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inferiorooc2019-01-21 06:50 pm
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Test Drive Meme 1
| TEST DRIVE MEME Content Warnings: NPC death, strangulation, missing child.  Checking In ( ARRIVAL ) “Some people wake up drowsy. Some people wake up energized. I woke up dead.” The first words you hear are strange and the tone is high-pitched and desperately whiny. It’s the soon to be familiar voice of Hotel Inferior’s front desk staff manager, Ukraine. He’s a considerably large man with bright orange hair ( is he part of the decor ) who is currently standing over you, waving a hand past your face and continuing to do so until you get up off the lobby floor. He gestures towards the elevator and leaves you to it. The doors open on the 13th level to reveal a gated entrance. The metal is thick and the locks are heavy. A woman, Canada, stands on the other side with a device in one hand and a clipboard in the other. She’ll politely request that you stick your arm through up to the elbow for an initial scan; you may notice the inch-long scar at the center of your wrist then. Once finished, Canada will unlock the gate and allow you through, shutting and sealing it shut behind you. The 13th floor is private and access is only granted to staff members, she’ll say kindly as she guides you to your room. The paperwork she hands over is interesting and informative. A new name, position, hotel terms, and personal information only you should know is detailed in full. A key is given last and then she leaves you. Any belongings, uniforms, or medical necessities will be inside the room, as well as your device. Your first work shift begins the following evening, so use your free time until then wisely.  The Land of Regret ( FLOOR ONE ) The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are. This floor, luxurious and at the highest peak of opulence, houses the long-term guests of Hotel Inferior. Each room has a single guest varying in age though favoring those over sixty. Guests here have paid in full and it’s such a large sum that they may stay indefinitely. They require constant care and will tip staff extra for added companionship. The youngest member by far is five year old Lincoln, all guests on this level wear the name of a former president, who lives alone in one of the grand rooms. He's mouthy and enjoys a prank or two, so be careful not to anger the little fella. Staff are not allowed to stay longer than three hour increments on this floor. It’s been two days since new staff members have arrived. Some have adjusted and some have not. At one in the morning, the beginning of staff shifts, an alert is sent to the devices: ( Floor One. Missing Guest. Deceased Guest. ) Other passing staff will tell the new arrivals that rules dictate everyone go to the first floor hallway to await further instruction. There, the facts will be laid out. Roosevelt, a guest of six years, has been found dead in their room of unnatural causes. Lincoln, a guest of five years, is missing. Half of the staff are sent to find the missing child while the other half are sent to the room to investigate the death of the adult; they will switch as needed.  You cannot escape the responsibility of tomorrow. ( THE SEARCH ) It’s dark and chilly, as it is most nights, in Hotel Inferior. The lights are kept low at this hour and staff are asked to keep the noise at a minimum so that they aren’t disturbing the guests. This only makes the search for the missing boy more difficult. As staff spread out to check every nook and cranny, they’ll find themselves paired up with another member of staff for ‘safety’. Getting lost in the Hotel would be embarrassing, wouldn’t it? There’s a hum in the basement, a whine from a faulty refrigerator in the kitchen, and the lights like to flicker if anyone steps too heavily. Staff are sent to search the hotel and will have access to the lobby floor, basement, rooftop, and floor one. Clues that may help are found on each. 1. Lobby: ( 1 tag ) Dirty child-sized jacket and shirt found in the kitchen. 2. Basement: ( 2 tags ) Peanut butter fingerprints on the washer and an empty coffee tin. 3. Rooftop: ( 3 tags ) A pile of keys that open Lincoln’s room on the first floor. 4. Floor One: ( 4 tags ) A broken lint screen in the child’s room. 5. Final Clue: ( 5 and higher ) Grubby Marks. Believe you can and you're halfway there. ( THE INVESTIGATION ) The room, as is any on the first floor, is opulent and highly luxurious. The kind of decor that screams aesthetic over any real comfort or practical use. The body of dear Roosevelt, who is an adult, is splayed out at the center of the room; he’s been moved, straightened, and even his hair has been smoothed out. The blue shade of his lips and mark at his throat suggest strangulation. There are no members of management in the room as staff investigate to find who committed the crime. Staff are allowed to assist in the investigation as part of their duties. All areas of the room can be moved, touched, and examined. There is a standard kit available. No police or outside people are brought in per the Hotel rules. 1. Near the body: An orange hair. 2. Under the pillow: Elevator master key. 3. In the desk drawer: A letter to U from the guest. 4. On the mirror: A lipstick kiss at the corner. 5. On the window ledge: An orange flower. OOC Locations | Housing | Full Navigation Please select your own character’s new name (a country) for test drive purposes; an official name will be given during application acceptances. Players are allowed to disregard the search and investigate prompts at their discretion. Create your own arrival prompts, room or other location prompts, or address the network. All characters are given instruction to search and investigate, though only one is required of them. Normal duties are suspended until Lincoln is found and Roosevelt’s murder is solved. For the sake of the mods and new player’s sanity, the search and investigation will be less complex than it will be in future thriller-mystery events. The first prompt has five clues with a corresponding number of tags. Characters can ICly access those clues when the thread has reached the number noted or higher. Some threads may double back to get to certain clues depending on where characters choose to go. If a player solves either the search or investigate prompts using the correct number of tags, please comment to the space below. There is an IC reward for both. Players may only claim one and each prompt may be claimed once! Even after a prompt is solved and claimed, others may continue to play it out. At the end instead of finding Lincoln alone they’ll find him there with staff members and after the investigation they’ll be thanked for their assistance in solving the murder. All threads may be kept as canon. |
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He looks over at Seth as they're taken to their rooms. When he speaks, it is short, and to the point. "Are you able to do electrical repairs?" No prizes for guessing why he's asking.
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He cleared his throat. "Uh, I'm more of a car guy but I can take a look." Because who in their right mind would pass up working on THE TERMINATOR?!
If this was only a hologram, Seth was going to be pissed.
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He hands over some wire cutters, wire strippers, and some gloves. It won't get everything done, but it's a start. He points to that rather jagged, gaping hole in his chest. "My primary power cell has been damaged and needs repairs." Otherwise, he'll shut down sooner rather than later.
He's putting an awful lot of trust into someone he just met, but if Seth seems like he's going to try to destroy him, well, the robot knows just how much pain a human body can live through.
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Wait. There were ...repair rooms. Clinics. For humans but why was The friggin Terminator brought here if he couldn't be fixed? Seth followed along and placed a careful hand on the big guy's shoulder blade.
"You know there's a clinic in here, right? In the hotel. Automated systems that patch people up. I mean, I could get your mechanics together but you'll still look like half a robot. This thing can create synthetic skin. I came here all fucked up and look at me," he uttered with hands out to each side.
Hopefully The Terminator would take the bait and Seth could keep out of choking distance if the wrong wires touch inside. A sane person would probably try to run away but IT WAS THE TERMINATOR! Seth didn't make the best decisions when amazed by something.
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"And do you trust such a place to accurately repair a machine?" Admittedly, it would be nice not be walking around with half a face, since that seemed to unnerve some people for whatever weird reasons they thought of. At the same time, he didn't quite trust a strange place he'd been taken to after death to have his best intentions at heart.