TEST DRIVE MEME 002

[happyheartsstaff]

HAPPY HEARTS HOTEL

You wake up in a padded box. It rocks, gently, as though suspended in mid-air. You begin to stir, confusion or distress pushing you to try to sit up — and then the air begins to smell sweet, and you fall back asleep.

You wake up in a padded box. For a moment, you are beatifically calm. You don't know how you got here, or why, but that isn't really all that important. You don't need to know where you are. You're just... here. And here is a wonderful place to be.

But there is a niggling suspicion growing in the back of your mind. A suspicion that here is not somewhere you wanted to be. That it is not where you're supposed to be. You remember... chasing a white rabbit (or was it a person)? A mirror? Bright light, and green ivy crawling over your skin... Before you can worry too much, the box jolts, and then settles, and after a long moment the walls fall from around you to reveal —

A hotel lobby?

"Welcome to the Happy Hearts Hotel and Casino," says an attendant behind a desk. "We're so pleased you could join us. We have your room keys and Empathies here, please make an orderly line and we'll hand them out once we've confirmed identities. After that, feel free to explore the hotel! We highly recommend starting with the casino. Everyone's a winner here in Happy Hearts!"

Is this normal? It doesn't feel normal. And hey — you could swear you had shoes before!

I. THIS IS OUR GET ALONG SHIRT

You haven't been at the hotel long when you run into another Oyster. Hardly unusual for the hotel, after all. But there's something about this person, something that draws you in. Do you know them? Perhaps they're from your world, perhaps you've seen them around the hotel before, or perhaps you've never met at all?

No matter. Hopefully you enjoy this person's company, because suddenly you're unable to go more than a few feet away from each other. Maybe it's like a cord that snaps you both back together when you try, invisible but somehow there all the same. Maybe it's a feeling, a desire to stay together, a fear of being apart. Maybe it's physical pain when you're separated, and the sensation of comfort or pleasure when you're together. Maybe it's any combination of the above.

Whatever it is, looks like you'll be getting to know each other very well. The connection doesn't appear to be going away any time soon.

II. HONORARY STAFF FOR A DAY

It seems the hotel is a little short-handed at the moment. Why? Oh, no particular reason. These things happen to every establishment, of course. But since you're here, would you mind lending a hand? It's a two person job, and the staff member giving out assignments is just far too busy to help. Find a partner and report to your assigned area! They're preparing for something very exciting the Queen is putting on for guests. And of course, you'll be rewarded for your assistance.

There are a number of possible tasks that you could be assigned to.

Perhaps you'll be asked to assist with food preparation. You and your partner will be granted temporary access to the back area of the buffet to work with the kitchen staff — you can cook, can't you? Well. Perhaps you can put together some sandwiches. It will soon be clear that the food you're helping to prepare is all things that would be perfect for a picnic. Staff members will cheerfully inform anyone asking questions that the food is for the Queen's special surprise.

Or perhaps you'll be put to work sorting and cataloging a large inventory of items. Sleeping bags, tarps, pillows, toiletries, first aid kits, fire starting materials; all must be counted and sorted. A staff member will hand out a number of backpacks, and request that each be packed with one of every item. Not to worry about the size — each pack will have exactly enough room to store all the items.

Still others may be placed in a room lined with bookcases overflowing with books and loose leaf pamphlets. Examination of these will find that all are related to identifying native Wonderland plant life. Some are about edible plants, some discuss those that are medicinal, or poisonous, or likely to try to eat you should you get too close. Buried in all of that, you may even stumble across a particular poem. You will be given heavy card paper, pens and water colors, and tasked with condensing the information into portable, easy to read info packets.

At the end of the work shift, anyone who assists will have the expressed gratitude of the staff members they supported. They will also find an additional item from home, aside from what they were carrying with them, waiting for them in their room.

III. TIME TO UNWIND

What better way to unwind after a long day of work than with a massage? A staff member will hand you a token for the hotel spa. Yes, yes, all services are free, but this is an enhanced service. Premium massage oils, access to a relaxing tea, the devoted attention of the most skilled massage therapist, all for you.

When you arrive to take advantage of the offer, you'll find another Oyster waiting there as well. Did the staff member not mention it was a couple's massage? Oh dear, it must have slipped their mind. Or perhaps they just assumed, given how so many of you Oysters seem to be in pairs. Well, you're both here, you might as well take advantage of it.

Or perhaps something that gets the heart pumping is more to your speed than relaxation. A staff member may excitedly tell you about a rave occurring at the The Rabbit Hole nightclub. Invitation only, of course, but the staff member is happy to tell you the code to get in.

There is indeed a party in full swing at the club that night. Live music, flashing lights, alcohol flowing freely, the works. You may find that the alcohol packs more of a punch than you're used to. You may even find that drinks that are supposed to be nonalcoholic, ones that you've had before in other parts of the hotel, suddenly pack quite a punch as well.

