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𝐻𝒜𝒫𝒫𝒴 𝐻𝐸𝒜𝑅𝒯𝒮 𝒮𝒯𝒜𝐹𝐹 ([personal profile] happyheartsstaff) wrote in [community profile] angryhearts2020-06-11 07:39 pm

it's getting hot in here

SO (PLEASE DON'T) TAKE OFF ALL YOUR CLOTHES

Days are almost meaningless, here in Wonderland. With the eternal twilight outside the windows and many of the hotel's amenities open around the clock, it can be hard to keep track, can't it? But you must sleep, or at least return to your room, some time. It's on one of these times that you may begin to notice a faint sound coming from inside the walls. Or is it the ceiling? The floor? Something that sounds like scratching, or tapping, or the strained whir of machinery. Then it fades away. Whether it's moving on to another room or stopping entirely, it's hard to tell.

After a few nights, or days, of this happening, it suddenly stops. There's a brief period of peace, and perhaps you even get some rest. Then there's a series of thumps, sharp clicks and a loud stuttering sound that signals the hotel's air conditioning unit giving out.

At first it's not so bad. It's dark out, right, how hot can it really be outside? The air itself still seems to be circulating, albeit more slowly, but it's enough that you can breathe. But the heat seems to keep building, and building, the air hanging heavy and thick and leaving a lingering feeling that it's pressing down on you. Even sitting still no longer becomes enough to ease the suffocating heat.

The staff don't know what's happened to the air conditioner, when you ask. "Oh, that finicky thing", they say, as if it's a minor inconvenience. They assure you that the Queen's mechanics will have it fixed in no time — they always do. In the meantime, can they interest you in a refreshing iced tea? Perhaps a dip in the pool?

Is it your imagination, or do a few of the staff seem a little uncertain as they try to brush off your questions? A little less confident than they always have been before? Whatever their demeanor, it seems they still have no answers to give. The astute may notice that after a conversation with one of these staff, they can't seem to be found again.

As if that weren't enough, the scratching in the walls starts up again. With the oppressive heat, the rising tension and frayed nerves, is it any wonder that the staff might seem more apprehensive?

THINGS THAT GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT 06/11 - 06/13



Sleeping is probably hard enough, in a hotel where the activity never seems to cease. At least it's generally quiet in the upper floors, at least Oysters can turn out the lights in their own room and find some peace.

...usually, anyway.

At first it's only the faintest sounds, something only noticeable to those who sleep lightly. The staff, if asked, don't acknowledge hearing anything and seem politely concerned about anything disturbing the rest of their guests. Oysters may be offered ear plugs, or a device to listen to music, or a trip to the spa for relaxation.

Then it grows in both volume and frequency, disturbing even the heaviest of sleepers at night. Some staff still say they haven't heard anything, other staff acknowledge the sounds but brush them off, unconcerned. Every building has its quirks, after all! There does seem to be an increase in staff milling about, however, making it difficult for those who may want to look into things without being seen.



CLICK CLICK... THUMP

06/14 - 06/21



The fourth day of the event begins with a short period of blissful silence, quickly ruined by a loud, persistent clicking sound, audible in all parts of the hotel... And then an even louder THUMP as the air conditioning unit gives out.

At first, it's not terrible — the air is still circulating, and while the heat is uncomfortable it's not unbearable. As time goes on, though, the heat builds and builds, until not even staying in place will provide any relief.

The staff profess ignorance to whatever happened to the air conditioner, if asked — some more convincingly than others. They all offer iced teas for relief, and suggest a dip in the Pool of Tears, though those who seem uncertain when answering any questions will try to leave the conversation faster, and won't be easily found again.

While the iced teas are incredibly effective at helping to beat the heat, they once again seem to offer some strange effects — enough glasses, and Oysters will be overcome either with anger and irritation, or a sense of serene calm. Any little thing could set off an Oyster who's been affected by the anger-inducing tea; an Oyster who drank the calming tea is utterly unflappable. These effects persist for just as long as it takes for the cooling effects to wear off, at which point Oysters are left with a choice — deal with the heat, or take their chances with another tea?

