EVENT {OPEN} PT4

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WAKEUP :: ROOMS

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ROOM 201

[blonde_neophyte]

[Elena wakes with a mumbled growl and a really bad case of bed hair, pulling the covers over her face rather than face the day.]

[Burying her head into the pillow.] Ow, ow, head hurt, stupid hangover-

[She suddenly bolts upright.]

Wait...where am I?

Re: ROOM 201

[pteroda]

[Yuuki peeks out from the bathroom after a second, before slipping out and over to Elena's bed with a brush in one hand, idly going to brush her hair and detangle it and speak to Elena.] Oh, you're awake!

Are you okay? [she has no clue where they are so she won't even pretend to know nor will be bother with the obvious "I have no idea" answer.]

ROOM 201

[blonde_neophyte]

[Staring blankly. The voice is familiar but the face is not.]

I'm...fine. I think.

[Elena takes a look at her surroundings. Nope, not Nuadoria, or Gaia, or a creepy void.

This bears investigation. But not yet. Shower first. And coffee. Or maybe a beer.

She climbs out of bed and makes a half-assed attempt to smooth her hair.]

Hi there...um...

...

Is the shower free?

THE 1ST FLOOR HALL :: 7AM to 7PM

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1ST FLOOR HALL :: 8AM

[redskyrising]

[He doesn't recognise the hotel room. He doesn't recognise the hallway either, and has absolutely no recollection of having come this way at all. It reeks of a kidnapping attempt, or one of Reno's less amusing jokes, but so far no one's tried to stop him from leaving. Or disarm him. Or even try to pull fingernails out in an effort to make impolite conversation.]

[But his PHS is gone, and the phone in the room proves useless, and the decor in this hotel really isn't to his taste.]

[The first floor corridor really should lead to the lobby, and to places where he can obtain more information, but right now it just seems to be content to go in circles. It's all really starting to get a tad annoying.]

I haven't read this at all tonight, I just hope it makes sense... :(

[pseudism]

[ He's had some time to explore since he left his room, for what little difference it's made - an hour or so of looking down samey corridors, exploring the empty lobby, staring down an endless stretch of doors and none of it's made an particular difference, nothing's changed, he's none-the-wiser about why he's there or where 'there' is. An occasional hotel walker ambles by and Giovanni ignores them, and they look through his guns like they're nothing and smile politely and he thinks, maybe they really did die, in some fashion; being here is like being half-complete, able to catch the awareness of others, but not to elicit the right responses, the right comprehension, and maybe it's from being the vestiges of some other plane, detached from their reality, or. Maybe they aren't really there at all. Just images of something

Makes plenty of sense to me!

[redskyrising]

[The gunshot precedes the other, echoing down the hallway and making him tense and brush fingers over the gun slung at his hip. But he refrains from drawing it, content to stake out the best location for a strategic withdrawal (insofar as there is one, in this Shiva-forsaken corridor).]

[The echoes of the gunshot give way to the sound of footsteps, which give way to their owner, and he smiles thinly. The aura of suppressed - momentarily suppressed - violence is unmistakable, even without the giveaway gunfire earlier, and he thinks, for a moment, that maybe Kadaj had been reincarnated. Or had a makeover.]

[...Amusing thought, anyway.]

[He suppresses the first response that comes to mind, the instinct to ask just what place the other is referring to. He inclines his head instead, eyes flicking to the holstered guns.]

Engaging in a little target practice?

THE 2ND FLOOR HALL :: 7AM to 7PM (Rooms 100 - 120)

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2ND FLOOR HALL :: 8:35AM

[favillic]

[ Shun wakes up, which in itself is rather unsettling, because he's pretty sure the last thing he did wasn't 'go to bed.' In fact, the last thing he remembers doing was 'running from men with guns who were determined to kill him.' Bolting upright in bed, he glances around -- terrible confused -- only after a long moment daring to take off the gasmask that obscures his face and the sniper rifle off his back.

... where is this?

A quick glance out the window reveals that it sure isn't NNY -- then where is this? Some sort of dreamworld? Hesitantly hiding his mask and gun and weapons up in the ceiling tiles, he straightens his clothes to look like your average quiet civilian, before peeking out into the hallway. Definitely a hotel. A quiet, normal hotel.

