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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


scaredofdogs: (pic#14042109)

[personal profile] scaredofdogs 2020-06-14 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
He pouts but he slowly lets go. He does have to accept the fact that he is right. He will have to come up with his next set of questions while Lan Wangji situates himself. "Okay okay..you are free to sit!"
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[personal profile] scaredofdogs 2020-06-14 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
He twirls the flute around his fingers with a grin. "I'll show you. Let's find some place quiet." Or as quiet as it can be with a bunch of noises and things banging on the walls. He points towards the stairwell.

"Let's start there."
billowing: (花非花 | the flowers are not flowers)

[personal profile] billowing 2020-06-14 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ He notices Xichen walk in to watch him play, but knows he doesn't approach for wanting to hear the rest of the song. He is playing a melody that was written for Gusu, for its rivers and bridges and canals winding through; the song was about how the rain comes in spring suddenly and leaves.

Playing it, they can be transported back onto a boat, the two of them standing in front, parasols open, watching the vendors on the side packing up their goods.
]

Yes.

[ In fact, he starts to pack up after his last note is played. ]

What do you need, Brother?
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Crowley ⛧ Good Omens

[personal profile] inlovewithmycar 2020-06-14 03:44 am (UTC)(link)

Heating Up [For Shepard]



When the air conditioning breaks, it's not so bad at first. Crowley, by nature of being cold-blooded and a demon rather likes heat in general. Hellfire can be surprisingly refreshing.

This is not, however, his kind of heat. It's moist, and stinks of human sweat, and he doesn't like it.

He stares up at one of the air vents which has been conspicuously silent for the last day or so. It's almost like...

"Right, there is a fifty-fifty chance this is literally Hell. Dagon, if this is your doing - because I know Hastur and Beelzebub don't have two braincells to rub together to pull this off - just know I'm not afraid to do to you what I did to Ligur."

There's no response. Because of course there's not. Honestly if he wasn't going to be spending the majority of the time it takes for the air conditioning to get fixed in the Pool of Tears, he'd ask Aziraphale to just bless the whole thing and see who melts down into nothing.

"Okay then. Glad we've got that sorted out."

He is either unaware or unconcerned of how absolutely insane this might look to any onlooker.


Little Drop of Love [For Wei Wuxian (LA Version)]



Crowley feels weird. It's a familiar sort of weird, the kind that he knows he felt once a very long time ago, but he can't exactly pinpoint when, where, or why.

Well, actually, he can pinpoint the why. Had a sip of some kind of tea that smelled and tasted of Aziraphale because he is entirely predictable and couldn't resist. In retrospect, that was probably a Bad Idea.

Still, the peculiar sensation persists, and seems to be growing stronger, right up until he rounds a corner and bumps into a human.

"Oh for Satan's sake-"

All of a sudden, he can place exactly what he's sensing. Something he hasn't been able to sense in over six thousand years and boy, is this mortal just radiant with it.

"-Love," Crowley blurts, looking aghast, "You're in love."


Cooling Off [Open]



Crowley is one who, by nature, is rather cautious of water. This is reasonable given that were the pool blessed, Crowley would dissolve like a lump of screaming potassium. It made visits to Rome in the last 1500 years a very tense experience.

Fortunately, the pool of tears is quite neutral in terms of holy properties. He has been avoiding that spot where an elderly guest relieved himself earlier, letting the filters and chlorine do their work, but overall, it's a rather pleasant experience. He is presently face down, with his arms, legs, and wings fanned out, resembling an oversized dead bird in astonishingly modest swimming attire. He drifts along serenely, and the only signs of life he gives are occasionally fluffing his feathers so that the cool, cool water seeps in, or raising his head to take a big gulp of air before promptly going face down again.

Should he drift against some poor unfortunate soul, well. He's their problem now.


Having A Good Time [Open]



The thing about humans was that Crowley rarely had to tap into his reservoir of infernal power to get them to do what he wanted. All he had to do was just politely ask a few very pointed questions, plant the seeds of Doubt, and sit back and watch the mortals go.

The employees are hot and miserable and fed up with having to deal with the guests who are also hot and miserable. It's a powder keg, and Crowley is itching to light the match.

"Y'know," he says, sidling up to one disgruntled looking employee, "it looks like health and safety has gone to the dogs. You ought to be getting overtime for this."

The reaction is what he'd expect. The young man frantically looks around before loudly proclaiming how benevolent the Queen is before scurrying off.

It goes much the same for a handful of others. Though when Crowley inquires about the existence of unions to a particularly disheveled cocktail waitress, she goes white as a sheet and demands to know if this is a test before, like the others, fleeing.

