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The Hotel de Palais
WHO: Lourdes Hidalgo and her hostages (sign-ups still open!)
WHERE: Heropa, FL
WHEN: starting on 9/18 and going on all week
WHAT: Enforced 24/7 hotel sleepover party
WARNINGS: Body control
The Hotel de Palais sits on the outskirts of downtown Heropa - close enough to the city center to be within walking distance of all the best restaurants and clubs, but isolated enough to afford its guests a sense of privacy (and the twenty-foot solid walls surrounding the outdoor pool and garden area definitely help with that). It's a favorite for vacationers and locals alike, and it's usually bustling with activity.
But on Friday morning, it's eerily quiet. The front doors are closed and locked, with multiple guards posted to deter visitors. If anyone should look like they're going to approach, one of the guards will quickly walk out to them and explain that the hotel isn't open right now. No one comes out. Barely anyone goes in. Even at the end of the day, when workers should be finishing with their shifts and guests should be heading out to sample the nightlife, no one leaves.
Inside, things are far more active, especially as more and more people begin to realize what's going on. Lourdes makes rounds throughout the hotel grounds, and she makes no secret of the fact that she is in charge now, and she expects to be obeyed. A couple people are amused (Come on, it's just some stupid imPort kid having a little fun; at least she's not attacking or gassing anybody), but most are confused, afraid, and angry. But if anyone protests too loudly or looks like they're going to make too much of a fuss, they suddenly quiet down - their mouths seal shut, or they leave the room, or they suddenly drop into a deep sleep. The most argumentative of the bunch disappear entirely, and can't be found anywhere.
In her own twisted way, Lourdes seems to be genuinely trying to make sure all the guests have fun. Many of those who are checked into the basic, less expensive rooms get spontaneously upgraded to one of the empty luxury suites. She passes out minibar keys freely, and announces a new policy of free room service for everyone. The pools (both indoor and outdoor) and the in-house nightclub have their hours adjusted so that they're open twenty-four hours a day. This wins over a few more (but certainly not all or most) of the guests, though the staff are left scrambling to take care of all the extra work. Lourdes herself doesn't lift a finger to help, though she does join in on the festivities. She keeps a close eye on her hostages, and if any of them aren't partaking in any of what she's providing them, she encourages them - with a little force.
Every once in a while, Lourdes hangs out by the front entrance with the guards, watching people walk by the hotel. Occasionally, she picks someone at random and makes them walk in. She thinks of it like a lottery, and the people she brings in off the street are the winners.
[OOC: This is the hostage log for Lourdes's hotel takeover event, meant to take place before any rescuers arrive! Feel free to top-level and tag around; I'll be throwing Lourdes at people as well as playing random NPCs (both hotel staff and other guests). If you're interested in throwing your character into this, there's still plenty of hostage spots left!]
WHERE: Heropa, FL
WHEN: starting on 9/18 and going on all week
WHAT: Enforced 24/7 hotel sleepover party
WARNINGS: Body control
The Hotel de Palais sits on the outskirts of downtown Heropa - close enough to the city center to be within walking distance of all the best restaurants and clubs, but isolated enough to afford its guests a sense of privacy (and the twenty-foot solid walls surrounding the outdoor pool and garden area definitely help with that). It's a favorite for vacationers and locals alike, and it's usually bustling with activity.
But on Friday morning, it's eerily quiet. The front doors are closed and locked, with multiple guards posted to deter visitors. If anyone should look like they're going to approach, one of the guards will quickly walk out to them and explain that the hotel isn't open right now. No one comes out. Barely anyone goes in. Even at the end of the day, when workers should be finishing with their shifts and guests should be heading out to sample the nightlife, no one leaves.
Inside, things are far more active, especially as more and more people begin to realize what's going on. Lourdes makes rounds throughout the hotel grounds, and she makes no secret of the fact that she is in charge now, and she expects to be obeyed. A couple people are amused (Come on, it's just some stupid imPort kid having a little fun; at least she's not attacking or gassing anybody), but most are confused, afraid, and angry. But if anyone protests too loudly or looks like they're going to make too much of a fuss, they suddenly quiet down - their mouths seal shut, or they leave the room, or they suddenly drop into a deep sleep. The most argumentative of the bunch disappear entirely, and can't be found anywhere.
