There are 36 individual rooms on the floor we're staying on, so I'm not too surprised. That's not even factoring in this place's ability to warp the dimensions of space... making things larger than they appear to be on the outside, that is.
[ he glances down the hall, thinking... ]
...As efficient as it would be to split up, it probably wouldn't be a good idea to head out alone. [ turns to face rupert ] Were you planning on exploring?
Then let's try and cover some ground together. Keep your guard up.
[ as he starts to lead the way and place his hand on the knob to door 7, hope realizes this must be kind of weird for rupert—here he is as an adult taking responsibility, when rupert probably remembers him as the small 14-year-old he was back at the school.
Well, it's only been a few months for you since we last saw each other at the school, but for me, it's been more than a decade. It must be strange seeing someone who was younger than you now a grown adul—
[ ...he is not able to finish his sentence, though, because as soon as they're in the room, they're greeted by puppets of them and the other 34 guests hanging from the walls. ]
[he nearly responds before, yeah. puppets! he pauses for a long moment as he looks around, long enough to realize exactly who these are modeled after.]
Yeeeah, this is automatically the worst. Maybe we should just...
[turn back and leave. but he cuts himself off, because when he tries to do just that, it looks like the door is conveniently locked. unfortunate.]
[ well, at the very least, no one is dead yet, so none of the puppets are cut down or bloody! they are definitely still staring at the two of them with their big, creepy eyes, though. despite this, hope stands his ground, stepping in front of rupert in a protective manner. ]
Do you have anything on you that you could use as a weapon?
[ fortunately, hope does not show the same hesitation that rupert does when voicing what he feels like is an inevitability. he does stand down a bit when rupert reassures him, though he still presents himself as the primary target should the marionettes attack them after all. ]
I doubt that they're here just to freak us out. Though... I have a strong suspicion they hold the key to getting out of here.
[ with that, he cautiously approaches the one that looks like him; he doesn't touch it, but he does stare back into its empty, glassy eyes. ]
[he's tempted to stop him before he approaches, but he doesn't exactly have a better idea for how to get out of here. he's watching closely, though, just in case one of these terrifying puppets makes a sudden motion.]
[he opens up, and takes a step back so hope can come in! in his room, he'll see:
walls and floor (pretend there's no bookcase in this picture but everything else is there,) that are made of stone. somehow, it doesn't feel cold despite that, though that might be due to the warmth emanating from the fireplace. though the flames that flicker there aren't real, they still give off heat. similarly, the flames on the sources of light don't appear to be real. the rest of the light in the room comes from the window resting just above his desk, which always shows a field of wildflowers.
his bed sits on a thick rug, with more than a couple pillows resting near the headboard. a few feet away is an armoir, and a decoration on the wall (it's easy to tell the swords are not real). there's also a sofa near a bookcase. the spines of the fake books contained on the shelf seem to vary between books about history, politics, adventure novels, fairy tales, and mythology. the clock sitting on the wall makes a soft ticking noise every so often, adding to the noise of the crackling fireplace. a woven tapestry sits on the wall above the fireplace.
also, porridge is curled up and sleeping on the bed! hello tiny dragon.]
[ hope is taken aback for a few moments before he snaps back to reality and steps into rupert's room. though he's grown now, there's a flash of the wide-eyed teenager rupert originally met him as in his expression before it smooths out to something a little more composed. ]
Sorry, I was... a little surprised by how cozy your room is.
[ he nods, choosing to sit on the sofa... wrow. after taking another cursory look around, he focuses his attention back on rupert, his brow now furrowed in consternation. ]
...I heard from Harrowhark that you woke up buried, like Claude did last week. Is this true?
...Yeah. Like he said last week, I felt something hit me in the head, I had really a really weird dream, and then - I woke up in a coffin and had to crawl my way back up.
Being suitemates, I speak with her a lot. Once she told me that...I wanted to hear your account personally. [ he frowns. ] Please don't take this as me suspecting you of anything—on the contrary, I'm just... concerned for you.
[ he nods, expression now a little softer as he flashes back to rupert's trial back at wiwaldi. ]
I'd like to hear as much as you're willing to share. The more we collectively learn, the closer we'll get to putting the pieces of the hotel's mystery together.
Some of it's a long story. At least, in the specific ways it - ties back to some stuff that happened back home. But I guess, to put it briefly...
[there's a moment where he decides how to word it before he continues.]
I was in a forest, and I kept hearing this voice tell me to run, but I felt like I was imagining it. Like I had to keep calm because someone was waiting for me. Then I got... attacked by people I recognized from back home. But it kind of just kept happening over again? They'd attack me and I'd wake up at the start of the forest again when it was over, and it just went on. [...] But a lot of it felt - personal, so I think it was probably just something whoever's in charge did to mess with me.
It was, yeah. That's part of why I didn't run... While I was dreaming, I was sure I'd been there before. And I've definitely spent time in a forest like that before, so I don't think it was just, like, dream logic.
