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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.
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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"....Everyone's the same, Ken, I think." He pulls his hands out of under that blanket, staring at them.

"I know that my father isn't here, and neither are Mr. Yogi or Mr. von Karma... but I still saw them. It's probably the same for everyone.."

He sighs. "Probably." He looks across the lobby. "I hope Mitsuru-san's safe."

"--Have you tried calling her?"

Miles promptly sits up and looks around for his own Gear. He had to text Phoenix-- to make sure he was all right.

He glances at his gear. "She's probably buy helping somebody out... I saw her right before the power went out, too..."

"...Do you want to go look for her?"

He sends a quick text to Phoenix, and makes a move to get to his feet.

"....I should go help out in there, too. I-I'm a med assistant, I need to make sure no one or their Pokémon are hurt!"

"I don't think that'd be a good idea, right now. Everyone's panicking..." He shakes his head. "I'll call her when it dies down. I can help if you want..."

"If we don't stop the panic now, someone is seriously going to get hurt..." But even he knows that there isn't much he could do, so he settles back down, sighing.

"If we try to stop it, we'll probably seriously get hurt." Ken sighs.

"I guess it's best we stay where we are, then." Another sigh, and Miles tilts his head as he remembers what he saw before the lights went out.

"What was Miss Heather up to, anyway?"

"I dunno. I didn't see anything down here... Kirby threw me down the stairs when the power went out."

"What were you doing on the staircase?"

"Trying to get downstairs. Elevators are dangerous during storms."

"....Oh."

Yeah, Miles wasn't really aware of that. He's been avoiding elevators since Christmas, and he'd never really thought about them before that,either.

"I'm glad you weren't inside it..."

"Me, too. Who knows when the power will come back on...."

...And at that, Edgeworth just. Holds onto the hem of Ken's jacket and sits there silently.

Oh, crap. "S-sorry, I didn't mean--! It'll probably be back soon!"

"I-it's all right, Ken." He hadn't meant to make Ken feel bad.. he grins awkwardly, shrugging.

"I'm just.. still a bit bothered by the fact that it's almost Christmas.."

"Why's that?" Christmas is not a big deal to this child at all.

"...Ah."

Derp, well, where was the point in hiding anything from Ken, now, anyway?

"My father. He died on December 28th."

.....why are you smiling Miles.

Ken scoots closer to Miles, just to try to be comforting. "... I'm sorry."

And the small act is appreciated, as Miles shrugs and continues to smile at Ken.

"....It's all right."

Ken can't figure out what to say next. He knows there's no words to make it any better.

"....."

It's okay, Ken, he understands. You know he does.

He grabs Ken's hand, then, squeezing it with a grin.

"Don't worry -- I'll be fine."

"I know you will." Ken smiles. He has no doubt about it whatsoever.

"...By the way, I had some instant coffee on me when I was coming down here. If we can get our hands on some water, do you want to drink some? It's getting kind of cold.."

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