In her own twisted way, Lourdes seems to be genuinely trying to make sure all the guests have fun. Many of those who are checked into the basic, less expensive rooms get spontaneously upgraded to one of the empty luxury suites. She passes out minibar keys freely, and announces a new policy of free room service for everyone. The pools (both indoor and outdoor) and the in-house nightclub have their hours adjusted so that they're open twenty-four hours a day. This wins over a few more (but certainly not all or most) of the guests, though the staff are left scrambling to take care of all the extra work. Lourdes herself doesn't lift a finger to help, though she does join in on the festivities. She keeps a close eye on her hostages, and if any of them aren't partaking in any of what she's providing them, she encourages them - with a little force.
Every once in a while, Lourdes hangs out by the front entrance with the guards, watching people walk by the hotel. Occasionally, she picks someone at random and makes them walk in. She thinks of it like a lottery, and the people she brings in off the street are the winners.
[OOC: This is the hostage log for Lourdes's hotel takeover event, meant to take place before any rescuers arrive! Feel free to top-level and tag around; I'll be throwing Lourdes at people as well as playing random NPCs (both hotel staff and other guests). If you're interested in throwing your character into this, there's still plenty of hostage spots left!]
all week
That all changes with three words though--no, and Lourdes Hidalgo. As soon as the guards tell him he can't go in, he's desperate to get inside--ever more so when his ears catch Lourdes' name being dropped, and he doesn't hesitate to use his powers to talk his way inside.
At which point, it seems almost like he's suddenly everywhere. ]
a. every day, wherever there are guests.
[ While there are waves and waves of people looking gloriously uncomfortable but trying not to show it, Jinseok is far from one of them. In fact, he looks pretty damn jazzed to be involved. Who wouldn't be? It's a party.
Mostly he can be found hanging off the shoulders of other guests, other imports, people who are clearly underage... anyone of either gender with a striking, pretty, or handsome face, shoving glasses into their hands and pouring from expensive bottles of minibar champagne, even if they protest. Shut up and drink. ]
A party isn't a party without a drink. Drink more, be happy. You like champagne? No? I will get you something else. Scotch? Whiskey? Alcopops?
b. after the first few days, behind the reception desk.
[ When he isn't schmoozing the other guests, Jinseok can be found behind the front desk, having shooed the receptionists off to the side, rooting through the paperwork behind the desk, going through the computers, seemingly searching for something, and snapping at anyone who dares to mistake him for someone who works there. ]
c.
[ Whatever. General schmoozing, overall gross suckup behavior, throwing upset people into the pool... ]
B
Which is why, when she sees him rummaging around the reception desk, she doesn't get mad. If it were anyone else, she'd assume they were doing something against her rules, like looking for a confiscated cell phone to call someone on the outside - but he doesn't seem to be interested in escaping, so she lets it slide. If playing receptionist is fun for him, why not let him do it? That's what this is all about, after all - indulgence, entertainment, and everybody doing whatever they want (just as long as it doesn't interfere with what she wants).
She approaches calmly, resting a hand on the desk near his arm.]
What are you doing?
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Granted, at least he doesn't have to wash them himself. He definitely is getting his worth out of the slave staff, and they've come to cringe whenever he calls them over.
Not what he's doing today though. The staff is free from his demands while he goes through files and drawers, not really having much of an idea of what he's looking for, but looking for it anyway.
At least Lourdes is here to keep him company, and he immediately drops what he's doing to grin up at her adoringly. ]
I am looking for the place they write down the guests. If I put my name on there, I will be able to live here forever.
[ He has no idea how hotels actually work. ]
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a!
If he's trapped in a party hotel with drinks? Well...he's been in worse situations. And so, as Jinseok pushes a drink on him, Dorian can't help but grin a little. Life of the party, right there. ]
Champagne will do just fine—as long as it's not the disgusting cheap kind, that is.
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Though he looks almost offended that Dorian would dare to think he'd be pouring the sewage out to Lourdes' esteemed guests. ]
I would not pour that dishwater to the rats. This is from my suite. See this bottle? [ He won't shake it for emphasis, but he does hold it up. ] The people outside the front doors can't even afford to look at it.
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b!
Sorry, dude, they don't have Oregon Trail. I already asked.
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all week!
[ The whole reason Dorian was in the hotel to begin with was that he had business in Heropa two days in a row. The problem with once being the art guy for the Maurtia Falls underworld is that they sometimes still expect you to be the art guy and schlep down to Heropa to check out a potential buy. Dorian simply didn't want to have to port back to Maurtia Falls, drive back to his apartment and port back to Heropa at the crack of dawn. So, simple answer, stay the night at a hotel.
Ahahaha. Ha. Bad idea.