It's all in the name of enjoying yourself, right? Hopefully you won't be too hungover in the morning.

IV. WELCOME HOME

Maybe you just want to be alone — well, that's what you have your room key for! Oysters room on the second and third floors of the hotel, one to a room. You were assured your room would be exactly what you'd always wished for — and for some, that's right! It's exactly as you would have decorated it yourself. But for others, their rooms are totally wrong. A grizzled cowboy can't have a pink room! Hotel staff are firm, though: every room is exactly as its owner wants it to be. Search your feelings, Oyster. You know it to be true.

On each bed are the Oysters' personal effects, minus weapons, as well as a towel folded in the shape of a heart, and a single foil-wrapped chocolate. If eaten, the chocolate is delicious, and incites a feeling of tender warmth in Oysters — not lust, but a desire for closeness. Why spend time in your room, when you could go find a new friend in the casino?

For purposes of the TDM, you're welcome to play with having more than one linked partner! If you choose to app in the next round after playing on the TDM, there will be an extra add on to the application for you to claim your additional item from home. Please direct any questions to the first comment on this page, and happy playing, Oysters!

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[happyheartsstaff]

Wei Wuxian | Mo Dao Zu Shi

[scaredofdogs]

I. This is our get along shirt

Wei Wuxian has just noticed another influx of new people and so he went down to the casino to try and see if anyone was looking particularly lost or in need of some calming down. He is currently on a pair of crutches that he is still trying to get used to..but at least it means he doesn't have to be carried everywhere. He's already felt like too much of a burden to both the Lan Wangji's with this injury. But he still promised to not walk on it. As he hops around the hotel, at least this time he doesn't notice any odd foods being laid out anywhere. he had certainly been prepared to warn people away from them.

As he comes around the corner, he isn't paying enough attention and accidentally runs into someone. He stumbles a little on the crutches and there is a little flailing as he tries to keep himself upright. A small flinch as that foot comes in contact with the floor but he is far more concerned about the person he ran into. "Ah! Sorry about that..Are you okay?"


II. Honorary Staff for the Day
Still injured and at the mercy of anyone who can carry him (already exhausted with fighting with the crutches), he has agreed to help out in the book area. What they ask him to do..and what he actually will be doing are two very different things.

Wei Wuxian isn't terribly interested in the books on plants, but he is interested in the watercolors and paper that the staff had given them to use. So instead of writing out pamphlets or whatever it is that they actually wanted him to be doing..he is drawing with the brushes. In a way it reminds him of the time at Cloud Recesses and the library...He should have been copying rules and instead he was drawing a picture of Lan Wangji.

This time he plays with drawing different things, landscapes of home based on what he can remember of them, animals..basically anything that he feels up to drawing while he waits for his companion to finish doing actual work.

He pushes his latest creation towards the person next to him and grins, "What do you think?" It's a lovely watercolor of the hotel pool...only with an actual sun instead of a fake one.


III. Time to Unwind

Somehow he has ended up at the spa. It's not a place he has ever been to before so he's looking around and kind of taking it all in. He figured he could use a little stress relief after the last couple weeks. He vaguely listens to what the staff says about their available options and just says he wants a massage, completely missing the part about 'couples'. But when they say that two people must go into the room together he finds it a little odd.

He looks over and smiles at the person that is at the spa with him. "What do you think? Should we give it a try?"


Wildcard - Bunny on the Loose
(forward dated to two weeks after previous event end)

Despite the fact he doesn't particularly trust the queen or her tactics..he can't help but still be curious about the teas he was given. His ankle is newly healed and although still a little tender at times, he is back to walking without support. And he has been waiting until just that time to finally try another tea. And one is sitting there simply begging for him to drink it. With the name "shape shifting" scrolled across it, he wonders just whose ability he is about to gain. He drinks the tea and gives it a few minutes to kick in before going to the mirror in the bathroom and practices. He has an inclination about what this tea will do and he just has to figure out how to master it.

The first thing he does is watch as his face transforms into the one he used to have. He never thought he'd be able to look into those eyes again. Of course now it doesn't really matter considering someone with this face is also here..With a sigh he goes back to normal. So then he decides to try something a little more difficult. He thinks really hard about it and after a second he notices that he is getting much smaller and within another few seconds he is in complete darkness.

"hey..what is going on.." Finally after a little fumbling around he emerges into the light..only to realize the transformation apparently wasn't perfect and he had been buried in his clothes which were now much too big for his tiny furry form. He hops out and turns to sniff at the abandoned garments.

"Wonder how I fix that..." Well..it's not his power really so it isn't much of a problem. It's not like he intends to change back in the middle of the hotel. So he hops his way to the door..a far longer trip then it used to be and tilts his head up to stare at the door handle. Another interesting conundrum. So after a little maneuvering and unshape-shifting so that he can reshape shift outside the door (and making sure no is around because..well..no clothing..) he finally manages to make it into the hallway.