And to top it all off, the scratching noise in the walls has started up again. The few staff remaining at this point are as unhelpful as ever, but they don't have the same infuriating calm to their answers — but who could blame them being a little nervous?





QUEEN'S ADDRESS

06/21



And finally, the tenth day brings relief in the form of a loud shuddering sound, and then the quiet whoosh of a working air conditioner. Over the course of the day, the Hotel gets progressively cooler, until it is once again at the comfortable, cool temperature Oysters had grown used to in their first month here in the Hotel.

It also brings an address from the Queen.

"Oh, my curious Oysters, when you try to play with that which you don't understand, you break things! Not to fear, all has been set to rights now that our dear Dormouse has fixed what some careless guest disrupted. If you wanted to play games, you should have simply said! I have a dear companion for you who is so eager to join in the fun."


The Queen will not respond to any messages sent back to her.





If you have any questions, please direct them to the OOC post here. RNG results for the off limits areas will be going out tomorrow, so if anyone would still like to sign up for those that hasn't yet please do so tonight!




© tessisamess


billowing: (Default)

[personal profile] billowing 2020-06-17 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Until you wake up." How is he supposed to know how long Wei Ying naps for?

"I don't want you depleted of energy."
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[personal profile] scaredofdogs 2020-06-17 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
"But if I sleep away the tea..then it won't matter if I have energy." He'll be back to normal, no powers, weak little Mo Xuanyu body. And his best shot at helping anyone will be gone.
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[personal profile] billowing 2020-06-17 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
He's really not going to let this go.

"Is there another way to get the tea?" he asks.
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[personal profile] scaredofdogs 2020-06-17 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
He'll let it go..he knows he needs sleep. He's just going to feel guilty about it for a little while until he is sure it doesn't go away. But since this is the first time he has gained a power, he is not sure how it works. with the Lust tea..well that luckily didn't last too long.

"I don't think so. But maybe I have a little left? When we get to the room I can look."
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[personal profile] billowing 2020-06-17 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
"If you do, you can save it." And then it won't be bad for him to take a little nap.

He can just. Not tell Wangji about the lust tea because he will have very many conflicted feelings.
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[personal profile] inlovewithmycar 2020-06-17 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ Crowley frowns. It's not as though it matters. He can't exactly hide what he is, but... his sunglasses are his last real barrier of defense. It didn't help that too much light did irritate his eyes.

He's quiet for a minute before shrugging.
]

Dunno. I just like them. And the hotel is more than bright enough. I'll keep them off when we're in private, alright?
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[personal profile] inlovewithmycar 2020-06-17 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
Crowley hasn't often been on a name basis with humans. He just didn't stick around long enough most times for it to be relevant. Especially when there was more pressing information.

Shepard is not the first person outside of his timeline he's bumped into. She's not even the first from some nebulous future time. Or even an alternate universe.

"86 B.C. or 86 A.D.?" Crowley asks, brow raised. "Or some time past 2019? Because we've yet to have that kind of disaster. And I'm not arguing, just saying you don't seem like any dead person I ever met. There's a pretty distinct possibility they put you back together."
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[personal profile] scaredofdogs 2020-06-17 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
The lust tea got him into trouble..he would rather forget the lust tea.

He nods and swings their hands a little as they walk, his smile returning. "At least a little good came out of all this heat." That long braid swings as he walks as he remembers that moment in the pool area.
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[personal profile] sadflutenoises 2020-06-17 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
Unlike Lan Zhan, he has a tiny bit more experience living without relying on his core. But here he feels even weaker; things that were once easy as breathing feel heavy and slow. And though he's able to dodge that quick attack, he's surprised to see Lan Wangji take a solid hit, right upside the head before rolling away.

