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𝐻𝒜𝒫𝒫𝒴 𝐻𝐸𝒜𝑅𝒯𝒮 𝒮𝒯𝒜𝐹𝐹 ([personal profile] happyheartsstaff) wrote in [community profile] angryhearts2020-05-11 03:11 pm

to lose all my senses —

THAT IS JUST SO TYPICALLY ME

It's not clear how many days it's been since you arrived in Wonderland. With it stuck in perpetual twilight, it could have been days, perhaps longer — everything starts to blur together, in this artificially joyful place. Maybe you've started to feel like you you're getting used to it, maybe not...

But eventually, something happens to break the monotony. Your ears begin to ring, and ring, and ring and then — stop. The lights become blinding, forcing you to squeeze your eyes shut and try to rub the afterimage of all that light from them — but when you open your eyes, you still can't see.

The staff don't understand when you ask them what's happened to you. "You've always been like this", they insist. They sign at you, or try to hand you papers written in braille — if you insist you've never signed in your life, or that you can't read braille, they laugh at your funny joke. You begin to wonder — have you always been this way? You were so sure... But everyone around you is equally sure of their truth, and their voices are so much louder.

As if that weren't enough, nothing in the hotel can be found in the same place twice. All the shops keep switching places, once you enter one area it's as though everything shifts in the minutes before you leave again. Getting back to your room is a struggle — where are the elevators? Finding food is nearly impossible — the Pig & Pepper was there, but now it's not. The staff are equally useless here — they have no idea what you mean about moving shops. Where would you want to move to when all your needs are accounted for right here?

What is going on?

SEE NO EVIL, HEAR NO EVIL — 5/11



The day starts like any other has in the Hotel — unsure if a new day has started at all. Perpetual twilight and lack of clocks makes it difficult to tell time here in the Hotel, but on this particular day, something breaks up the monotony. It begins slowly — or else it happens all at once. Over the course of the day, all Oysters find themselves losing a sense. Staff don't understand their complaints — you've always been like this, they say, gentle, as though to a person in the middle of a break with reality.

Losing your temper won't help, either. Oysters who shout and yell will find staff remaining frustrating calm and compassionate, insisting that they cannot fix what has always been and murmuring about Mad March before taking their leave. Physical aggression may result in a spike of fear, but staff will quickly make their exit and may avoid that Oyster for a while.

If that wasn't enough, nothing in the Hotel is staying put.



IT'S LIKE A MAZE IN HERE — 5/11



The interior of the Hotel has ceased to remain stationary. Beginning at the same time as the loss of senses, the establishments of the Hotel begin to jump around, never staying in the same place twice. An Oyster may have entered the Pool of Tears from the lobby, but exit it into the middle of the casino. The Pig & Pepper Buffet is never in the same place twice, and always seems to move right when Oysters desperately need a meal.

Even as the old shops move, new establishments seem to be being added, but they aren't easy to find — Oysters will see a new sign across the building from where they are, only to see it's moved again by the time they get there. If you take your eyes off an establishment as you head toward it, it disappears and reappears elsewhere. Making it to the new establishments will take some time and dedication (or perhaps plain stubbornness), but there are rewards in it for any Oyster that can manage the feat!



Back To Rights — 5/15



A few days after the effects of the event begin, they just as suddenly end. Sight, hearing, speech — they all return in a rush, possibly overwhelmingly so, and when one tries to make their way to a shop, it stays exactly where it was when they first saw it, and they exit the exact same place they entered. Staff will react much the same way as they did when they were questioned after the loss of senses — you've always been like this.

You made it through, Oysters. You've completed your first event in the Hotel.





We hope you enjoy this first event, Oysters! If you have any questions, please leave them on the first comment to this page. Happy playing!




© tessisamess


beepbeepboy: (OMG)

sorry for taking so long ><

[personal profile] beepbeepboy 2020-05-31 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
He keeps quiet as he listens to her speak, feeling more than a little like a boy who's just gotten scolded by his teacher. Rationally speaking, he knows panicking won't help, but he's blind and that's the one thing he's always been deathly afraid of, so - yeah. Rational thinking isn't really an option here.

