to lose all my senses —

[happyheartsstaff]

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!

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Comments

[inlovewithmycar]

[ Crowley's relief is palpable. Americans. That explains everything. Crowley had spent little more than five consecutive hours in the Americas, back during the early eighteenth century. He'd gotten off the boat, took one look around and realized the humans were doing a perfectly fine job of making a mess of things themselves, and got on the first ship back to England, never to look back. Crowley had helped to build stars and nebulae light years away, but as far as he's concerned, America might as well have been a whole other universe.

Neither did I. U read lips at all?

It would probably be a lot easier than passing an ink-stained napkin back and forth. ]

[sizeofyourbaggage]

[ That relief is echoed in Sam - it's not great for ease of conversation, sure, but in the scheme of things he'll take British and American sign language being surprisingly incompatible over it being the hotel doing something else.

He skims over the note, then looks back up with a nod. ]

Enough to get by, though I might have to ask you to repeat things sometimes.

[inlovewithmycar]

[ Crowley shakes his head. ]

Not a problem. Worst case scenario, we can pass notes.

[ Gesturing to the surrounding halls, he gives an exaggerated frown, as if that could convey the depths of his frustration. ]

Having trouble getting around too?

[sizeofyourbaggage]

[ 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. ]

[inlovewithmycar]

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. ]