"Lan Zhan!" he shouts, but doesn't get far before another hand grabs at his shoulder, jerking him back and further from his soulmate. He stumbles back, but manages a solid elbow into the man's solar plexus, stunning him, at the very least. They're outnumbered, but that's never stopped them before.

"Lan Zhan, are you okay?" he tries to dance back a step on light feet, but a fist clips his cheek, and it's obvious they're trying to separate him and Lan Wangji. As soon as the thought occurs to him, he bolts forward, weaving between a pair, desperate to break their ranks enough to get closer. As he reaches toward Lan Zhan, another jerks him by the hair hard enough to whip him backward, and yanks him flat onto his back.

It knocks the wind from him, and as he looks up from the floor, it feels like the walls are warping, shifting and changing like walls definitely shouldn't do. How hard had he hit his head? He tries to get up, but there's already strong arms pinning him to the floor in spite of his thrashing.

"Lan Zhan!" he shouts, "Lan Zhan! Get out if you can!"
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[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2020-06-17 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ If Sam knew more about tea, he'd probably be able to figure out that the one that he had tasted pretty damn similar to that. He does pick up on what not the right kind means, though, if only because both he and Mikumo had ended up with one of those. She'd started picking up his thoughts, and he'd -

Well, he hasn't figured it out yet, but it's something.

And apparently Aziraphale's something is a snake. A snake that he kind of wants to pet, is that weird? Yes, Sam, it's weird, don't pet your friend just because they're currently a snake. ]


Right, that's - snakes like it warm, right? They can't regulate their own temperature or something.

[ And that's the extent of his snake knowledge, coming from a friend who'd had one as a pet and had a heat lamp for it. ]

You, uh. You need a hand getting somewhere where shade's a little more easily accessible?
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[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2020-06-17 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ Doing something, even if this doesn't end up getting them much, feels a whole hell of a lot better than just sitting around, so yeah, he's definitely feeling good about the stretch in his muscles right about now.

He scratches small symbols on each door as they pass it, just in case - look, he remembers when the hotel started shifting itself all over the damn place, all right, he doesn't want to risk them getting lost in here if it happens again. Sam'd told her about that before they decided to do this; how when he got here there was only the buffet and the bar they had access to, except then everyone lost their sense of sight or hearing, rooms started appearing and disappearing and were never in the same place, until things settled down and they suddenly had access to all of them.

Honestly, maybe not the weirdest shit either of them have ever encountered, but you don't go breaking into places with someone without telling them what you know about the place. ]


Hell yeah, I got you.

[ It means getting a little up close and personal, straddling one side of the ladder so they can each grab a side of the door - and pretty much just staying on the ladder by hooking his knee and ankle around it, but hey, never let it be said he skipped leg day. ]

On three.

[ And he pulls, hoping whoever tried this before them damaged it enough that - hell yes, there it goes, and he gives a short grunt of satisfaction as they're able to pry the doors open enough to see the hallway they open onto. ]
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[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2020-06-17 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ See, now that's just going to make him more determined to keep up the effort at being friends - as long as she doesn't tell him to get lost, anyway, he's gonna keep at it.

His gaze focuses on the glowing vial for a moment, but he waits until he's murmured a thank you and ducked inside the room before pulling a very similar vial out of the pocket of his swim trunks.

She's definitely right, about conversations in the hallways. ]


I got one, too. They leave you some kind of cryptic note about being powerless?
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[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2020-06-17 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
Sam laughs at that, the corners of his eyes crinkling in amusement. That - honestly hadn't occurred to him until right now, but it's definitely not something he's going to let himself think too much about.

"I got a friend back home who talks to ants, and I'm pretty sure he's not hiding any infernal tendencies, but it's good to know I'm safe."

He considers the rats for a moment, then turns more towards Crowley, one eyebrow raised. "Any chance you'd teach me how to use it?"
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[personal profile] sadflutenoises 2020-06-17 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[He feigns a gasp at that.]

What? You've been holding out? I could have been asking for this any old day?

