*Bun stares at the ceiling from where she lies in her bed, wide awake. Questions in need of answers burn in her mind, and at last she decides she's not going to get those answers all on her own.
Swinging her legs over the bed, she stands up and slips on a pair of flip-flops, still in her pajamas. The door of her room opens with a startlingly loud CREEEAAAK, making her flinch as she glances down the hallway on both sides. Seeing that the coast is clear, Bun heads down toward the lobby, trying to formulate a plan.*
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Welcome to the Lobby!
Current time: 5:30am
There’s a song playing on the radio!
Paula Kelly - Jeepers Creepers 1939 Al Donahue Orchestra
♬
You: "There’s a grumpy looking person behind the desk this morning. Maybe it would be best if I just left her alone."
Would she be willing to answer some questions?
A. Talk to her. - “Hey, how’s it hanging?” B. She doesn’t look too friendly. I’ll go look for someone else to talk to.- "Might as well get some breakfast."
♬
Bun stands stiffly in the lobby for a moment, adjusting to the bright lights and wondering what to do. Despite her initial thoughts on the jayclone behind the desk (and the rumbling noises in her stomach), she decides that the jayclone is her best option at the moment to find out more about the smashing. Besides, I love cheering people up.
She approaches the desk and gives a bright smile, as though it's completely normal for hotel guests to be roaming the halls at 5:30 in their pajamas. "Hey, how's it hanging? How are you doing tonight? Uh, I mean, morning. Whatever," she laughs awkwardly.
"Hey, Zach." Tigress decides to act like it's completely normal for one to wake up someone in their hotel room at 5:30 am. and says casually, "Sorry for waking you, but I was wondering if you had some sort of tool that I could use for. . . unlocking doors. . .?" She cringes.
(Thanks. )
"Don't worry about it. I do have something you can try. *Zach goes into his room and rummages for the tiny screwdriver set, some thin but stiff wire, and a pair of pliers to bend the wire. He finds it and brings it to Tigress*
"Here you go. Hope this works! Can I come and see what you're going to do?"
(You're welcome. )
She smiles gratefully. "Thanks! --Oh, yes, that'd be good. Actually, you'd probably know how to unlock the door better than I would, anyway. I still need to learn how to pick locks." With a grin, she leads the way back into her room. They enter the closet, and she shows him the strange little door.
Attention! Due to the tragic and completely accidental death of our dear friend and guest, Rupert B. Smyth, We ask all other guests to please be wary around sharp objects.
Thank you and remember: You can buy rubber knives in the gift shop for only $4.99!
~The manager
»»————- ————-««
Welcome to the Lobby!
Current time: 5:30am
There’s a song playing on the radio!
Paula Kelly - Jeepers Creepers 1939 Al Donahue Orchestra
╭ ╮ Ivy: "…Wow, what a deal." Leek: "Oh hey, what are you doing up this early?" Ivy: "I’ve been trying a new morning routine. I feel dead. What about you?" Leek: "I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep." Ivy: "Zzzzz.." Leek: "...Um-" ╰ ╯
»»————- OBJECTIVES ————-«« ♬
The greenhouse is still closed! Find a way inside ☐
Hint: There’s a weird door in the back of my closet. Too bad it’s locked. ♬ Get one of the employees to talk. Someone's gotta know what really happened!☐ I wonder if they take bribes...
Leaf opens her eyes and doesn't move an inch. Her head hurts, and her entire body is aching from the tiredness compiled from the day before. Mumbling to herself, the photographer takes a weary look at the wrist watch placed next to her folded glasses.
5: 55 Ugh...that's...way too early. What even happened yesterday...? Rupert...oh.... At the thought, Leaf pushes herself out of bed and goes through her morning routine, ending it all with a nice cup of herbal tea before finally heading out to the lobby, feeling refreshed and ready to explore. "Let's find out what happened...."
"Don't worry about it. I do have something you can try. *Zach goes into his room and rummages for the tiny screwdriver set, some thin but stiff wire, and a pair of pliers to bend the wire. He finds it and brings it to Tigress*
"Here you go. Hope this works! Can I come and see what you're going to do?"