For the first few days, Dorian's having a ball. Free drinks, a good time, everybody having fun? Why the hell not. He'd play along, have a good time, be the picture-perfect hostage, just so he could figure out who exactly was doing this and what exactly she wanted. After all...he's seen those people suddenly drop into a deep sleep. Something's wrong here, quite probably with that Hidalgo girl who was keeping them all here to begin with. Still, Dorian's suspicions about Lourdes aren't shown. For most of the first few days, he's having a ball. Drinking, taking a dip in the pool, enjoying the nightclub...at the moment, he's commandeered the hotel piano that these sorts of hotels always have, tucked away in a corner of the lobby or something like that, and flashes a smile at anyone approaching. ]
Any requests? [ He's a hundred or so years rusty but hey, no time like the present. It's not like he has that much else to do here. ]
b: second half
[ The novelty's worn thin. It's a damn good thing that Dorian has his communicator on him and managed to send a message to Toby off once a day or so had passed. It's also a damn good thing that he could check the network, otherwise he'd end up going stir crazy. Vanity, the good company, and a desire to see just what exactly this Lourdes girl was capable of have stopped him from just throwing himself off the roof and trying to escape that way, but he's getting sorely tempted.
As such, he's made an about-face from smiling and enjoying this whole situation to downright grumpy. Dorian spends most of his time in his room, or wandering the hallways, trying to find out as much as he can about just what Lourdes Hidalgo was capable of. All he's gotten so far is that 'she's an imPort' and 'she can do things to people.' Very helpful, ten out of ten for the hotel staff, now can't anyone tell him something useful? Occasionally, he's in a more populated area and when that happens, he's sulking, frown on his face. ]
You think the bitch is bored of us yet? [ he complains, to anyone who can hear. ]
c: wildcaaaaard
B!
But that being said, with a chastising look thrown Dorian's way for his derogatory language -- really, he's one of the few here that she would rather not see fall prey to whatever it is Lourdes is doing (even though Dorian is probably the one who can handle it the best) -- Raina folds her arms over her chest. ]
It's unlikely. She's doing this for a reason. Whether it's for attention or the result of lacking the social skills for building normal interpersonal relationships, that part I can't quite figure out.
[ But just in case the walls have ears and Lourdes is somewhere nearby, listening in -- she quickly adds on. ]
But it could be worse. Imagine being locked in a hospital instead.
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A
[Lourdes is, as always, attended by four bellboys-turned-bodyguards, who stand silently behind her as she leans against the side of the piano.]
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b;
She figured out his magic quick, so Billy hasn't had much of a chance to use it, and he's been sulky and cranky about it whenever he's had two minutes to himself. He cannot believe he has the misfortune to be here, with someone who can control his body, and maybe this is worse because here he is.
Stuck with Dorian Gray.]
I'm doing the best I can to be really cranky about this, okay?
[With the hopes she'll get bored faster]
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b
Golly gee, I don't know. After all, I must be too preoccupied with ten year old things to notice.
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OTA; all week
[ It's disconcerting to lose control of your body. And although the hotel is lovely, it isn't necessarily where she planned to spend her evening. The detour leaves her confused and as soon as she's in the lobby, Raina spares a glance around -- searching for others who are in the same predicament or for the culprit (and hoping it isn't Hannibal Lecter). ]
Hello? If I would have known I was going to be staying here, I might have packed some extra clothes.
[ Or any clothes. At all. ]
Nightclub
[ By this point, Raina has adjusted to her hostage situation. The accommodations are grand and it's certainly better than the jail SHIELD had held her in. But a prison is still a prison. And when she goes to the bar, she spares a sympathetic glance to the bartender before requesting a glass of red wine.
And once she gets her drink, she turns to the person nearest to her -- raising the glass. ]
Here's to making the most of our situation.
Room (either hers or someone else's)
[ Room service, trying on spare clothes from some of the guests, lounging around and taking some notes (obscure cellular data and ideas of things to research at work) -- these are some of the things Raina has occupied her time with. That, and entertaining guests. As a matter of fact, she turns to the current guest in her room and proposes the only suggestion that makes logical sense when in such a luxury suite. ]
Do you want to try out the jacuzzi?
None of the Above
[ Choose your own adventure! ]
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Sam, have some outfits delivered for this woman. Find out her size and favorite store. And make sure they use the back entrance.
[She pauses.]
Whoever brings them can stay here with us, too. Don't let them leave.
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Her room!
God, yes. If I'm going to be a hostage, I might as well do it in style.
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all week
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Have you been shown to your room yet?