[The words slip out before he can stop them, more of his usual teasing, before he remembers that's exactly what got him here in the first place. Thinking he could raise the stakes without any of the consequences.

He barely notices the instructor leaving, at least until Lan Zhan's hands slow enough to ask him another question. Not impatiently asking if he's done, not asking to trade places, or call him shameless for all the things he's said already, but where next?

His throat feels suddenly dry, and he finally raises his head, glancing at Lan Zhan over his shoulder,]


I wouldn't mind my lower back...? I-it's only my waist that tickled before!

[He could add that it's only stiff because he keeps sleeping on Lan Zhan's floor, but he manages to stop his tongue before it completely betrays him.]

But don't you want a turn, Lan Zhan? I'm not a stranger, I don't mind...
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[personal profile] billowing 2020-06-17 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
He looks down bashfully, and murmurs an assent of "mm," which is all he'll say about that. Would he like to go back to that? Maybe. They could revisit later, once Wei Ying has talked to the other Lan Wangji, once Lan Wangji has talked to the other Wei Ying.

But he feels like that might not happen for some time.

Though, as they are currently in the elevator, and without anyone seeing, he reaches over and links their pinky fingers.
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[personal profile] equivocations 2020-06-17 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
I remember the same.

[ He remembers the Guanyin Temple, is what he means, but similarly, he knows he doesn't have to state that outright for his brother to understand. And yet - his composure cracks the tiniest bit, and he abruptly feels like a coward who is too afraid to face a bold stating of the truth. It's only been a few days, and already it's been too easy on him to pretend that nothing has changed, to pretend that he's more than a faint shade of the person that the other Wangji and both Wei Wuxians still think he is.

He looks away, staring at something out in the middle distance without really seeing it. ]


Meng Yao is here.

[ Not Jin Guangyao - or else they would he having a very different conversation - but Meng Yao. ]
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[personal profile] billowing 2020-06-17 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
His wound has opened back up again and is bleeding, which is quite the nuisance. But Wei Ying is yelling for him, checking to see if he's alright. He feels disappointed in himself; he should train more in this body. This useless form, which has not learned the things it has been taught.

"Wei Ying!" he calls out, getting to his feet with relative grace, stamping the hilt of Bichen hard down on someone's shoulder, whipping it around and smashing it as if a bat into the skull of the one who'd pulled Wei Ying to the ground.

He manages to throw one against the wall in his adrenaline rush, his eyes wide as he reaches over for Wei Ying but is pulled back by three, four men who each take a limb and choke him as he kicks out. "Wei Ying!" he cries, voice hoarse in his desperation as the suits seem to close in on him.

As it starts to go black, he smells an acrid, rocky outcrop, blood, angry red sulfurous lava pulsing into a mountainside, a courtyard littered with fresh corpses, and the biting feeling of vertigo staring down a cliff watching a smile fade from view.
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[personal profile] equivocations 2020-06-17 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
I've heard. Let's hope they'll content themselves with one malfunction at a time.

[ Normally, a comment like that might have him wondering - what is the reason of these malfunctions? What greater purpose could they serve for the one behind all of this? He has a half formed thought about stirring up emotions and manipulating minds, but it's hard to feel concerned enough to follow it at the moment.

It's hard to feel concerned about anything, really.

He does smile at hearing the affirmative, though, and his response to that is quick and relaxed. ]


Oh, yes. Once you're used to it, it's enjoyable here. Do you know, I can't remember the last time the sun felt this good?
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[personal profile] equivocations 2020-06-17 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ His eyebrows furrow for a moment, as he tries to think back to what Wei Wuxian must remember as the last time they had really had a conversation, and - ah.

Well. He hasn't changed his mind, around wanting Wei Wuxian to consider how his actions effect those who care about him, but the context for everything is different now, and he's not here for that, anyway.