Interesting, Crowley thinks, sidling into a bar stool and ordering himself a raspberry mojito. He'd guessed the Queen of Hearts was a despot, but this had given him a little more to go on.
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[personal profile] billowing 2020-06-14 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
He does take a seat again, and it is so refreshing that he thinks he may just lay down as he did when they first arrived here and Wei Ying showed him this pool.
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[personal profile] inquiryguqin 2020-06-14 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
He hesitates to answer at first, and then quietly. "I believe you. That we'll be okay. But..."

The warmth of the kiss lingers like a warm tingle, the warmth that thaws and disentangles the confusion in his heart. That has been nested there for decades.

"I want..." So much want, but he doesn't want to rush or go too fast or panic like the last time where he smacked himself, because he could not truly believe that this is happening.

"I want to be sure and certain that you're all right with all of this and..." Searching for words. "It felt right with you...with liking me. That you feel safe. Because I want to be together with you, no matter what."
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[personal profile] scaredofdogs 2020-06-14 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
He splashes back down into the water and scoots close again. Like a cat chasing a bird, that troublesome expression returns and he's about to give Lan Wangji his wish. He lunges at the other and sends them both tumbling into the water.
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[personal profile] scaredofdogs 2020-06-14 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm sure and you need to stop worrying. Like I said..I want to go slow, but I know that liking you is right. And that is how i feel."
He already knows how Lan Wangji feels. Even if he had shut down that night, he will heard every word. He heard every word outside of the bar a few days later as well. He had a lot to sort through and he has come out with with this conclusion. That the feelings he was most scared about were the ones he had in his own heart.
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[personal profile] billowing 2020-06-14 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. Well, he hadn't been expecting that, but he falls into the water and lets Wei Ying pin him down, looking up with the same expressionless face he usually has.

He blinks up at him, and cocks his head just a little to the side, as if inquiring what that was about.
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[personal profile] inquiryguqin 2020-06-14 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Mn. Okay. I'll stop worrying. I'll go slow too."

At that, feeling more trusting now, he eased up. More relaxed. A lot less tense. He gives himself permission to be selfish after what seems like an eternity of not seeing him, being patient with his pain and his fears, and wraps his arms around him for a hug, finally returning the embrace, and gently pulls Wei Wuxian close to his chest to have him listen to his heartbeat.
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[personal profile] scaredofdogs 2020-06-14 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
No resistance. No scolding. No harsh calling of his name. It's almost too easy. It really is like he is drunk which makes it so hard to resist. He sits on Lan Wangji as he pins him down. But just enough that he can still have his head out of the water. It wouldn't do any good to drown the man in his games.

He brings his face very close, studying the eyes. Everything is the same except the eyes. And yet they are still the eyes that are so familiar, that always look at him with a cold kindness. "You have pretty eyes, Lan Zhan." It's not a question but that game is momentarily forgotten as he gets distracted. Everything about the man is pretty but he likes the eyes that don't look at him with hatred, or judgement.

"Are there any questions you want me to ask you?"
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[personal profile] inquiryguqin 2020-06-14 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
The stairwell? What is Wei Ying up to? "All right."

Dutifully, he follows after him toward the door that leads to the stairwell. The sounds of the thumping and scratching seem to continue, and he can't trace the source due to the heat being distracting.
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[personal profile] inlovewithmycar 2020-06-14 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ Crowley has put his ear up against the wall, his mouth drawn into a thin, displeased frown. It's not mice. Clearly not mice. Or rowdy and randy neighbors. Sounds like machinery. ]

Snooping.

[ He carries on listening but he can't make head nor tail of it. ]

Weird. Reckon it's worth it to go have a look around outside?

[ 'Outside' had come to mean beyond the safety of Aziraphale's room. ]
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[personal profile] scaredofdogs 2020-06-14 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
He settles against him, smiling as he listens to that beat. Lan Wangji's emotions are very easily betrayed by that heart beat even when he looks perfectly calm.

He closes his eyes, "Your heartbeat is fast, Lan Zhan. I must have made you happy." He's happy as well. Finally free of all the bad emotions of the past couple weeks and free to enjoy more happy times.
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[personal profile] scaredofdogs 2020-06-14 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
"We have to do it here so that the staff doesn't see us." He opens the door and scurries into it, making sure no one else is inside that area.

"We need to figure out what is going on and I might have a way to get us some answers."

He waits for the other man to enter the stairwell before shutting the door quietly behind them. Not that he necessarily needs to be quiet since in a few minutes he will be making noise. But it doesn't hurt to be cautious.
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[personal profile] inquiryguqin 2020-06-14 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
He smiles back, accepting all of him, at least learning to. "Because Wei Ying makes me happy. When he's happy, I'm happy. When he's sad, I'm sad too. And I believe you're doing your best. Always."