It's a few more moments of hesitation before he ventures out, glancing around, perplexed, as he makes his way down the hallway. Because seriously. He's rather disturbed that he's stuck in a hotel he sure doesn't recognize and can't place. What's going on? ]

2ND FLOOR HALL :: 8:35AM

[cannibar]

[ It took more effort than not for Itachi to rise himself from the bed. His hand went to his forehead, a low groan, and the headache was throbbing painfully in his brain. Eyes open, and what he expected to be darkness was anything but. Once he rose himself from the bed, he gazed around the hotel room - unfamiliar to his surroundings instantly set in wariness in his features.

Movements were slow and he tilted his head, taking in the environment with a tense exterior.

The pulsing in his head had provoked a swaying feature in his frame as he made his way to the door, unknown to him of the other that was idly making their way around the hotel itself in the same confusion as himself (However, Itachi’s was simply placed in the back of his head, overwritten by the pain that sunk further into his brain.)

And when his fingers clasped around the doorknob and he jerked the door open with hasty thoughtless movements. ]

[favillic]

[ under normal circumstances, it would have been that difficult for shun to dodge an incoming attack. he had, after all, received a decent amount of training in physical combat and self-defense. he should have been able to watch out for himself.

but he was just so confused, so perplexed by this strange situation and location and set of circumstances he was suddenly thrown into -- he just couldn't react in time when the door right in front of him was suddenly thrown open.

the wooden surface hit him square in the face, and shun couldn't help the muffled yelp that escaped his lips when he staggered back a pace, hand pressed to his nose where he could feel a trickle of blood slide down his lip. ( -- i got hit by a door. how stupid of me. i should have been more aware.) ]

-- I'm sorry, I should have been watching where I was going. [ his voice was muffled, but his words still automatically came out as polite and mild-mannered as he'd trained himself to be in front of others. straightening up, he gingerly rubbed his sore nose. ] -- are

THE 3RD FLOOR HALL :: 7AM TO 7PM (ROOMS 200 - 220)

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[cannibar]

[ It was, very much so, unfortunate for others to feel displacement within a unfamiliar environment -- but still, Itachi’s own experience was easily adaptable. That is why when he had left his former affair with the newly-acquainted Shimizu and left the proximity where the stench of a dead body lingered, feeling the (immensely) familiar chakra had been a disturbance.

With a expression of caution, Itachi had let his languid steps lead him to follow the trace of the source, fingers coiling around the handle of weaponry up his sleeve; but with each step, familiarly of the being was soon enough recognized.

Fingers releasing his weapon as he saw Kisame, and within a blink of an eye -- without any indication of his existence within the same reality as Kisame -- Itachi was beside and behind his partner; head lowered, words smooth and apathetic. ] It has been a while, Kisame.

THE 4TH FLOOR HALL :: 7AM TO 7PM (Rooms 300-320)

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9:05 AM.

[todefydestiny]

[His fingers gloss over his forehead as he suddenly feels a little ill. He drops his hand down to the front of the dress that he is wearing, wondering if it is too tight or something of that kind. Eike wonders about if this is a good idea and if he even will be able to find the killer in such a get-up, but if such a thing is possible then--!

The dizziness increases as he feels his legs give out from under him. He presses a hand over his eye, like the heel of it pushed almost painfully against would help ease what it is that he is feeling. It does very little before he falls forward -- temporarily unconscious.]

9:05 AM.

[pteroda]

[Has made her way up here in search of Zero's room, after her meeting with Shun and Itachi in the main lobby.

The girl blinks at seeing someone passed out on the ground and she runs over, coming to kneel down next to them, gently touching Eike's shoulder and shaking it.]

H-Hey! Miss, wake up, are you okay-?

[todefydestiny]

[(Miss? What has that fool done now?)

His eyes opened, staring at the floor first, before pushing himself back to look at what he was wearing. (Ah, this plan.) A sneer curled on his face that did not seem to belong. He turned to look to the young girl who had "helped" him, before turning to stare down at his hands. Admiring the youthful appearance before clenching his fist. (That damnable creature. But it seems like that Void has broken me free of my curse.)]

I'm no 'miss.' This is merely the follies of a child that has me dressed as such, but those mistakes are finally over.