Thankfully, whoever it is that got him to shut his mouth doesn't seem all that upset with him. In fact, she almost sounds nice.

"I'm Richie," he says, his arms dangling awkwardly at his sides. He honestly doesn't know what to do - he's so used to handshakes during introductions that it feels weird to just stand here. "Wait - did you say you can't see? It's not just me?"
thotsandprayers: (is to become a human yourself)

[personal profile] thotsandprayers 2020-05-31 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kiara'll take a moment to think about that one before working on a response. Won't take her too long to type this one out, so she'll be able to show her shortly.]

Now that you mention it I think we should. This would be the ideal time for someone to alter something else. With everything going on, it'd be easy to do that without us noticing.

[And then by the time they would notice, who knows what else could be happening.]
inlovewithmycar: (lmfao)

[personal profile] inlovewithmycar 2020-05-31 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"What, get little place in the country?" he asks, trying to sound rather incredulous about the whole thing, and not as though that were the best idea he'd ever heard in his whole existence. He's not doing a very good job of it, but the attempt is there.

"Doubt it would make a difference - they're pulling people from all over. Other worlds. Parallel dimensions. All sorts of stuff like that."
inlovewithmycar: (verbal keysmash)

[personal profile] inlovewithmycar 2020-05-31 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, taboo."

Crowley says it with the same inflection one might have for anything particularly absurd. He's already about three quarters of the way through his wine.

"Nothing wrong with being a bit taboo. S'how you figure out if the social wotsits are worth keeping around or if they're -"

He gestures vaguely. "-Just there so the top brass can stay the top brass. Y'know?"
scaredofdogs: (sad contemplative)

[personal profile] scaredofdogs 2020-05-31 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mm..Kind of. The top brass definitely don't like me." All the sect leaders want him dead again. And to stay buried this time.

"Apparently I gained followers after I died though so apparently there is a little bit more gray area in my world then when I left it." But he thinks most of those followers are just in it for the money. Nothing wrong with making a dollar so he can't really fault them. He just wishes they stopped making him look like a monster.
lunchbreaks: (it must come to an end)

[personal profile] lunchbreaks 2020-05-31 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes, but I think it would've been easier to hide away. No one would go looking for us there," he says, as if he thinks it's truly in the middle of nowhere.

He has lived the last few years in Soho, after all.

"But yes, what do you say? When we get back?"
sizeofyourbaggage: (what're we gonna do)

[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2020-06-01 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ He has to stare a hell of a lot more closely than would normally be comfortable for anyone, but he gets it, and at this point, he's pretty sure they're past slightly awkward. Sam huffs out a little laugh at that comment. ]

Make me feel like high school again, yeah.

[ Look, he can't help but joke just a bit, even if he does feel the frustration. The slightly wry quirk of his lips fades into a bit of a grimace. ]

I can't even get to my room. You been able to find anything, or just dead ends?

[ Might not be what he's looking for, but hell, he'll take any of the rooms that keep moving around right about now. ]
sizeofyourbaggage: (all right then)

[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2020-06-01 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I really do.

[ And he's speaking both from the perspective of seeing what having an actual support system could do for the people he worked with as well as from personal experience. His life may be more complicated, but as far as he's concerned it's been inarguably better since Steve and Nat showed up on his front door.

He ducks his head a little when he reads that last remark, giving a soft huff that's supposed to be a chuckle but can't help sounding just a bit pleased. ]


Well, if an angel thinks so, who am I to argue?

[ He leans in just enough to briefly bump his shoulder against Aziraphale's before pulling back with a thoughtful hum. ] Is it an insult if I say so are you?
sizeofyourbaggage: (oh come on)

[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2020-06-01 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ Not the whole hotel, then, considering the staff can still hear. The fact that the staff immediately start signing instead of responding verbally sets off a couple of alarm bells - he hadn't said they couldn't hear, why sign at them?

Instead of responding to the staff, he immediately types out something to Mikumo - he might have just met her, but he still trusts her more than the staff at this point. ]


They're asking if something's wrong, why we aren't using sign language. They gotta know more than they're letting on, it's like they already expected us not to be able to hear.