"Victory!" Now...to see what this little furry body can do. He starts hopping off in the direction of the elevator. He might not be able to push buttons but certainly someone will come around eventually that will want to escort this new furry bunny body downstairs.

So come and play with a dark gray/black bunny Wei Wuxian!

(ooc: Open to new and old CR alike! He's been here awhile so feel free to ask him for advice! Select one or several scenarios if you want! Can do them as different comments or we can combine the experiences into one. I will match whatever you chose!)

bunny

[billowing]

Lan Wangji would never freely admit that he really likes the rabbits that dot the mountains behind his home. He would also never freely admit that, now that Lan Yi is gone, he is the one who fashions new headbands for the kits, and that some of his fondest memories are of placing A-Yuan in the middle of a colony of curious white bunnies.

He is surprised when he sees a little gray one by the elevator, looking quite lost and also as if it had rolled around in smoke. Oh no, it's cute...

Slowly and calmly he walks around, and lowers himself down not to scare the poor thing, gently reaching out to scoop it up into his arms, careful not to startle it. "You are not supposed to be here," he admonishes, though there's no bite in his tone. He is, after all, speaking to a rabbit.

He approaches the elevator, and does in fact, decide to take the rabbit downstairs.

To the dining hall. To get it some lettuce and carrots. And possibly ask any of the guests if they are missing a lovely charcoal rabbit with cute beady eyes and somehow looks like it's naturally smiling. Okay, maybe he won't give such a detailed description.

bunny

[inquiryguqin]

Another day in the hotel. It's the same scene outside and still trapped here for weeks, months and it's difficult to find anything to pass the time. The staff told him about the library and that's where he is to spend his time for the afternoon as he's going down.

The elevator opens to his floor and that's where he sees the bunny. He tilted his head, because he recognized this breed back in Gusu, a black rabbit. He does a double-take because he remembered he raised that black rabbit in particular and tied a red ribbon around its neck.

Without saying a word, he kneels to his knees to scoop the bunny in his arms. Lan Wangji shows a side of himself that Wei Ying hardly sees. He gives a scritch between his ears, strokes the long elongated rabbit ears, and makes a soft kissy sound. When he pressed the small body to his chest, it's the same spot he tends to place Wei Ying close to his heart.

He has no intention to leave the rabbit alone as he carries him in his arms to the room where they have a library and he's picking books off the shelves to read and study.

Jet Link | Cyborg 009/009 RE: Cyborg

[metalicarus]

This is our Get Along Shirt:
Jet strode through the lobby, hands tucked into his Air-Force-issued bomber jacket, gaze lost in the middle-distance of whatever was ahead of him. His mind was elsewhere, purposefully avoiding his overly-fancy surroundings and the little read-outs on his HUD that told him there was a disconnect in his systems. The disconnect from his family. His mind was in Venice, wondering what the others would do when the realized he was gone. Would they think he'd been kidnapped by his old government, the NSA finally catching up to him? Or would they think he'd fucked off again, deciding he didn't actually want to reconcile? Joe wouldn't. Maybe not Francoise, either. But GB? Geronimo? Would Albert think that?

He was so lost in this slow downward spiral of thoughts, he really didn't notice when he was about to shoulder-check some poor person.

"Jesus! Watch where you're going!" The Bronx-native in him flared up and he instantly regretted it; he was the one lost in dreamland. "Sorry. You ok?"

Honorary Staff
It wasn't like he had much else to do, and while he wasn't thrilled to be here, that didn't mean he was about to sulk around or do nothing, so help seemed like a decent enough way to pass the time.

At least, it seemed decent.

As soon as they lead him to the buffet, Jet could feel his stomach drop. They supposedly knew him, right? They knew this would be a bad idea, Right?

Any hope they were maybe bringing him back to help wash dishes or something died as they stopped him in front of the food itself. He glanced around at the prep table, eyes catching on both familiar and unfamiliar foods. And spices...oh god, there were so many spices, what the hell even were those?

"Maybe I could...microwave something?" The person abandoning him here stopped to helpfully inform him that wasn't an option and not how things were done.

"Cold cuts, then. Sandwiches?" Someone else had that covered, thanks for offering! And his 'helpful' staff member vanished, leaving Jet floundering and helpless and staring at the table like it was an alien.

"Maybe if I pour enough ketchup on it, they won't notice how much it sucks."

Welcome Home
This was all...much. First kidnapped, then told his emotions were going to be harnessed or whatever, not a single sign of his family anywhere and nothing but static through the mental connection. The last thing he wanted was to sleep in some unfamiliar room, but they swore it was 'tailored to him' whatever the hell that meant, he certainly didn't trust his kidnappers to actually do anything kind.

Visions of the small Air Force barracks in mind, Jet went to the room that was meant to be his and opened the door. And froze.

Inside, a low-set bed was featured in the center, a little larger than one person would need. The decor was reminiscent of traditional Japanese style, including that dumb bonsai-tree looking pattern Jet had scoffed at so many years ago. Now he could kiss it.

