"... I wish I had my Evoker..."

[miniworth]

That's what Pokéballs are for

Miles hears that. His first reaction is to let Ken muse, since it seemed like he was speaking to himself, but Miles wanted some sort of conversation right now-- anything that would keep him distracted from the dark.

"..Your Evoker..?"

[usedrage.livejournal.com]

... but it's still metal.

"It's how I summon my Persona--Nemesis." ... The Pokemon named after which is snoring on his bed, actually.

[miniworth]

....I wonder what kind of metal Pokéballs are made out of.

Persona-- Miles is curious.

"How does it work?"

[usedrage.livejournal.com]

No I mean. Magnimite is still there. And Metal. Just in a Pokeball...

"... You have to be scared to summon. Scared enough that your mind goes blank.

"You can't have rushing thoughts..." Ken knew that well enough. Last he didn't have his evoker, Ken got table'd and almost died...

"... So... ah--" Oh shit, not mention dying. "... Nevermind."

[miniworth]

You never know with them turning into red electromagnetic light waves...

Miles is a bit confused when Ken stops, but he.. doesn't mean to pry, and he just shrugs, shifting so that he back lean his back against Ken's shoulder.

"...That sounds rough." If only you knew, Miles.