(You're welcome. )
She smiles gratefully. "Thanks! --Oh, yes, that'd be good. Actually, you'd probably know how to unlock the door better than I would, anyway. I still need to learn how to pick locks." With a grin, she leads the way back into her room. They enter the closet, and she shows him the strange little door.
( )
"Sure. I know a little bit about locks. I'll see what I can do." Zach bends a bit of the wire and shoves the thin wire into the key hole, applying rotational pressure using the tiny screwdriver. He starts fiddling with the wire attempting to open the lock.
Paula Kelly - Jeepers Creepers 1939 Al Donahue Orchestra
♬
You: "There’s a grumpy looking person behind the desk this morning. Maybe it would be best if I just left her alone."
Would she be willing to answer some questions?
A. Talk to her. - “Hey, how’s it hanging?” B. She doesn’t look too friendly. I’ll go look for someone else to talk to.- "Might as well get some breakfast."
♬
Bun stands stiffly in the lobby for a moment, adjusting to the bright lights and wondering what to do. Despite her initial thoughts on the jayclone behind the desk (and the rumbling noises in her stomach), she decides that the jayclone is her best option at the moment to find out more about the smashing. Besides, I love cheering people up.
She approaches the desk and gives a bright smile, as though it's completely normal for hotel guests to be roaming the halls at 5:30 in their pajamas. "Hey, how's it hanging? How are you doing tonight? Uh, I mean, morning. Whatever," she laughs awkwardly.
»»————- ————-«« The front desk It looks pretty messy this morning...
The surly looking miss fails to respond at first, allowing a slightly awkward silence to occur.
Jay: "..I'm doing good."
She yawns, straightening her posture.
Jay: "So, how can I help you today, miss?"
Her fingers drum the wooden surface of the desk, her unfriendly eyes glaring down at you as she waits expectantly for a reply.
A. ABORT- "Uhh, breakfast?" B. "I've got a few questions to ask you."
Leaf opens her eyes and doesn't move an inch. Her head hurts, and her entire body is aching from the tiredness compiled from the day before. Mumbling to herself, the photographer takes a weary look at the wrist watch placed next to her folded glasses.
5: 55 Ugh...that's...way too early. What even happened yesterday...? Rupert...oh.... At the thought, Leaf pushes herself out of bed and goes through her morning routine, ending it all with a nice cup of herbal tea before finally heading out to the lobby, feeling refreshed and ready to explore. "Let's find out what happened...."
»»————- ————-««
Welcome to the Lobby!
There’s a song playing on the radio!
Paula Kelly - Jeepers Creepers 1939 Al Donahue Orchestra
You: I wonder what kind of knife was used.
It's pretty empty in here this morning, except for that girl talking to that employee. Is she still wearing her pajamas?
Over the cheery sound of the radio playing, the sound of someone whistling along can be heard faintly in one of the side rooms. A. Investigate! - "Maybe it's someone who could answer some of my questions." B. Something smells good. - "I'll head to the dining room."
She smiles gratefully. "Thanks! --Oh, yes, that'd be good. Actually, you'd probably know how to unlock the door better than I would, anyway. I still need to learn how to pick locks." With a grin, she leads the way back into her room. They enter the closet, and she shows him the strange little door.
( )
"Sure. I know a little bit about locks. I'll see what I can do." Zach bends a bit of the wire and shoves the thin wire into the key hole, applying rotational pressure using the tiny screwdriver. He starts fiddling with the wire attempting to open the lock.
Click
With a quick tug, the door creaks open on rusty hinges, a cloud of dust flooding into the small closet. You peer inside, it's a black, crooked tunnel. You hear the frantic scuffling of tiny feet fleeing from the sudden light, the disgusting insects barely visible in the gloom. It doesn't smell too pleasant.
Bun stands stiffly in the lobby for a moment, adjusting to the bright lights and wondering what to do. Despite her initial thoughts on the jayclone behind the desk (and the rumbling noises in her stomach), she decides that the jayclone is her best option at the moment to find out more about the smashing. Besides, I love cheering people up.
She approaches the desk and gives a bright smile, as though it's completely normal for hotel guests to be roaming the halls at 5:30 in their pajamas. "Hey, how's it hanging? How are you doing tonight? Uh, I mean, morning. Whatever," she laughs awkwardly.