And yet he found himself frozen in the doorway, staring. This room had been destroyed, set aflame by the cyborg assassins that destroyed Kozomi's house. Even the little touches he'd initially put in there were before him, a small plane model. The miniature motorcycle that had sparked the long-held debate between himself and Joe over Japanese or American-style bike. It shouldn't be there, but it was.

"What the ever-loving fuck."

Honorary Staff

[sizeofyourbaggage]

Sam'd been assigned the kitchen, but honestly, that's probably what he would've picked anyway. Not necessarily for the chance to cook - though sure, it's something he enjoys and he's glad to do it - but definitely for the access to a previously off limits area.

All right, and the access to knives that are a little better than the steak knives he keeps smuggling out of the buffet. If he's lucky, no one's notice if he pockets one, and maybe this time it won't mysteriously disappear on him.

He's mostly listening in on people's conversations as they work, because you never know when you're gonna overhear one staff talking to the other. His attentions caught by that comment about ketchup, though, and he can't help but shoot him a grin.

"It'd work on me. But that's probably not saying much, considering I lived on field rations for years."

Get Along Shirt

[lunchbreaks]

He practically shrieks when Jet shoulder-checks him, and he mutters out a sorry though the expression on his face is confused, as if he expects Jet to be the one saying sorry.

He tries to make a quick getaway, but for whatever reason, he feels a stabbing feeling in his heart, and he pats himself gently on the chest thinking this stupid human body must be suffering from indigestion or something. He really hopes it's not a heart attack. Oh, no, that really isn't going away, is it?

"Ah, if you wouldn't mind-- sorry, I think I might need some medical attent..."

But as soon as he looks back at Jet, the pain goes away.

Lannistia Lavellan | Dragon Age

[worldtosave]

Honorary Staff for the Day
Lannistia was nothing if not helpful...and terribly curious about what sort of 'camping gear' they might be needing to pack. Especially when they were, supposedly, not allowed out of the hotel. This seemed like the best way to do some snooping.

Of course, she didn't quite expect the entire mess of supplies that awaited her. She stepped softly around everything to place herself in the sort-of middle as she pulled the first bag towards her. A system would be more helpful, one where each person packed one thing, but it was just her and a pile of stuff for now.

"I hope they didn't expect this done by a certain time." She muttered to no one, but began gathering one of each of the various things she could see. After she had one of each, she inspected each of them before putting them into the pack.

"A fire starting kit, but no hunting knives. That seems both ridiculous and overly cautious..." Today was a day for talking to herself, apparently.


Time To Unwind
Being a Dalish elf, Lannistia had never had the opportunity to indulge in a massage before. Well, rather she'd never taken it. Josephine had offered to find someone and Vivienne swore she knew the best 'masseuse' in ALL OF Orlais, but Lanni had never seen the point. Besides, there were surely better things to do with her time as Inquisitor.

Here, however, those things were not in play, as much as that fact tore at her. She couldn't do anything about it right now. Might as well try something new, right?

She got to the parlor and the attendant seemed nice enough, showing her where to go to change and providing an (admittedly fluffy) towel to wrap around her small frame, but then she was asked to wait. Wait for what? For her partner. And she surely didn't like the implying tone the attendant used when she said that word 'partner.'

So she waited, fingers toying with the hem of her towel and a bit self-conscious that she had very little but small-clothes on underneath it as she sat in some unknown room for some unknown person she'd been 'matched' with.

This was a mistake.

Time to Unwind

[equivocations]

An opportunity for relaxation sounds like exactly what Lan Xichen needs right now - the massage therapist, less so, but he's confident in his ability to politely decline any services that he isn't comfortable with. He'd seen the sauna room in the hotel spa when he and Meng Yao managed to find their way into the back room to speak to the staff, and he couldn't help but be intrigued.

So he's at the spa, asking questions about the services to try to better understand what he's in for - this place is very different from his world, after all - when the staff spot his token and light up.

And he gives in, because he is tense and it does sound wonderfully relaxing, when they talk about the healing properties. Who's to say he can't try new things? He'd spent over a week wearing clothes that were decidedly not traditional. Granted, he's back to wearing his usual clothing now that the cooling system is functioning again, but still.

He isn't entirely convinced to completely undress before he enters the room, though, so when he's ushered in he's only stripped of his blue outer robe and is carrying it and a towel over his arm.

Only to find that he is absolutely not alone as he had anticipated, and that -

That is a whole lot of skin oh no. His eyes immediately find a spot on the wall to look at just past her.

"Please excuse me, I - They must have directed me to the wrong room, I meant no disrespect."

yan bingyun | joy of life

[bingyun]

this is our get along shirt.

It happens for Yan Bingyun sooner than most - the doubts and suspicions, fighting against whatever it was that tried to keep him calm during his arrival. And he certainly appears calm on the outside.

