THE BAKERSTREET DRESSING ROOM MEME I
Welcome, newcomer, to the Dressing Room.
One moment you're one place, and the next, you're here. Its a force of nature disguised as a futuristic, luxurious building, with no limit to how many people may be in it. Nor will you want for food, clothing or shelter - or really anything. Merely think of it, and it is yours.
Unfortunately, there's two tiny caveats. One, you're going to be here a while. Two, you'll have to share the space with the other people brought in.
Thus, hilarity ensues.
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SOME PROMPT IDEAS:
-You've just arrived in the dressing room. What are your reactions?
-You're looking for a room to call your own. Unfortunately, someone's taken the spot you want.
-You've just discovered that the hotel will give you pretty much anything you want! How do you plan on abusing the system!
-EVENT: Because all dressing rooms have events. Its opening day and confetti is coming down. In fact, there's so much of it that the entire hotel is trapped in a veritable confetti blizzard, with some areas even getting completely confetti'd in/impassable. What will you do?? |
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bakerstreet2014-01-02 11:03 am
Aaron Goodlace | OC | OTA (CR sounds swell)
Well, this was new. Aaron felt like he was waking from some kind of drug or blow-to-the-head induced stupor. He was sitting... comfortable, at least, no bindings on hands, legs... and he was holding a tall flute of something bubbly, now that he thought about it. A moment later and he just barely saved himself from tipping the glass down the front of a charcoal-dark suit. Looking up from the near sartorial disaster (the spilling of champagne, not the suit itself), Aaron took some time to adjust to the fact that he was indeed looking across a kicking party. People in suits and dresses down to there and up to there, sharing drinks, chatting, having fun.
Where in fuck's name was he?
The room itself was spacious, cleverly homey and expensively spartan all in a go. Windows stretched up from behind him and, in a clever torus of glass and track-lighting, swooped up and over to reveal a cloudless night. A half-moon shone down on him almost as though it were a diffuse spotlight. Made him think of getting the full moon, both cheeks, from the universe itself.
Well fuck. If he couldn't remember how he got here, and he couldn't remember a single fucking thing about this place, he might start with tentative openers. Regaining his composure somewhat, the blonde turned to his right, looking for another supposed wall flower like himself who might spark a memory or two.
Hey, how about a fellow OC?
Instinctively her hand went to her side, in search of a pocket. Her phone... Well, she didn't have pockets to begin with, let alone her phone. Perhaps that would have been too easy. Was this a dream? She did sometimes fantasize about being an heiress with money to burn.
Looking around, she caught site of a clock and a door. Both. It was a clear, sliding glass panel with a simple clock made of black lines embedded. The time read '11:45.' So, she wasn't asleep. People couldn't read numbers in dreams. Then what was going on?
Mary was surprised to find herself feeling calm. It was as if her body had gone on autopilot and she began to search for a way out. As she walked, she didn't notice herself heading straight towards a man. At least, not until she bumped head first into his chest. Her alcohol ended up splashing, getting both of them damp.
"Ouff!" She gasped. "Oh shit, sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going. And... And..." And all the 'what the fucking hell?' rushed into her. Her head felt light. Her heart beat to fast. "Holy shit... Do you know where we are?"
Ooh, Mary sounds awesome! :D
Moreover she genuinely looked startled and sheepish, and the blonde man was all too clearly getting the impression that she was going through what he had been a few minutes ago. He waffled over taking the serious route with her or simply dismissing her for her clumsiness. Well, she was young: if he asked a wrong question and unleashed a wave of disdain on her part, he wouldn't put it past teenaged judgey-judgepantedness. He could never say that he had been there, but being entitled to an entire domain of self-made law could just as easily put one in the same prideful place.
Aaron, wrenching his attention from the growing urge to run for the nearest napkin (or better, find a new suit: sticky, wet, cold and gross was not his preferred set of operating parameters) asked, "you're not happening to be doing that thing where you suddenly realize you're not where you're supposed to be, are you?"
Aaron sounds awesome too. :D And Achate's rather interesting.
But, Mary straightened up and took a breath. (And ignored the fact that the dress seemed to get itchy when wet.) Panic wouldn't be good here and this man was probably just another person at this party who had no clue that someone mysteriously appeared out of nowhere. Too many questions and she might come off as worthy of being sent to the mental ward at the nearest hospital.
But, then he asked about not being where you're supposed to be. Oh. That did change things. Mary chuckled, feeling slightly relieved. She wasn't alone. "You mean, that whole 'total physical displacement that is obviously not the result of drinking too much and getting lost' thing? Because, yeah, that's exactly what's going on with me. You?"
((>:D If we get that far with CR and the like, these two might make an interesting duo!))
(( They might. Lots of fun techiness and hacking possible. XD ))
Then the man mentioned cleaning up and Mary nodded. "That might be smart to start off with. Unless, well, it's some sort of trap door leading to a control room with an evil dictator twirling his mustache. Not that I'm used to that sort of thing, but paranoia gets to you when going 'poof.' And ah... I'm babbling. Sorry." Mary didn't look too sorry though, as she started to just about skip towards the kitchen door. As she skipped, it crossed her mind that the man might be dangerous and that doing what he said might lead to her untimely demise, she figured that would be at least more productive than sitting around, looking lost.
Once they were both there, Mary asked, "Want to do the honors of opening it up?"
Re: (( They might. Lots of fun techiness and hacking possible. XD ))
There were a pair of rounded windows at eye-height on the doors, so before Aaron pushed the loose, rubbery doors open, he took a quick peer. Everything looked pretty much as he expected: a commercial kitchen, just on the other side trays ready to go out to the party and a metric shit tonne of supplies to keep the libations going. That and a bar? Aaron was impressed.