Look, can you just write it down, please? What happened to our hearing?

[ The staff look even more confused than before, but one of them obediently pulls out a small notebook and writes that they don't know. ]
sizeofyourbaggage: (what're you thinking now)

no problem!!

[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2020-06-01 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sam tries to follow along as best as he can reading the guy's lips, but he's by no means an expert, and he can't catch all of that.

He makes a face at himself, then goes back to fiddling with his Empathy. ]


Hang on, let me - [ Voice to text, there we go, and he's just going to hold it up between them so it can catch the other's voice. ]

Same thing happened to me, except I can't hear a damn thing. The staff keep saying nothing's happened.
sizeofyourbaggage: (team cap)

[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2020-06-01 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ It actually takes him a moment to think about that before he responds. It's not like he's a stranger to somewhat violent means of getting information from people, but not like this. Not when it's hard to tell how much involvement any of them have in this. He shakes his head. ]

No. Who knows how much any of them even know about what's going on? At best it's a waste of effort, at worst I'd just be terrorizing some poor customer service worker just trying to do their job.

[ He gives a little wry smile as he shows the next bit, to try to make it clear he's not serious even though he can't use his tone of voice to help. ]

Besides, even if I wanted to it doesn't look like I could get up to the roof to threaten to kick someone off it.
sizeofyourbaggage: (kinda like that)

[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2020-06-01 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ Honestly, the kid makes a good point. Not wanting to feel useless is pretty much the main reason that Sam's still wandering around the hotel trying to engage with people despite not being able to hear anyone - at least it makes him feel like he's doing something. ]

So let's do it. We stick close together, hell, maybe we can even find some kind of pattern.
lunchbreaks: (i know we'll meet again some sunny day)

[personal profile] lunchbreaks 2020-06-01 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
No.

[ He smiles, warmly, something fond and ethereal in his memories, like he's scrolling through a whole thousands' of years worth of them. ]

Suppose I'm an honorary human.

[ He is still kind of sad - after all, all his powers were supposed to be for the assistance of humankind. And usually he didn't use them that way, he'd fill up a bottle of wine or put cherries in a cake he forgot to put cherries in. But sometimes he'd keep a pram from straying into the street, or mend broken bones, or frequent a discreet gentleman's club for the purpose of keeping it under angelic protection.

He supposes, like he had been on the Ark or during the Black Death, when he was prohibited from interfering with God's plan, that he will just have to buck up and deal with it.

It is nice to know he has support.
]

You know, I think... we should have a drink. What do you say?
inlovewithmycar: (very drunk)

[personal profile] inlovewithmycar 2020-06-01 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
Did Aziraphale just suggest they move in together? Just. Get a house in the middle of nowhere and live together like a -

Crowley is sure he read the angel's lips correctly but his brain is not really processing what he says.

"Yes," he says, before he can stop himself. "I mean, if you could stand it. I'm probably not easy to live with. Had my own space for ages, wouldn't know what to do with a - a -"

What would that end up making him and Aziraphale? Housemate sounds so impersonal - it's not what you'd call your best friend of six thousand years that you've fancied since slightly after the existence of linear time.

Their situation seems to have completely escaped Crowley as he scrabbles to figure out just what Aziraphale means, if anything at all.
inlovewithmycar: (Drama queen)

[personal profile] inlovewithmycar 2020-06-01 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, followers are weird," Crowley (who has on several occasions been mistaken for, or simply conflated with his former lord and master, and had to play along for the sake of good PR) agrees wholeheartedly.

"They're always bringing you weird gifts, or chanting who-knows-what, and they want to know you're opinion on everything because they can't be arsed to think for themselves. And don't even get me started with the bloody virgins. Always got them tied to a pole or an alter, like what am I supposed to do with this?! It's stereotyping all over, I tell you. Hell let's a few succubi loose on earth and everyone gets the wrong idea."
lunchbreaks: (my my i could never let you go)

[personal profile] lunchbreaks 2020-06-01 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Well," he says, sensing hesitation in Crowley's voice. "We don't have to. But you are sort of... my..." He frowns.