He gives a nod at the clarification that Lan Xichen is talking about the strange sounds, and then listens thoughtfully. ]


I had an opportunity to observe you and Wangji investigating together, after your return. [ Oh, he did more than observe, there at the end, but laying claim to anything else when they worked so hard to lay the foundation while no one else believed them feels disingenuous. ] I thought I might offer my assistance, in whatever investigation you were doing here.
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[personal profile] billowing 2020-06-17 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
I don't want to open your wound.

[ Why would he be thinking of using his hands at a time like this. Lan Wangji complies instead to keep him from doing such a stupid thing, and moves his hands to Wei Ying's lower back. He knows he should get him a lumbar pillow for the floor, and something to support underneath his knees. It would help him a lot with this pain, more than the massages would.

But still, he works diligently, making his hands into fists and following the curve of his back down from his hips, letting his hands be guided by his musculature.

He gets the sudden thought that this would be much easier if he were straddled on Wei Ying's thighs, but then pushes the thought entirely from his brain.

There's a lot of things that he would do for Wei Ying if only he would ask. Help him, night hunt with him, have a meal with him, welcome him into his bed, fight alongside him, make bows at his ancestral shrine, love him.

He says nothing, but definitely avoids looking Wei Ying in the face.
]
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[personal profile] sadflutenoises 2020-06-17 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Lan Sizhui," he tries to commit the name to memory, hadn't Lan Zhan mentioned him before? Was he really old enough now to have been one of the juniors at Mo manor that night?

"He held to your leg and never let go, hm?" honestly, just knowing that A-Yuan was still alive helped fill some small measure of the hole in his heart. And surely he was spoiled by Lan Wangji growing up, if all the toys they'd brought back from Yiling were any indication.

"Of course, he's a very bright child! I gave him a good foundation of the basics," he assures, at least reasonably certain he can back the claim. But it pleases him to hear Lan Zhan talking about A-Yuan so fondly.

He takes another long sip of his tea, letting it cool him inside and out.
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[personal profile] scaredofdogs 2020-06-17 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
Wei Wuxian is amused by that action, making him feel like a kid doing something naughty in class. Which he is no stranger to. He looks up at Lan Wangji as he sidles closer.

"Are you going to act all shy around me now, Lan Zhan?"
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[personal profile] billowing 2020-06-17 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah, he might have made the mistake of addressing him by his title, which he doesn't know yet. He has a habit of spoiling everyone else for their future, it seems. ]

Brother, I know.

[ He also knows how Xichen feels, and he doesn't have to ask if they are speaking, if they are spending time together, what Xichen is going to do. He knows that Xichen will try to guide him to a different path, one that makes him feel recognized, and worthy, so he can put aside his zero-sum game of trying to make everyone else look the fool.

It helps, that Jin Guangshan and his dick are nowhere to be found.
]

I will not tell the others what becomes of him. Anger will serve no one.

[ Not that he can be expected to be friendly towards Meng Yao, but he supposes that they were never close - he would not call Meng Yao ge, Meng Yao would never call him his di. It would honestly be suspicious more than anything, to do so.

He does not request to know the plan Xichen has doubtless already made. He supposes it will mean a lot less seeing his brother, as he keeps an eye on Meng Yao. He is prepared to help how he can.
]
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for some reason i thought it'd be dark and then i realized hotels keep the lights on

[personal profile] lunchbreaks 2020-06-17 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
Alright, alright.

Hardly could be anyone up at this hour.

Besides whatever's making this racket.

[ He keeps his voice down anyway, because it's late. ]

I think it's coming from this way...
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[personal profile] sadflutenoises 2020-06-17 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
Wei Wuxian can't help narrowing his eyes a bit, his brows coming together. The answers go from vague to precise and follow no sort of clear pattern.

"Have you... hit your head?" he asks carefully, wondering if perhaps their collision had done more damage than he'd thought. He clears his throat before shaking his head.

"I can't say that I've tried to do any of those specifically, no," his grin turns a bit mischievous, "but the night is young."

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