On the inside is a different story.

They know who he is here. Bingyun has no idea where they got their information, but he's deeply unsettled at the thought of how much else they might know. It bothers him for reasons far beyond his own safety.

During his pacing, he lifts his eyes and locks them with another. Yan Binyun finds himself drawn to them - to make friends is a good way of getting information. But when he changes his mind at the last second - he can't change his mind. He's continually drawn to them like a moth to the flame.

honorary staff for a day.

He doesn't want to help, and has every intention of resisting. But when he's brought to the big room full of books, his resolve quickly weakens. He goes to the nearest bookcase and pulls the heaviest one out, quickly flipping through its pages. Bingyun pulls out a second, and a third, and finds that they're all pretty much the same.

So he starts to read, brow furrowing as he does. There are illustrations too, which he pauses on to memorize. Finally, he lifts his head to actually speak to whoever he's been assigned to work with.

"Do you really think this information can be trusted?"

welcome home.

He finds his room to be simple, cozy. Yan Bingyun walks the perimeter of it a dozen times or more, eyeing every inch of the walls, touching the soft pillows on the bed. His Kingdom has given him everything that he's ever needed, he doesn't want any of this place's luxuries.

That's also why there's nothing on his bed. Without his sword, what does he really have? Even the home and possessions that he had in Northern Qi were never really his. They were all apart of his disguise, belongings of a man who never really existed.

He sighs, sits on the end of the bed and finally picks up the chocolate. He's suspicious of it, just like he's suspicious of everything. But what's the worst that can happen? They poison him? He's not afraid of death. So he eats it, and soon finds himself on the wrong side of his door. Where does he think he's going? For what purpose? Bingyun continues to stand on the outside of his room, looking confused and more than a little hopeless.

honorary staff

[billowing]

Resisting would not have been a good idea, as Lan Wangji had recently discovered with Wei Ying. In fact, Lan Wangji shoots Bingyun a look of slight confusion, because of course the information cannot be trusted, but they'd agreed not to talk about this aloud. Also, where did he get those clothes?

"It does not matter if we are not the ones consuming it."

He lifts his brush and dips it into the watercolor, using it as more of a gouache, though he finds the materials to be cheap and of little utility. "No one will take this document seriously." He passes Bingyun his first completed pamphlet with rainbow colors and absolutely impeccable handwriting. The illustrations are missing, and he clearly intends for Bingyun to do the drawing part.

welcome home

[sadflutenoises]

After a long and confusing day, Wei Wuxian was eager to get back to his, well Lan Zhan's room, and fall into bed. Tired as he was though, it was impossible not to notice his own face, looking dazed and confused. Just how many Wei Wuxians could be in one place?!

The closer he got though, the more their confused expressions began to match. When had he ever owned clothing like this? Or a fancy guan in place of his red ribbon? Or worn his hair back so severely? Was this in his future? There was no way Lan Zhan would make him start dressing like this, was there?

He cleared his throat, looking his twin up and down.

"I'm guessing you have some questions..." he started, rubbing idly at the end of his nose.

Wei Wuxian | The Untamed

[sadflutenoises]

I. This is our get along shirt
It'd been a rough few days, but Wei Wuxian was glad to stretch sore muscles and be able to walk around the hotel without breaking into a sweat. He was starting to get used to wearing the more casual clothing offered here, and enjoyed a nice slouchy pair of athletic pants but the tank top and oversized cardigan he wore did almost nothing to hide the smattering of bruises and marks across his neck and shoulders.

He was eager to grab some breakfast before doing some rounds about the hotel, checking where staff was lacking, if there were any more places woefully unguarded. His earlier exploration had made him a tiny bit more cautious, but it wasn't enough to keep him away for long. He'd seen the new boxes start showing up in the lobby once again, and while he was curious, there were plenty of faces he'd rather not see.

So he watches from a safe distance, scanning for newcomers. Pity he doesn't watch his back though, because when he turns around, he runs straight into another resident before stumbling backward.

II. Staff for a day
Unfortunately, it looks like grabbing breakfast at the buffet may have been a mistake. Before he's even half-finished with his meal, there's a harried staff member dragging volunteers to help with a project in the kitchens. Curious, as ever, he let himself be led to the back food prep area.

After a few unsuccessful attempt to help add a bit more flavor, he was relegated to sandwich duty. Slapping together cured meats and other ingredients from a structured list. They did, however, set him in easy reaching distance of the freshly sliced peppers, so he made sure to slip a few in, even if they weren't on the list. Probably just an oversight. The staff member had looked rather stressed out.

III. Time to unwind
It was difficult to get Wei Wuxian well and truly drunk. Even with the stronger drink in the bars, he had a high tolerance. So when only two drinks in, he fell in a wobbly heap against the nearest wall, it was a lucky thing he was already far too drunk to let it sting his pride.