Beyond that, proper kitchens followed, and the blonde had trouble getting a good sense of the space for all of the hustle, bustle and brushed steel cookware hanging and banging about the space. One thing that he did notice was that though there were a few heavy doors (probably more storage, refridgerated or frozen) there was what looked like the branch to a hall, the shape of the walls blocking it might possibly be an office. Office? Computer? Possibly.
He pushed the door open, palm open to usher Mary in if she'd like. None of the waiters seemed to mind that he'd poked his nose in, and he spotted a pile of cloth napkins nearby, within easy reach... however, now he was curious. "Ever raided a kitchen before?" he asked, incrementally more amused with the situation because he was sharing it with an effervescently worrisome stranger.
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She followed the man inside and it seemed as if no one even noticed that they'd walked in. In fact, if Mary wasn't mistaken, the waiters didn't even look at their direction. With blank faces, they just expertly stepped past the two intruders. Weird. But before Mary could think too hard on the matter, the man asked her something.
"Hmm... Nope. But I have raided a fridge before. Getting ice cream at one am is the best. What, are you a professional kitchen raider?" She grinned and picked up a napkin to wipe herself off. The dress was probably done for, but it was nice to have her skin feel a little less sticky. As she finished getting as dry as possible, she asked, "Hey, do the waiters seem strange to you?"
None of the waiters even so much as glanced over when Mary said this. "It's like... like they're robots or brainwashed or something." Still no one even glanced their way.
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"Mm, maybe." Aaron snapped a finger in front of a young man's nose, expecting a jolt, a turn. The waiter blinked once, shrugged it off, muttered a barely audible, "Scuse me," and continued on his way. "Yeah, very determined little bast--I mean, brats. Aren't they?"
Now that they were in this staging platform of a serving area, they could see a little more. A hallway that looked less well-tread, certainly not used by the kitchen assistants or the front-facing waiting staff. Aaron pointed that way covertly, shrugging if Mary looked skeptical. "It's that or see if we can figure out which of the white-hats is in charge... and they tend to have a hearty temper with intruders."
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Mary felt almost unsurprised when the man's snapping barely got a reaction from the waiter. "Determined bastards indeed. And, by the way, I'm nineteen, not five. You can cuss in front of me. Promise I won't 'tell on you.'" She ended the comment with a wink.
"Honestly, I think I'd rather avoid pissing off one of these guys. They might also be determined enough to try and kill us if we disrupt the kitchen too much. With lasers. I bet they have lasers." The last bit was mostly a joke. Mary started walking into the hallway. On her way, she found no need to avoid the staff. They did all that for her. The doors in the hallway were all open. After the first few, which only held kitchens, Mary started to see other sorts of rooms. There was a gym (bleh!), a few bedrooms, a library and a computer lab. The hallway itself stretched on much farther than Mary could see.
"Okay, this place is still very creepy, but look, we have computers!"
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"Lasers, huh?" he asked, raising a brow as he idled along behind. He'd managed to dab the worst of her damned drink off of his suit when they'd entered the kitchen serving the party, so now he settled his hands in his pockets as he peered into each and every open door. Active imagination on this girl... but, hell, he was still recuperating from the knowledge that he had just shown up here, just like that. Maybe the rules had changed.
"Ah, good. Something to work with that's not going to pull a laser on us." That, though a weak joke, was for her benefit.
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"Yup or maybe death rays. You never know what creepy people have on them." She kept on joking as she headed into the computer lab. Once inside, she immediately plopped herself down in front of a computer screen. It felt like home with her hands on the keys, not that she was going to voice something so corny out loud.
"No lasers, just nice, welcoming computer screens. And we don't even need a password." The first thing she did was go to google maps. It was always best to try simple methods first. But, it seemed that google maps was unable to determine their location. She really hadn't expected it to.
"Okay... let's try something else." Her hands raced across the keys as she tried to use the computer to trace the wifi signal and use that to trace their location. Strangely enough, while it didn't block her from doing so, she was unable to get any sort of coordinates. She pouted. "Damn it. And here I hoped we could do this the easy way." Time to think of other methods.
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After the girl had seated herself at the computer, Aaron settled into the chair nearby. He cracked his knuckles, sighing as he settled in place. For a moment he thought he'd be out of the pit -- that was, his work station back home -- but it looked like he was back to his specialty once again. Would almost have been nice to have a holiday from this sort of thing, but then again, better to know where they were and why.
He listened to Mary's drabble of growing frustration as he fiddled his way into an admin account; not really possible from this computer, but with a hint from the future-tech he'd brought back with the body he wore, he managed to slave this terminal to the staff account... or at least, that was what he thought he was doing. Considering this was a dressing room, it could have been the hotel's way of allowing him to have what he wanted, up to a point.
Aaron got to the point, running commands through a little black box that had opened up on his screen. "Check this out," he grinned, having finished digging up an actual, profitable string of information. It was not exactly a floor layout of the hotel, but a list of rooms and floors. Whenever Aaron asked for more information, more rooms and floors presented themselves. It got weirder the longer he let the program run. "I'm pretty sure that I didn't fuck this up -- a normal hotel booking program will have a list of rooms, and vacancies, events, activities, bookings, that sort of thing. These are all of the rooms. These are all of the people."
And here he pressed a button, and the guests that appeared varied, as though they were checking in and out in real time, like a badly connected phone gaining and receiving receptivity only barely.
"'I have no mouth, but I must scream,'" he quoted, raising both brows Mary's way. Really, if they were within a digital block, he shouldn't be himself right now. Aaron was literally a meatsack vessel for the AI that wanted out of something virtual. To then put that back in to another was growing on, frankly, trippy and bizarre.