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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!]
True - at least he's still Miles "best friend" level ;-; b
"I saw my father."
[[ http://i851.photobucket.com/albums/ab76/nijyuushi/DSCI0483-1.jpg herp derp ]]
HOPEFULLY HE WILL NEVER DROP?? As long as he's there, he's coo'. |D b
--only to cause it to vanish and be replaced by wide eyes of shock at that, his pace slowing abruptly to a stop as, for a second, he takes that literally.
"You saw your--"
...oh.
Wait. Blackout. Black = Hallucinations. Doy. He mentally facepalms at himself for not immediately coming to that conclusion, and instead...his brows furrow with concern, and the look in his eyes is one of sympathy.
"It's...it's just a blackout. There's no one here that can hurt you." Quietly, and with the tone of someone who knows that this has probably already been said like ten times already, but it can't do any harm to say it again, right?
...or so he's saying. What aren't you telling him, Phoenix? About how there's a murderous woman skulking around the halls right at this very minute? The thought makes something in Phoenix's chest clench with anxiety, and he maneuvers his free arm around Edgeworth's shoulders protectively, keeping him as close as he can without tripping over the kid's feet.
[ooc; There are a lot of italics in this post. 8|a
&& I sawww *A* fgjlgh so cool]
HE BETTER NOT DROP I-I'm sorry he's not derp family level 8(
He... hasn't seen Dahlia yet, but he had a feeling she would be around. Phoenix's refusal to leave the room unless absolutely necessary, he reasoned, was proof enough of that.
"I--I'm all right, now... Ken, and Miss Heather helped me... and Kay, too."
DON'T WORRY NEITHER IS MILES the only one on Phoenix's family level atm is Maya...ffff
He DOES smile, though, when he hears that second bit. "I'm glad to hear it." His smile turns a bit sheepish, though, and he would have rubbed the back of his neck had he any free hands. "Uh...s-sorry for, er, not being around. But if they helped you, then...that's good."
..MILES HAS LIKE. 6. (dad, bffl, 3 big bros and a sister) lmao
In fact, Miles.. hasn't been talking to Phoenix too much as of late. Ever since that Gumshoe incident, he's been oddly quiet, asleep by the time Phoenix came back from nursing Heather, awake by the time Phoenix was and gone for most of the day. It was his usual pet-cat sort of attitude, but it was probably more prominent than before.
He's just been having a hard time staying around Phoenix. He was somehow always aware of where Phoenix was, though. He made sure Kristoph and Dahlia weren't anywhere near the man, but he made sure he himself wasn't, either. He just had to hope Mr. Apollo wouldn't speak to Phoenix about what he was planning to do... not that he had any plans -- yet.
And so, he's quiet. As usual. He's not sure what to say to a person he hasn't actually spoken to in a few days.
Well, Phoenix considers his friends = family, so it's really a moot point...FFF.
...and, well, sure, Phoenix probably noticed something along these lines, but he's mostly been chalking it up to Miles's inherant antisociality rather than anything new. It's a bit lonely, but, hey, Miles has gotta do what Miles has gotta do, so Phoenix will gladly tolerate it for the sake of his friend. He can't help but add, though; "Hey, uh...are you alright, Miles?"
...and, no, this time, HE doesn't realize he's slipped into calling Edgeworth by his first name.
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His mother had never really been a support for him back home, after all. Phoenix might remember that soft-spoken, kind woman. When Gregory was still alive, that family was almost picture-perfect, and nobody would have suspected anything. But the actual truth was that Miles' mother never really considered herself anything more than "Gregory's wife." After the man's death....
"I'm fine, Phoenix," Miles repeats, though his answer might not be in response to the man's actual question. "I'm fine."