When he'd first heard about the rave, secret codes, and more, he wasn't entirely sure what to expect, other than that drinks would be served. The heavy beat of music, the lights, and fluorescent colors; what world or culture had parties like this? The dizzying blur of lights and sounds and bodies dancing in rhythm though, it was hard not to want to join in.

III.

[inquiryguqin]

He overheard about a nightclub hidden somewhere in the hotel. A staff member tipped him off, gave him a code. He kept the code memorized because if there is one thing about a party served with drinks and starting at late nights, he has an intuition that this is where Wei Wuxian is going to hang out against his better judgment.

So every night, at a certain late hour, making his patrols because there isn't much to do on the hotel and he doesn't sleep much, he does have one duty, and that's making sure none of the Wei Wuxian's get themselves into trouble and become so intoxicated, that they will be injured and hurt themselves. And what if an incident where the hotel shifted and become imprisoned happens again?

It's only a patrol check. So one night, when Lan Wangji came in to patrol and check into the club. He was expecting to see Wei Wuxian, either one of them and lo and behold, he found Wei Wuxian leaning on the wall, looking rather ill.

"Wei Ying? Wei Ying, you hit your limit."

Matt Murdock | Marvel Netflix or Fasti CRAU (still deciding)

[blessmefather]

[ Character 101: Matt is blind thus the cane. He has super senses- so crazy amazing smell, touch, hearing, taste, sense of balance, etc. and he's a masked vigilante at home. Fasti was a game in Ancient Rome with Roman gods vs. the Titans where characters fought as the gods' soldiers. ]

Get Along Shirt [canon flavor]

[ Matt wasn't off to the best start cooperating and acting friendly with the staff. So it wasn't a surprise they gave him his distance when he was "tamed" and finally started exploring the hotel. They gave him his cane and backed well out of arm or leg's reach.

He meant to wander alone- what were the chances he could trust anyone? But as he walked through the halls his arm reached out seemingly of its own accord, to grab for someone he was about to pass.

Matt blinks in surprise behind his glasses and goes a little red for a second when he realizes what just happened. What was that-? ]

Sorry. Uh. Could you help me find my way around? I just arrived.

[ He offers a smile and lifts the long white cane in his other hand like a peace offering. Help a blind guy out? ]

Honorary Staff [Fasti CRAU flavor]

I thought nobody can leave the hotel. Is this for a pretend camping trip or is there a green house I wasn't told about?

[ Matt is tasked with filling backpacks. He's not about to complain about the work, they could be making the captives do far worse, but it doesn't make sense to pack in a place they can't leave. Are they packing for somebody else? ]

Time to Unwind [canon flavor]

No I- I'm fine. This isn't necessary.

[ God, these spa people- At first when he'd been lured into the spa he was trying to be friendly, make up for his "bad behavior" resisting the staff when he had first woken up in the lobby, but now that they had him inside they were even more pushy. ]

Do I look like I need a massage that badly? Is there something people aren't telling me?

[ He laughs nervously, trying to add some humor to his resistance. One of the workers already took away his jacket, the other tells him to relax like a broken record player and rushes to strip him down more. Scars and several bruises decorate his body- that would be the biggest reason for his resistance. The worker simply clicks their tongue and insists, "You need this!"

When Matt realizes he hears another person in the room besides the staff he goes quiet. "Couple's massage." Suddenly he feels very naked. ]

Wildcard [ PM this account or try thoughtbubble ]

get along shirt!

[avvocato]

[ Foggy's not completely proud of this, but there's definitely the distinct possibility that he gave a startled, slightly too high pitched yelp when he felt a hand grabbing at him out of no where.

Or, you know, not out of no where, but that's what he gets for focusing too much on his surroundings and not enough on who's walking by, but still.

He turns to ask what the hell, but freezes when he sees who it is.

And is also not completely proud of the little bit of relief he feels, but it's there anyway. ]

Matt? Wait, if you're here, too - what are the chances that we just had a little too much to drink and ended up in Atlantic City?

staff

[lunchbreaks]

I'm not sure. They don't really make it a habit of telling us anything.

[ He starts to pack, but he realizes he's mixed up some of his things with some of Matt's. ]

Oh-- so sorry, hold on, I've taken some of your items.

[ He tries to sort them out. ]

Claire Temple | MCU (Netflix)

[theluckygirl]

honorary staff

It isn't exactly her field of expertise, but Claire has agreed to help and currently working at a table with the clerical swag she's been given to see the task through. Being fairly new in the hotel, the information she's meant to transferring into a handy-dandy portable pamphlet.

But first, she's reading it through, if only because there is some very interesting stuff about the medicinal properties of some plants. It makes her wonder if they are actually there in the hotel.


time to unwind

Claire admits to feeling a bit tight in the shoulders, though having been to corners of the multiverse before makes the displacement less jarring and indeed easier to handle. Still, this place was a great deal more bizarre than the settlement was. So, when the token for the spa is given, the night nurse is all over that.

