"And this one's for Muffin!"

The man standing in the lobby, who's about to kick something, stumbles forward when his foot connects with nothing. He is outfit - a suit, shirt, and fedora - is completely black, save for the red tie and the lack of shoes or socks on his feet. Also noteworthy is the black domino mask he's wearing.

"Oh boy," he murmurs ( Read more... )

When there's a fairy tale princess in your midst, whose favourite holiday just happens to be Christmas, then you know you're in for something interesting. To say the least ( Read more... )

Sarah Jane Smith can be found in the lobby. She's decided that it is much too close to Christmas and the place is sadly lacking in decor ( Read more... )

Enter a short, pudgy, grumpy-looking woman. She looks about ready to kill something, as she's just woken up with a hangover and found herself here -- wherever here is. She drops the bottle that she's holding onto the floor (where it shatters and reveals that it was quite empty before its untimely death). With a glare that could melt diamonds, she ( Read more... )

Geoffrey had gotten the idea into his head that he needed something to do. And that something was Hamlet. So there is a large notice posted in the main lobby, with a slightly twitchy Geoffrey hovering near by.

( AUDITIONS! )

A man walks swaggers into the lobby and looks around, turning to look at the door he just came through with a slightly annoyed look on his face. This place certainly didn't look like Babylon..

"Michael? ... Justin? Does someone want to tell me what the FUCK is going on?!"

Typist: And this would be Brian Kinney from Queer as Folk.

"Does anyone know where a person can get some coffee around here? Or, for that matter, where we are? I'd appreciate it."

Typist: Thought I'd give him a proper introduction of sorts. Henry, the pathetic but oh-so-adorable nerdgeekslavething of One Life to Live. Also, if he looks a little familiar to you? You're only imagining things. Really.

The vicar walks tentatively into a large hotel lobby.
"Riiiiight. So, not in fact anywhere I've ever been before in my life at all. Fantastidddlyastic."
Geraldine turns, looking once again to see a familiar face and finding none.
"Well, if it's me or the entire village that's lost, I'd put my money on every single one of them never finding there way ( Read more... )

Enter Monica. She's in jeans and a sweater and gloves.

That's right. Gloves. She's on a mission. She appears to have been cleaning not moments before and now she pauses, because this is not her kitchen.

"...Okay. This isn't funny. And also? When was the last time someone dusted these tables? My God."

Tony -- Anthony, really -- looked around in confusion. "This is definitely not the Emporium," he muttered, pushing his glasses back into place. "So where on Earth..." He rang the bell on the front desk, "Is anybody here?"

Typist: Anthony Olson, from Dazed and Confused. I'd make a better intro, but it's late >.> Come say hi :D