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EVENT 01: Welcome to the Pentagon!
WELCOME TO THE PENTAGON!
Picture a Las Vegas sized hotel, but with no casino. It's just very big. And there is no gift shop.
The Pentagon welcomes you...
You wake up from a doze seated in a firm lobby chair. Walked through a set of automatic sliding doors, bag in tow. Where did you get that bag? Listen, don't worry about it.
Things to do:
OOC:
- I will make a receptionist thread. please feel free to add your character to the queue for a randomly selected room! if you would like to also have a conversation with one of our three randomly selected receptionists, please say so in your comment. thank. EDIT: room assignments are here! please add any new characters to any random rooms you like. if you change rooms, please be sure to update the spreadsheet. thank yoooou
- i'll make up how to make money and pay for stuff later. for now please don't starve just buy stuff it's Fine
- electricity works. there's local internet but search engines bring up very little about the area. gps does NOT work (for now)
- uh that's it i'm tired please tell me if i missed anything
Picture a Las Vegas sized hotel, but with no casino. It's just very big. And there is no gift shop.
The Pentagon welcomes you...
You wake up from a doze seated in a firm lobby chair. Walked through a set of automatic sliding doors, bag in tow. Where did you get that bag? Listen, don't worry about it.
- All guests to the Pentagon arrived with a medium-sized standard rolling bag. It is filled with any items they would have brought with them if they had time to pack a standard rolling bag before they left. Weapons are okay!
- All guests may bring one living animal. The animal will retain any powers it may have as long as it is not worldbreaking.
- All guests will have their powers. They will not be allowed to use it to break the world. They may break other things, but they will be pulled aside by one of the receptionists for a Talking To. They may be barred from the hotel for the night and it gets cold outside the Pentagon!
- Guests are not limited to standard entry to the hotel. However, if they break hotel property upon entry, they will be expected to pay for repairs. Method of payment will come as soon as I'm not fuckballs tired.
Things to do:
- Check in! There is a handy dandy receptionist at the front desk ready to take your name and your reservation. Yes, you have a reservation! It's here, in this shared suite. You don't remember making that reservation? What a pity. Well, while we get you resituated in the system, I suppose you will have to make peace with your roommate. Please don't fuck up your relationship with your roommate, that would be so terribly awkward. If you would like to trade rooms, that is fine, but please notify the front desk with all involved parties with the details of the room change! Also, please allow one day for admin to catch up with bookings before you trade rooms! Try to be nice to your one night roomie okay okaywelcome nerds. enjoy your stay!
- Get breakfast! A free continental breakfast is served from 6 am to 10 am. Please come by for fresh food!
- Chill in the lobby! When it isn't doubling as the breakfast area, the lobby area functions as both a waiting room, a meeting place, and a chill seating area in case you don't want to eat your gas station hotdog at the gas station like a neanderthal. wow.
- Find your room!Each suite has a:
- kitchenette (one pot, one pan, plastic silverware, paper plates and bowls. no food. that's at the gas station across the street.)
- microwave
- fridge (with drinks! you will have to pay for them if you take them. it's going to be Esspensive.)
- two beds (small, but very comfy)
- bathroom with bath and shower (with standard toiletries. if you need more, you can call the front desk! there are towels, but if you make a real mess, call the front desk for fresh ones.)
- toilet (no bidet)
- closet (3 hangers, one extra set of sheets, one extra comforter, two extra pillows, a small ironing board, an iron)
- shared side table (two drawer compartments, one for each bed; there are outlets for electronics)
- wardrobe (just one, but it's big! please share.)
- desk with rolling chair (just one! again, please share. also: a notepad with a cheap ballpoint pen, a phone, and a phone directory for standard hotel amenities)
- pullout bed couch (for more guests! this bed is far less comfy than the standard beds.)
- television (with standard cable and standard trash programming. nothing particular stands out about the programming.)
- book shop? ... There is a bookshop where the gift shop should be. Where did it come from? Perhaps it's always been there, in the same way the faceless staff of the Pentagon have always been there. There is currently caution tape over the front entrance. Although the entrance isn't locked, it is not advised to enter the bookshop early. Who knows what might happen (the people who were in the City knows what will happen no don't touch that—)
- gas station? across the street? The street stretches into the horizon. This place is flat. so very flat. but there's a gas station.- fresh produce (limited, but good variety. may be slightly wilted.)How do you pay? the gas station guy will charge it to your room! Who's paying for your room? Erm. Tehe. pero
- standard basic groceries (including pet food for your Living Creatures)
- liquor section (we in the south now boyzzz)
- lotto ticket machine (?)
- chargers/small electronics
- wall o candy
- basic amenities and toiletries(fancier than hotel amenities but not by much)
- magazines!
- slushy machine
- coffee machine
- rolling hotdogs
- hot fast food
- car maintenance products. you know. for your car
- gas station guy. nice guy
You can also go to the gas station guy and buy a bus ticket to Sin City for a vacay. Sin City is great! Lots to do in Sin City. Buses to Sin City leave every Wednesday evening — don't be late! However, after a month at maximum, you will be back in your room in the Pentagon. Guess the hotel likes you!
Other hotel amenities. This hotel isn't 5 star, but it isn't 3 star either! Standard fancy hotel amenities, such as a small gym, a pool and sauna, a well maintained laundry room, a small spa, and a business center with computers and print station also exist. The only amenity that does not exist is the standard fancy hotel restaurant. Make your food yourselves!!