»»————- ————-«« The front desk It looks pretty messy this morning...
The surly looking miss fails to respond at first, allowing a slightly awkward silence to occur.
Jay: "..I'm doing good."
She yawns, straightening her posture.
Jay: "So, how can I help you today, miss?"
Her fingers drum the wooden surface of the desk, her unfriendly eyes glaring down at you as she waits expectantly for a reply.
A. ABORT- "Uhh, breakfast?" B. "I've got a few questions to ask you."
"...Right. That's good." Awkward silence past, Bun takes a determined breath and locks eyes with the Jayclone, retaining her friendly smile. "I've got a few questions to ask you. I was just wondering if there's been any new details on what exactly happened in the greenhouse yesterday?"
"Sure. I know a little bit about locks. I'll see what I can do." Zach bends a bit of the wire and shoves the thin wire into the key hole, applying rotational pressure using the tiny screwdriver. He starts fiddling with the wire attempting to open the lock.
Click
With a quick tug, the door creaks open on rusty hinges, a cloud of dust flooding into the small closet. You peer inside, it's a black, crooked tunnel. You hear the frantic scuffling of tiny feet fleeing from the sudden light, the disgusting insects barely visible in the gloom. It doesn't smell too pleasant.
A broad, excited grin spreads across Tigress's face. She looks at Zach slowly, then says, "Oh, we are so checking this out." She grabs a small flashlight from the hotel's nightstand and ducks her head to creep into the tunnel. She inspects her surroundings attentively.
»»————- ————-«« The front desk It looks pretty messy this morning...
The surly looking miss fails to respond at first, allowing a slightly awkward silence to occur.
Jay: "..I'm doing good."
She yawns, straightening her posture.
Jay: "So, how can I help you today, miss?"
Her fingers drum the wooden surface of the desk, her unfriendly eyes glaring down at you as she waits expectantly for a reply.
A. ABORT- "Uhh, breakfast?" B. "I've got a few questions to ask you."
"...Right. That's good." Awkward silence past, Bun takes a determined breath and locks eyes with the Jayclone, retaining her friendly smile. "I've got a few questions to ask you. I was just wondering if there's been any new details on what exactly happened in the greenhouse yesterday?"
Jay: "..Yeah. There is." You: "Oh! Would you mind sharing with me?"
Again, she doesn't respond at first. Pondering for a few seconds as she looks at you with the same hooded glare, her fingers continuing to tap at the desk. Finally, she leans back, her lips pursed thoughtfully.
Jay: "Look, I'd love too. I really would, but the thing is, I don't know if I should. I could get into some serious trouble. My boss would flip if she knew I was even talking about it." You: "I get it, but-" Jay: "I could totally lose my job here. I dunno if I'm willing to risk that if I'm not getting anything out of it." You: "You want something?"
She shrugged, shifting her lazy gaze towards her finger-nails.
Jay: "Mmhm." You: "Ooook.. Like what?" Jay: "Money." You: "Money?" Jay: "Psh, yeah. M.O.N.E.Y. You know what that is, right?" You: "Well yeah! Of course!"
She clapped her hands together excitedly with a smirk.
Jay: "Excellent! Know that I've confirmed that you know exactly what it is, I'm willing to bet that you have some of your own, right? After this I can totally buy those roller blades i've been wanting."
A. Time to check the piggy bank. - "Well yeah, but not a lot... How much do you want?" B. This isn't worth it. - "You know what, I'll just ask someone else." C. "Why can't you just tell me?" OOC: Let me know if the courier new font is bothering any of you. I just thought I'd use it to give it that video game-ish feel, heheh.
Leaf opens her eyes and doesn't move an inch. Her head hurts, and her entire body is aching from the tiredness compiled from the day before. Mumbling to herself, the photographer takes a weary look at the wrist watch placed next to her folded glasses.
5: 55 Ugh...that's...way too early. What even happened yesterday...? Rupert...oh.... At the thought, Leaf pushes herself out of bed and goes through her morning routine, ending it all with a nice cup of herbal tea before finally heading out to the lobby, feeling refreshed and ready to explore. "Let's find out what happened...."
»»————- ————-««
Welcome to the Lobby!
