C&C HOLIDAY JAMJAR ICE HOTEL HELL: AFTER-AFTER-AFTER-AFTER-PARTY

[bluffing_ruffle]

WHO: That 'tag yourselves in' thing? Yeah. Let's do that again.
WHERE: The Gorsewick Hotel YOUR BRAND-NEW PRISON. :D
WHEN: Late evening of December 19th through 6PM December 22nd
WARNINGS: Time will tell, so for now, let's just cover our basics until more specific ones can be made: cursing, violence, drama, couples, etc.
SUMMARY: Everyone who

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DAY ONE

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[The comments below this heading cover all floors for the first day (evening).]

Dec 19 / Ground Floor

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[OPEN] 10PM / Lobby

[pacifisted]

He'd already claimed the longest of the couches on the ground floor for himself, well aware of the fact that there wouldn't be enough sleeping space to hold everyone comfortably. Too many people present--after he'd been catty in Alastair's ear, he'd slipped up to the other floors before the dinner to check the place out

[hellcommander]

Around 11 pm, the text message that Hiruma sent to Trowa will FINALLY get through. Garbled, but intelligible.

G$% room,,,, c8327ome rm 103

[pacifisted]

Just as he's about to drift off, Trowa's comm goes off; he grumbles, rubs one eye, and pulls the phone out from his pocket to give it a bleary stare.

Spam? Had someone hacked the Network or something?

He's about to just stuff it under one of the sofa cushions to mute any other text alerts when his brain belatedly kicks in and discovers a pattern.

room -- rm

...Ohhhh.

Trowa slowly sits up, a little loath to leave his sofa now that he's gotten used to it, and stretches before standing. Hm. Maybe one night on a proper bed wouldn't hurt. Besides, he'd nearly gotten a bullet in his shoulder on the way to breaking into Sully's office. He'd earned it, right?

Damn right.

He trudges upstairs.

Dec 19 / Second Floor

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around 10pm

[hackeralastair]

[if anyone's looking for Alastair, he's in the doorway of room 105 chatting in Italian with the occupants. One of them is cute and he can use his power to easily make pals with all of them - naturally, with the ulterior motive of talking them into crash space for him, Kiryu, and Bakura]

[hackeralastair]

"Hey." Alastair was still standing in the door, but he had just gotten permission for him and his entourage to stay with the Italians. They liked him, apparently. "Dude, I got us a room to crash in - sort of. We'll have to sleep on the floor but these guys are okay with us staying here."

Dec 19 / Third Floor

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[insourarmor]

The first order of business, as far as Fakir was concerned, was finding a place to sleep until whatever absurd freak occurrence this was passed. Or just somewhere to keep away from the various weirdos at the party. Thankfully, he'd been able to obtain a key from the front desk. He had been in a hurry, really, and hadn't even glanced at the room number until he'd grabbed Mytho and headed for the stairs.

Room 204 wasn't nearly as spacious as he would have liked, but he could console himself by believing that this would make it less desirable to others.

He locked the door behind them anyway.

[easyopentabs]

Rue did not want to do this. Indeed, if it were her choice, she would sleep in the hallway before coming to the place she'd seen Fakir head in earlier. But she'd searched the hotel top to bottom, and had still not managed to find any sign of Duck, and no sign of a room that was not taken. So here she was, hoping to find her friend with the two people she most did not want to see, a part of her almost wishing she wasn't here, even if it was the last place she could think to look.

Hesitantly, she reached up and knocked on the door, loud enough to wake them both if they were sleeping.

Dec 19 / Fourth Floor

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302, 11 pm

[precog_princess]

Haruka has had a nagging notion to try and find a room on a higher floor than most others looking for a room. In the mean time she knocks on the door of room 302, then using the key given to her to enter. Looks like the managers were right, it wasn't taken. For a few minutes she sits on the bed, holding her knees to her chest. Haruka didn't want to be here, she wanted to go back to her comfy bed at Hell Towers. Not a hotel bed that hundreds others had slept on (she assumes.) Being in a room by herself isn't her first choice, but she doesn't want to intrude on Himuro, either.

She sighs under her breath, not really having much to do at this hour, and peers out the window. The amount of snow was alarming. Maybe it'd be best to step out into the hallway a few minutes and see if there was anyone else she knew on her floor.

[precog_princess]

Haruka had to stop herself from falling, able to use her reflexes a little to keep from doing so. She smiled just a little at Bakura before eying his comm. "It's okay. Um. Is yours not working, either?" Because all Haruka had been getting for the past few hours was static.