"You're my best friend, Crowley. And it would be difficult to move away from the city if you were still there. I had quite thought it'd be nice to get you a-- a real garden, and I could only open the shop on certain days, and."

He shakes his head. "It's alright. Just a silly idea I had."
inlovewithmycar: (da fuq)

[personal profile] inlovewithmycar 2020-06-01 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
No, exact same problem.

[ Crowley is careful with his annunciation, moving his lips slowly. It probably helps that he has an almost cartoonishly expressive face. ]

Been trying to find my friend Aziraphale. If he's not in trouble, then he's probably holed up in his room with a book. Walls keep shifting and if he's wandering around, I don't want him falling down a trash chute or getting kidnapped by French revolutionaries again.

[ Look, this place is full of people from different times and places, Crowley isn't discounting any possibilities. ]
inlovewithmycar: (Got the whole world in his hands)

[personal profile] inlovewithmycar 2020-06-01 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Not silly. Just... surprised me is all. I'm on board with it. Just - didn't think you'd be the one to offer."

He gives Aziraphale's hand a squeeze, hoping that can convey how much Crowley does like the idea.

"Maybe we can use this as a trial run? See if we can stand living in close quarters?"
lunchbreaks: (please stay awhile)

[personal profile] lunchbreaks 2020-06-01 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
Aziraphale thinks about it, and nods. "That seems like a good idea." He holds onto Crowley's hand, and looks in his general direction, actually meeting his eyes though he does look past them in his field of vision.

"Crowley, I had thought things would change. After they left us alone. Maybe, I thought, we could... take a trip first. And I suppose we are." Even though, you know, he didn't and wouldn't pick this one in particular.
scaredofdogs: (pic#14042170)

[personal profile] scaredofdogs 2020-06-01 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
Wei Wuxian laughs. Although his aren't really making offerings to him since they all assume he's still dead, the picture Crowley paints of them is pretty accurate.

"I just wish that if they are going to be my followers that when they draw pictures of me, they would at least capture some of my charm and not make me look like some ugly monster." He has some major qualms with their drawing skills. At least put some effort into it! He used to be ranked 4th in handsomeness among cultivators after all!
inlovewithmycar: (definitely not crying)

[personal profile] inlovewithmycar 2020-06-01 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
Crowley swallows a traitorous lump in his throat when Aziraphale says change. Things could change.

Things could absolutely change.

But did Aziraphale mean the kind of change that Crowley had harboured a-not-so-secret desire for? Or just, maybe see each other more often? Not have to pretend they don't know each other?

Could he just ask? Should he just ask?

Maybe, whenever this had passed. It's not something that should be talked about when they're under this much stress, he's sure.

"We could. All sorts of nice places. Anywhere in particular in mind or maybe just hop on a plane and just. Go wherever?"
comburst: (Suneater)

[personal profile] comburst 2020-06-01 01:46 pm (UTC)(link)
To how the rooms are appearing and moving? worth a shot.

[ And it'd be better than constantly wandering around trying to figure it out... ]
comburst: <user name=4835185 site=pixiv.com> (Kratos)

[personal profile] comburst 2020-06-01 01:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Sounds like a plan. I haven't eaten in like a full day.

[ And he's a growing teenage boy and sort of NEEDS it...

Anyway, he'll set off in the first direction that looks useful, i.e. the one he didn't come from. ]
comburst: Artist unknown (Century)

[personal profile] comburst 2020-06-01 01:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Makes you wonder how long it is before the Queen starts demanding our heads.

[ Wasn't that a whole Thing in the story? ]
lunchbreaks: (i know we'll meet again some sunny day)

[personal profile] lunchbreaks 2020-06-01 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
There's something in Crowley's voice that Aziraphale can't place, but he reaches out and tries to still him. "Why don't we just talk about that later, when we get out of here?" he suggests, grinning.

"We'll have plenty of time to decide. But I... quite think we deserve a nice long break, don't we? Perhaps revisit some old haunts of ours. Or... or new ones, make fresh memories." He looks so fond, so soft. He signs all this into Crowley's hand, becoming slightly more fluent as he keeps using his words.

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