With only a towel around her, Claire emerges and immediately looks at the other person with a look of surprise which shifts into confusion. She looks from the extra person to the staff member.

"Did I get the time wrong?" Claire waits for an answer and when she's told there was a mistake and the time was slotted for a "couple", she laughs. "You know what? Take the spot. I can come back another time."

honorary staff

[sizeofyourbaggage]

When the staff start putting the call out for some extra hands, Sam debated a little bit before eventually volunteering. After the last couple of weeks, he's trying to avoid calling attention to himself, but it's not like he's really going to say no when someone's asking for help.

That, and he can't resist the chance to get access to places they're not usually allowed in, even if he knows they're probably going to be watched all the time.

The staff explain the task and direct him to the book room, where someone else is apparently already going at it. He shoots her a small, friendly smile.

"Man, they're roping us all in to get this stuff done, huh? You find anything worthwhile in all this?"

frank castle ╼ nmcu

[warstory]

I. GET ALONG SHIRT.

It's been a long day the day before and even longer night--it's always been hard for Frank to sleep and the unfamiliar yet strangely familiar surroundings along with his bed, too soft, keep him from fully dozing off. And yet, he still feels better when he awakens from a small nap than he has in a long time, which is almost more disconcerting than waking up in a seemingly different world.

However, it's been over forty-eight hours since he last ate which is easy to ignore, paranoid of what could possibly be in the food, but no water is another story. So, that's when Frank breaks and heads down to what looks to be a buffet. That's where he piles up a plate full of duck bacon (he hasn't had duck bacon since he was a kid, and it looks so good and crispy that he can't help himself), the fluffiest omelet he's ever seen in his life, and potatoes. With his hot plate balanced in one hand and a mug of black coffee in the other, Frank avoids bumping into any of the other guests in the buffet room in an effort to find a seat.

It's when he's beelining to a booth in the back of the big room that he almost drops his plate when his body stops him from passing by the person in the booth before his own. That's when he tries to move again and almost spills scalding hot coffee in himself.

"What the fuck?" he mutters, realizing with a flush over his features that he'd caught the attention of whoever happens to be at the table.

Instead of trying to move again, he sets his plate and mug down, slowly squeezing into the booth. It's as if he half can't even control his movements.

Fork digging into the eggs, Frank mutters from under the rim of his Yankees hat, "hope you don't mind."

III. TIME TO UNWIND.

He's always hated parties, hates big raves even more -- his days of that shit have come and gone, and even then, he hadn't enjoyed it. It's with the staff's urging that Frank goes down to the Rabbit Hole to get a stiff drink or two, and hopefully linger by the bar long enough not to be noticed. He's even dressed to assimilate--a visit to the boutique had proven that all the clothes here are nicer than anything he's ever worn in his life, and even the sweater and trousers feel so soft on his scarred skin that he almost can't stand it.

His whiskey burns as it goes down, it's so good, and he's surprised to find that it only takes one glass to get him feeling woozy. He's thinking to try another finger when someone asks:

"Is this seat taken?"

Frank shakes his head, adjusting himself to accommodate--he knows he tends to take up a lot of room, with his broad shoulders and build.

"No," he says, soft over the sound of the music from the nearby dance floor, "you're good."

III

[scaredofdogs]

Wei Wuxian is still hobbling along with a sore ankle, but he has abandoned his crutch. Preferring to be on his own two feet in order to wander into one of his favorite places in the hotel. The bar. A place he can find blindfolded.

As he gets up to the bar he finds an unfamiliar face. Which is saying a lot since he has met so many of the hotel occupants since arriving a couple months ago. He plops down in the chair next to him and orders a drink.

"This place has some of the best drinks."

[deferences]

get along shirt;

[the casino is what's recommended to him after he's given his key, but the lobby is where sizhui initially lingers, taking in his new surroundings with awestruck-widened eyes. shuffling around on the carpeted floors without any shoes feels weird, foreign in a way he can't explain – just like pretty much everything else he's experienced so far – and yet there isn't a single complaint from the boy. he wanders throughout the area, up winding stairs then back down, searching for anyone that might help him (but what he's really looking for is anyone familiar).


should he get past there without any, ah, invisible string trouble, the gym ends up being his next destination. most of what he picks up and puts down are handheld weights, multicolored resistance bands or, at one point, a large kettlebell that he lifts with both hands. what really catches his eye, draws him in so much, he can't resist picking it up and raising it high above his head— or trying to, anyhow. the thing's almost as big as he is, after all, and getting it up enough to see proves more difficult than he'd thought.

which means sizhui can only pray that when he hucks this thing across the room, there's nobody nearby to get leveled out! or that they're fast enough to move aside.


coming across the pool (aptly named ‘pool of tears,’ for whatever reason he's sure, but all he can think is: whose tears?) is interesting because it, oddly enough, reminds him a little of the cold spring back in cloud recesses; it's cold when he dips his fingers in, though smells faintly of a scent he's never encountered before. chlorine, he might learn one day, until then it's something he'll have to adapt to if he plans on swimming.