He holds him in his arms for what seems like a long time, but because it can get hot eventually, he gently lets him go as well, trusting himself he is able too without fear and doubt.

"Do you feel better as I am...?"
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[personal profile] earthborn 2020-06-14 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
Shepard, not seated terribly far away, at first takes this random public expulsion of opinion with the attention it is due; namely, none. It's fine to say these kinds of things in public, because the whole place is becoming a sweatbox and she's not afraid to admit it. Unlike the staff who, in her brief experience, would probably claim this was midwinter on Noveria if their much-vaunted Queen implied it to be so.

But when he continues, regarding the inactivity of the vent-system by name and with significant familiarity, she picks up her head. Okay. That's a weird guy, but... the heat's getting to everybody. And it's not even the tenth weirdest kind of public raving she's ever seen.

"Y'know, it would make sense," She remarks, a little less in the vein of targetless complaining than he, but certainly in the same good feeling of comeraderie in the face of suffering, "This actually being Hell, I mean. Given the whole... you know. Me."

Her life, she means. She hopes she's left the galaxy a better place, in the most important ways, but Shepard has no illusions about where she comes in, values-wise. Somebody has to pay the piper, eventually, if there is any such thing.

"...You're not expecting the vent to talk back, right?"
Edited 2020-06-14 04:25 (UTC)
inquiryguqin: achickenformylove @ dw (168)

[personal profile] inquiryguqin 2020-06-14 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
He is just as curious and cautious, wanting to see what is his ideas, completely open to it. "I agree. All right, let's go in."

Door opens, he follows after him, climbing up the stairs. It's hot and stifling in the stairwell, not to mention dark as there is little light. Each step on the stairs brings an echo as there's no one around and he kept quiet.
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[personal profile] scaredofdogs 2020-06-14 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, Lan Zhan. I feel better. Except for the heat. The heat makes me sad." But it also gives him an excuse to camp out at the pool and there really isn't anything wrong with that in his mind.

When Lan Wangji lets him go, he flops backwards into the water as if he needs that to cool back down after all the contact.
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hot in here

[personal profile] thotsandprayers 2020-06-14 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
Is that making it any better?

[Kiara'll ask while she's seated in the shallows, looking over at that fan. She can't imagine it makes much difference, not with how unpleasant the heat is, at least not compared with the pool or the tea, but hey, you never know.

At any rate, at least it's something besides the tea or hanging out in the water. She doesn't mind lounging around in the one piece suit she's picked out from the boutique, but she'd prefer to do so under different circumstances.]
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[personal profile] scaredofdogs 2020-06-14 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay..let's try it here." He lifts Chenqing to his lips and plays a few notes. He then removes it from his lips and waits. A few seconds later the flute plays a response.

He looks up at Lan Wangji and grins, "Apparently I've learned Inquiry and the hotel does, in fact, have spirits."
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[personal profile] inquiryguqin 2020-06-14 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
Now Lan Wangji looks quite surprised, very surprised. So many questions run through his mind. Curious, but he suspects since no one can learn inquiry in a short matter of time as it takes him years to master.

But then, he remembered a strange tea did show up in his room and he drank it, and he felt a strange power from it.

"You...you played so well." He felt a strange eloquent sweetness when he speaks. "How did you learned it?"
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[personal profile] inquiryguqin 2020-06-14 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
"If the heat makes you sad, then let's get iced tea. You'll feel better." Feeling more relaxed and at ease, he wades in the pool. It's the only cool place in the entire hotel.

It's a simple matter of calling for the servers to bring them a tray of iced tea, which they happily provide to the both of them.

"Was it hot in your room too? Maybe I'll spend the night here. I can't bear my room."
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[personal profile] billowing 2020-06-14 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
Wei Ying is very hands-on today, and usually Lan Wangji would bristle at this much contact, but today he is just calm.

"No." If he wanted Wei Ying to know, he would tell him. However--

"But I wanted the Wei Ying at home to ask me to night hunt with him, every night."

That's more of a request than it is informational. So it doesn't count.
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[personal profile] scaredofdogs 2020-06-14 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
Wei Wuxian gives him a look. That is not a question. Lan Wangji is not good at this game. Wei Wuxian is in a good mood. He has an excuse to spend all day at the pool and he finally is back on good terms with the Lan Wangji of his world. And a good mood means that he is in full on teasing mode, especially when he doesn't get fussed at for doing it. Lan Wangji can fuss at him about the contact after whatever this is wears off of him.

But in a way that also leads him to a new question! "So if I found out there was spirits in the hotel, would you night hunt with me?" He's not the Wei Wuxian of his world but the man already promised he wouldn't just cast him aside. Plus they just made a new promise a few minutes ago with the lantern.

"Ahh but maybe you won't since yours is here now. So you don't need me any more."

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