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It's a bit into the hotel takeover week, and Dorian's seen Malcolm around. Now, he's decided to just bite the bullet and go introduce himself. After all, if they're going to be stuck here together for God knows how long, it only made sense to see who was who.
He's got two glasses of champagne in his hands as Dorian walks up to Malcolm, giving him a small smirk. ] Care for a drink?
[ God knows they both need it. ]
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[ Raina had two glasses of wine in her hand as she sauntered over to Malcolm, offering one in his direction. ]
I'm Raina. I believe I saw you on the network. I'm a fellow imPort as well.
[ She lifted the wrist bearing the REGISTERED tattoo in order to display it. ]
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All week;
After that, he got a little paranoid. Could she take over his magic, too? God, what a horrible thought - so he kept things relatively low-key. There was no sense in testing it out, in case she could just make him do whatever she wanted, and was only not because she wasn't aware of the full range of his abilities.
Anyway, at least she wasn't actually torturing people.
Well.
That music was pretty bad.]
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And sometimes she'll walk over and strike up a conversation.]
You need to relax.
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all week
[It seems Harry can't keep out of trouble even if he isn't particularly trying to get into any. The trip across town to the hotel entailed dropping off a suit for a client. Of course, the client related back to the names he'd been able to extract from the Soviet spy he captured last month, but otherwise, fairly routine. At least for him.
The first inkling that something is wrong comes from his client, who called him to postpone; he couldn't get into the hotel, the staff told him it was closed. Harry shifts the focus of his investigation immediately. He's still on edge from last month's swear in, and the distressed looks on most of the staff's faces don't help. As he quietly moves through the lobby, the picture draws itself together. As discreetly as possible he sends out a single, vague text to Eggsy: Eyes on the Palais.
A few men at the door look ready to shit their trousers when Harry makes a move to leave. Still, they get in his way, and Harry can't power through them in good conscience until he gets to the bottom of this. He blends in at the hotel bar easily enough to knock back some scotch, eavesdropping on the natives trapped here. Anger brews inside him, not because of the hostage situation itself-- he's navigated those before-- but the nature of it. How many more times would he have to watch people's free will be blatantly abused like this? And even if his power kept him free, how could he organize an escape without making the native population even more afraid of imPorts?]
B. Later on
[Harry keeps himself scarce when he isn't putting up the front of a besotted older businessman at the bar. He's still in the same suit he's worn all week, but not a thread looks out of place, because of course he found an ironing board somewhere.
The rooms didn't have easy escape routes for more than one or two people, and the staff stood on forced guard everywhere else. More than once Harry can be seen helping room service and the nightclub staff as they almost pass out from overwork, giving them new shoes from abandoned suitcases as they wear through their own and carrying anyone who can't keep going to unused rooms so they can sleep.
He keeps an eye on the outside through windows and the Network, but the girl at the source of it (who presumably hadn't been hugged enough as a child, he might note with aggravation), has kept people in the dark and at a distance. A waste of talent, really, from an espionage standpoint.
Either way, not only has the situation grown tedious, it's gotten dangerous, and he won't let civilians stand on that precipice for much longer.]
C. choose your own adventure!!
B
The accommodations are certainly wonderful and Lourdes has been doing her best to provide. But Raina has work to do, important research on imPorts. And she also can't exactly keep those she cares about safe from the threat of Hannibal Lecter while she's cooped up away from the rest of society. When she gets home, she certainly hopes there's a Frederick to return to.
But upon walking, she stumbles across a familiar face who seems somewhat occupied. Raina reaches him, offering a polite smile of greeting. ]
Mr. Hart. We keep having the most unusual run ins, don't we?
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B
When she passes Harry half-carrying an exhausted bellboy, she stops, frowning.]
Is he sick or just tired?
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All week
[Swanky hotel plus excellent service was good in Bela's book. As for a swanky hotel and being held captive? Not really her thing. She feels the need to have another holiday when she gets out of here.
For the time being, Bela is distracting herself with the fine food and the minibar, probably drinking to excess but who gives a damn? It's free and available and it's making her think about everything but being held hostage.
She's been using one of her powers to her advantage, persuading the staff to get her extra towels and goodies, anything to keep herself occupied. ]
b) Later
[ This had gone on long enough. Bela was getting out. For the past few hours she had been scoping the hotel, looking at every possible exit. Windows, doors, anything that looked like it could be opened. Like any good thief, Bela knew how to sneak around without anyone catching on to what she was doing.
She hoped that was the case for her now, that no one would realise what her plans were. ]
B
Excuse me!
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