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w0, monday.
Do you think all these doors lead to a different area? If that's the case, there's must be a lot of space here...
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There are 36 individual rooms on the floor we're staying on, so I'm not too surprised. That's not even factoring in this place's ability to warp the dimensions of space... making things larger than they appear to be on the outside, that is.
[ he glances down the hall, thinking... ]
...As efficient as it would be to split up, it probably wouldn't be a good idea to head out alone. [ turns to face rupert ] Were you planning on exploring?
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[so, he nods.]
I definitely want to check some of them out. It's better to know what kinds of places are out here.
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[ as he starts to lead the way and place his hand on the knob to door 7, hope realizes this must be kind of weird for rupert—here he is as an adult taking responsibility, when rupert probably remembers him as the small 14-year-old he was back at the school.
it's weird how this keeps happening to him. ]
...I hope this isn't too strange for you.
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[he glances up at him, though - there are a few things that are strange about this situation, so he doesn't immediately pick up on his meaning.]
Like - which part? This place is kind of strange in general, but I get the feeling that isn't what you meant.
[what's a hotel]
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[ ...he is not able to finish his sentence, though, because as soon as they're in the room, they're greeted by puppets of them and the other 34 guests hanging from the walls. ]
. . . I don't like this.
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[he nearly responds before, yeah. puppets! he pauses for a long moment as he looks around, long enough to realize exactly who these are modeled after.]
Yeeeah, this is automatically the worst. Maybe we should just...
[turn back and leave. but he cuts himself off, because when he tries to do just that, it looks like the door is conveniently locked. unfortunate.]
...Great.
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Do you have anything on you that you could use as a weapon?
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[in response to the protective stance hope is already taking. to the question, though, he shakes his head.]
Yeah, fresh out... What do you think they want? They aren't moving or anything.
[yet, he thinks but doesn't say.]
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[ fortunately, hope does not show the same hesitation that rupert does when voicing what he feels like is an inevitability. he does stand down a bit when rupert reassures him, though he still presents himself as the primary target should the marionettes attack them after all. ]
I doubt that they're here just to freak us out. Though... I have a strong suspicion they hold the key to getting out of here.
[ with that, he cautiously approaches the one that looks like him; he doesn't touch it, but he does stare back into its empty, glassy eyes. ]
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I'm sure you already know, but - be careful.
week 2: friday
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Is everything alright?
I mean apart from the obvious
[die day..... hateful]
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I'm sorry if my worrying unsettled you.
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I'm in my room, you can come whenever
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[ about five minutes later, there's a knock on rupert's door! ]
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walls and floor (pretend there's no bookcase in this picture but everything else is there,) that are made of stone. somehow, it doesn't feel cold despite that, though that might be due to the warmth emanating from the fireplace. though the flames that flicker there aren't real, they still give off heat. similarly, the flames on the sources of light don't appear to be real. the rest of the light in the room comes from the window resting just above his desk, which always shows a field of wildflowers.
his bed sits on a thick rug, with more than a couple pillows resting near the headboard. a few feet away is an armoir, and a decoration on the wall (it's easy to tell the swords are not real). there's also a sofa near a bookcase. the spines of the fake books contained on the shelf seem to vary between books about history, politics, adventure novels, fairy tales, and mythology. the clock sitting on the wall makes a soft ticking noise every so often, adding to the noise of the crackling fireplace. a woven tapestry sits on the wall above the fireplace.
also, porridge is curled up and sleeping on the bed! hello tiny dragon.]
What's up?
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Sorry, I was... a little surprised by how cozy your room is.
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[he moves inside to take a seat on the bed.]
Make yourself at home.
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[ he nods, choosing to sit on the sofa... wrow. after taking another cursory look around, he focuses his attention back on rupert, his brow now furrowed in consternation. ]
...I heard from Harrowhark that you woke up buried, like Claude did last week. Is this true?
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...Yeah. Like he said last week, I felt something hit me in the head, I had really a really weird dream, and then - I woke up in a coffin and had to crawl my way back up.
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[the next part makes him smile, though, even if it's tired.]
Thanks, Hope.
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I'd like to hear as much as you're willing to share. The more we collectively learn, the closer we'll get to putting the pieces of the hotel's mystery together.
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Some of it's a long story. At least, in the specific ways it - ties back to some stuff that happened back home. But I guess, to put it briefly...
[there's a moment where he decides how to word it before he continues.]
I was in a forest, and I kept hearing this voice tell me to run, but I felt like I was imagining it. Like I had to keep calm because someone was waiting for me. Then I got... attacked by people I recognized from back home. But it kind of just kept happening over again? They'd attack me and I'd wake up at the start of the forest again when it was over, and it just went on. [...] But a lot of it felt - personal, so I think it was probably just something whoever's in charge did to mess with me.
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That's...concerning, to say the least. [ LIKE. YIKES? YIKES!! ] Was the forest familiar to you at all?
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