There’s a song playing on the radio!
Paula Kelly - Jeepers Creepers 1939 Al Donahue Orchestra
You: I wonder what kind of knife was used.
It's pretty empty in here this morning, except for that girl talking to that employee. Is she still wearing her pajamas?
Over the cheery sound of the radio playing, the sound of someone whistling along can be heard faintly in one of the side rooms. A. Investigate! - "Maybe it's someone who could answer some of my questions." B. Something smells good. - "I'll head to the dining room."
Well, there's a lot of different kinds of knifes here. Jay has rubber ones for sale at $4.99 but the question is are they actually...efficient? Is the Smasher careless enough to leave behind a money trail? Could the knife be from the dining room? Or did the Smasher prepare one beforehand? Man, if that really is the case the hotel security is---
---Whistling?Leaf snaps out of her thoughts and quickly scans over the empty lobby, becoming more ad more curious of its source. Deciding to put the thought of food to the side, the photographer leaves the chatting girl and Jay clone and follows the music to the side rooms, humming quietly along the radio tune.
Paula Kelly - Jeepers Creepers 1939 Al Donahue Orchestra
You: I wonder what kind of knife was used.
It's pretty empty in here this morning, except for that girl talking to that employee. Is she still wearing her pajamas?
Over the cheery sound of the radio playing, the sound of someone whistling along can be heard faintly in one of the side rooms. A. Investigate! - "Maybe it's someone who could answer some of my questions." B. Something smells good. - "I'll head to the dining room."
Well, there's a lot of different kinds of knifes here. Jay has rubber ones for sale at $4.99 but the question is are they actually...efficient? Is the Smasher careless enough to leave behind a money trail? Could the knife be from the dining room? Or did the Smasher prepare one beforehand? Man, if that really is the case the hotel security is---
---Whistling?Leaf snaps out of her thoughts and quickly scans over the empty lobby, becoming more ad more curious of its source. Deciding to put the thought of food to the side, the photographer leaves the chatting girl and Jay clone and follows the music to the side rooms, humming quietly along the radio tune.
OoC: A
♫ Jeepers creepers, where'd ya get those peepers? ♫
Your quick footsteps against the squeaky clean marble floors mach perfectly to the beat of the song.
♫ Jeepers creepers, where'd ya get them eyes? ♫
The whistling is getting louder now.
♫ Gosh all git up, how'd they get so lit up? ♫
You peek inside.
♫ Gosh all git up, how'd they get that size? ♫
A particularly cheerful looking miss awaits your gaze as you peek curiously inside the brightly lit room. She's been mopping the floor.
She dunks the mop into her bucket that's filled to the brim with grimy looking water, and surveys her hard work with a satisfied grin.
You: "Hello!" Jay: "Oh, hello! Anything I can help you with, miss?"
A. I have some questions. - "Yes actually." B. Maybe I'll introduce myself first.- "Not at the moment. My name's Leaf. Isn't it a lovely morning?"
-last edited on Jun 12, 2019 21:03:07 GMT by BlueberryJayPie: Join us next time to see if our heroes can escape the labrynth of certain death *Ominous violin music*
Post by BlueberryJayPie on Jun 12, 2019 21:01:12 GMT
With a quick tug, the door creaks open on rusty hinges, a cloud of dust flooding into the small closet. You peer inside, it's a black, crooked tunnel. You hear the frantic scuffling of tiny feet fleeing from the sudden light, the disgusting insects barely visible in the gloom. It doesn't smell too pleasant.
A broad, excited grin spreads across Tigress's face. She looks at Zach slowly, then says, "Oh, we are so checking this out." She grabs a small flashlight from the hotel's nightstand and ducks her head to creep into the tunnel. She inspects her surroundings attentively.
A broad, excited grin spreads across Tigress's face. She looks at Zach slowly, then says, "Oh, we are so checking this out." She grabs a small flashlight from the hotel's nightstand and ducks her head to creep into the tunnel. She inspects her surroundings attentively.
"OK. OK," Tigress mutters, trying to make her heart slow down. "No big deal. We'll just-- we'll just keep going. Let's see where this tunnel leads. Surely it goes somewhere." And not to a dead end, she adds to herself in her head.
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