OOC:
- I will make a receptionist thread. please feel free to add your character to the queue for a randomly selected room! if you would like to also have a conversation with one of our three randomly selected receptionists, please say so in your comment. thank. EDIT: room assignments are here! please add any new characters to any random rooms you like. if you change rooms, please be sure to update the spreadsheet. thank yoooou
- i'll make up how to make money and pay for stuff later. for now please don't starve just buy stuff it's Fine
- electricity works. there's local internet but search engines bring up very little about the area. gps does NOT work (for now)
- uh that's it i'm tired please tell me if i missed anything
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[Literally anything Syrlya can call him??]
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[ The medicine seller's affect is so flat, it's probably tempting to think that he's being sarcastic, or taking the piss. Is he? He begins to open his suitcase, peering inside. Just as he thought: there's literally nothing inside. He has everything he needs in his box. ]
In my trade, a name beyond what is required of my position oft bears no significance. If my honored customer Syrlya wishes it, though...
[ The medicine seller turns to his gigantic box and opens a drawer, rummaging in it until he pulls out a handkerchief in the same color as the one wrapping his hair. He lays it on the ground, untying it and spreading it out. A small handful of bones lie in its center. ]
Is my customer familiar with bone scrying?
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And the customer thing.]
Not well, I'll admit. [But his attention is suitably pulled away from his (light) luggage and he approaches the opposite side of the display.] I think I've heard of it as something necromancers practice.
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Your query is for my name. While it's a fine query, there are some questions I'd like for the querant to consider. For example, does my customer wish to name me, or to seek a name for me that exists? In the case of the latter, "hey, you", "scoundrel" and "con artist" would all be suitable terms.
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I wouldn't presume the right to name you. [He looks up.] But I do wish to know what name exists that you actually like to be called.
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[ With flint and steel, he lights the herbs in the bowl on fire; smelling bitter and rather strong, smoke curls around them as the medicine seller puts the flint and steel away. He takes up the handful of bones, which, upon closer inspection, are more a collection of bones, sticks, small gemstones, and teeth. ]
I go by the title that others give me: the man who sells medicine. A medicine seller, if you like. This is the Truth. Does the name Syrlya hold the same Truth?
[ With the bowl set in a corner of the handkerchief, the medicine seller tosses the bones, scattering them across the fabric. He peers at the results, a finger to his chin in thought. ]
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The question catches him off guard and he blinks rapidly as he parses it.] Well it feels right enough. It is the name I awoke with after all.
[And memories of the Dream are mostly fuzzy after leaving it, but he's sure he must have found it there to have known it. He's never really thought about it. Parents name their children normally, right?]
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[ There are some traces of magic, in the sense that all ritual used properly taps into magic itself: there's no real magic in the items nor the medicine seller, but there is magic in the way the pieces fall. The medicine seller hums. ]
I see that you ask out of convenience, but an answer left to its own devices sits poorly with you. Such a reckless pursuit of Truth when your own Truth is abstract in nature. Does an answer that feels proper and true satisfy you, Syrlya?
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I had not realized asking your name was such an involved task. Pardon me, I would have approached with more care if so. [Syrlya shakes his head and takes a moment to think.] But yes, I would say so.
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The medicine seller looks at the results, and collects the bones again, giving them another toss. ]
Forgive my fastidious attention to my customers' desires. I do always desire to give what is asked, if possible... I only regard my scrying to see what answers I might supply you.
But if a mirror of truth suffices... Mmm. Well, the name of my position is not a falsification. Neither is yours, rootless as it may be. Identity is, as always, a choice.
[ The medicine seller puts a finger to his chin in thought... then tugs at his chin. It is a very subtle magic, the way his face falls off like a mask in his hand. When he looks up at Syrlya, his face is quite smooth, skin with no features at all. When he speaks, his voice comes from the mask in his hand, even though the lips of it do not move. ]
Have you met the staff of this establishment? They look like so.
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Hm? Oh, yes, I saw them. [Such human-like constructs are discomfiting, though.] I assume they have something to do with this "truth"?
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[ The medicine seller puts a finger to the canvas of his face and, without any apparent source of ink, draws a henohenomoheji onto it. ]
One is, after all, a combination of who one is and who one chooses to be. Perhaps the staff haven't made a decision in that respect...
[ BREEP BREEP BREEP BREEP. Well, if there is any question of whether the fire alarms work, there's the answer. Without missing a beat, the medicine seller looks to the device. In that small movement, his face has returned. ]
Oh? What is that?
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[He jolts at the shrill noise, jerking his attention right up to stare at the beeping device.] Goodness! Is it some sort of alarm?
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After a pause, the medicine seller frowns. It does seem to be an alarm of some sort, but what it might be signaling, the medicine seller cannot say. He gets up from his bones, walks over to the offending device, and stands directly under it. A slip of paper appears in his hand. He tosses it upward, and as though it is a dead leaf in a storm, it slaps against the device. This does nothing, but the medicine seller puts his finger to his chin in thought, as though the lack of reaction fascinates him. ]
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Let me take a look. [Given the paper slapped on did nothing. Syrlya rises to his feet and drags over a chair so that he can get himself on level with the fire alarm. He looks from one side to the other before wiggling it until the face comes off to reveal the wires connecting it to the electric.]
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