The Hotel Between Worlds: An IC Mingle Meme

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The Hotel Between Worlds



You are no longer in your own world. A bellhop hands you a room key and mutters that all luggage has to be carried by residents, company policy. After that, well, the rest is up to you.

The hotel between worlds is an expansive resort in the middle of nothing. There's a pool, a bar, rooms, a lounge, a game room and arcade, a restaurant, and much more.

Characters have been sent there for an enforced vacation from their reality. Time to get drunk, sleep it off, and generally try to find their way around the labyrinthian hallways of the hotel.

• Drop a comment with your character's name and canon
  
• Respond to others and roll for a location or set the scene with your choice.
  
• There are no rules in this Hotel

1. Welcome to the Lobby
   
2. Keycard Mix-up; Shared room
   
3. Go for a swim at the Pool
   
4. Drinks at the Bar
   
5. Just trying to enjoy a meal at the restaurant
   
6. Hit the Arcade
   
7. A stroll in the garden
   
8. Lost in the staff halls
   
9. Cue the Elevator Music
   
10. Rooftop Escape
    
11. Never-ending Labyrinth of Halls and Rooms
    
12. Pick a location of another kind.
    

This meme is a test run to check interest for a Dressing Room of the same premise.
The dressing room will be geared towards players creating their own starters.

Comments

[spideyguy]

That's above my paygrade. [Peter smiles ruefully, shaking his head. It's a nice day outside, too, which somehow only serves to make everything seem more ominous.] I don't think we've met? I'm Peter.

[Peter frowns, brow furrowing in confusion.] I'm from Queens. There's - we're not in upstate New York, are we?

I haven't seen anyone I know.

[thepricewepay]

Steve. And it's hard to tell. There weren't any pamphlets in the lobby, and any details, addresses or information about this hotel seems to be either well hidden or non existent.

[Steve sighs and stares out into the distance, trying to place his last memory beyond the hotel.]

I remember standing in the lobby with a bag I didn't pack and a key to a room I didn't pay for. But I don't remember leaving my apartment, or waking up.

The fact that this place is full of strangers makes it hard to imagine it's an illusion. [He almost mentions he knows a young woman who could do those sort of things, but there was no reason to drag her into this.]

I imagine they would have to build off what was already there.

[spideyguy]

[Peter tries to sift back through his mind, back through his latest activities. No recollection of falling unconscious, naturally or otherwise. He can't even remember if he was on patrol or not.]

I've got nothing. Maybe we were drugged?

Who knows. Maybe one of us is in a coma. [It feels too elaborate for a dream of human origin. Not regular human, at least. Peter doesn't know what side of the mutant argument Steve is on, so he opts for not saying anything.]

The variety is too vast. Although, living in New York City, we could have easily passed every single one of these people and not remember, consciously.