he won't be doing much of that, however, not in his lan clan clothes. and that isn't a problem, given the fact sizhui's unsure about disrobing in an unknown place where any random person might happen by. this doesn't mean he can't linger near the water though, meditating silently to the artificial ocean sounds.

maybe he'll gather enough courage to even dip his feet into the jacuzzi; getting past the heat is the hardest part (and it's not even difficult in that sense of the word), but once he does, he finds it relaxing in a different, yet reminiscent way.]



honorary staff;

[cooking is at least something he can thankfully do; sizhui sort of knows his way around a kitchen enough to make simple things, like some of the vegetarian dishes he'd learned from back home, but those might not be up to par with the hotel's tastes. he'll try, nevertheless, and if it doesn't go so well, there's always sandwiches that need making it seems.

first off, he has to find himself a partner to work with, which shouldn't be hard keeping in mind how amicable the junior is. approaching a stranger is somewhat harder, he manages a soft smile anyway, politely dips his head and asks,] Would you mind helping me with the food preparations?

[someone he might know gets the same offer or something similar to it, although there's a shade more amount of liveliness behind his words and probably some astonishment at seeing them.


it's fortunate the watercolor brush he's given isn't too different from a calligraphy brush or else he might've struggled more than he does. for a good five minutes, sizhui adjusts his handwriting to the point where it'll fit as neatly on the cards as he can manage, even finds a good, decent rhythm with filling out the information and moving on to another card.

the poem he happens across distracts him a long while since he puts everything down and ends up reading it two, almost three times over trying to understand what it's about. what's a jabberwock? a jubjub bird or a bandersnatch? and why is it o frabjous day! callooh! callay! for beheading the aforementioned jabberwock? whatever they are and regardless of what the poem is conveying, sizhui folds the paper up and – despite the tiny voice in the back of his mind telling him ‘no!’ – carefully slips it into the sleeve of his robe.

then he spares a quick glance around, squares his shoulders to straighten his posture, picks up the brush once more, dips the tip into the black paint. the dried card gets pushed aside, he plucks up a blank one and gets back to writing, hoping nobody's noticed his little moment of thievery.]



wildcard;

[ooc: if any of these aren't doing it for you, hit me with something of your own!]

In the kitchen~

[scaredofdogs]

[Wei Wuxian can't cook so when the staff dragged him into the kitchen to help, he was arguing as much as could. Giving the excuse that someone with an injured ankle can't make food. Only to be shoved onto a stool and handed a knife for chopping. He had shot the staff a rather ugly look until he hears a familiar voice.

His eyes widen and his head slowly turns towards where he was sure he heard someone ask for help. It's a good thing he has a really good grip on that knife.]

Ah..ah..[Words..use your words, Wei Wuxian. But to find Lan Shizui here..one of the more promising of the juniors he has now encountered several times..it's a little harder to function. Plus he has no way of knowing if this is the one from his world or the other world. Does this one even know Mo Xuanyu's face? And how does one even begin to explain different worlds...but the same soul. It makes things all the more complicated.

He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. He needs to try and figure out what this one knows first before he goes and makes some huge mistakes.]

Sure, I can help! I'm not a very good cook though and my mobility is a bit limited. But if you bring me stuff to chop or slide, then I am happy to help.

jiang yanli ▶ the untamed

[soups]

get along shirt ▶

❰ speaking of shirts, yanli has discovered This Elegant Thimble, which is mystifying to her in so many different ways. clothes aren't usually so displayed and sold like this where she's from. fabric, perhaps, that you then turn into hanfu and the like. premade fashions are so strange, so modern, even if she doesn't know it.

some things that she removes from the wrack are actually not so off from what she's used to. very minimal, without all the layers that her own wardrobe has, but it's acceptable. there are several selections that make her wonder if she can just ask for the fabric that makes up the garment, to fashion her own robes with.

she's got a few dresses over an arm when she turns and let's out a loud gasp at a display of summer shorts. with a quick shift of her eyes, she raises her free hand to shield her eyes, hurrying to leave after a quick and awkward bow of apology. it feels like she's accidentally walked in on someone undressing, even if those someone's are half-body mannequins.

that's probably when you realize the strange feeling of separation -- yanli is hurriedly attempting to leave (after setting down her chosen clothes, of course!), even at the expense of the pain suddenly in her chest. ❱

honorary staff ▶

❰ luckily, at first yanli is put on kitchen duty. you've thankfully been paired with someone who has some sort of idea of what they're doing, even in this strange world with refrigerators and mayonnaise spread. sandwiches aren't that hard to assemble, even with her inexperience in this particular era of kitchen.

you, however...wow, you're really mangling this. ❱

Would you like me to show you an easier way? ❰ which sounds a lot better than better way; yanli has been given the gift of tact.

or, perhaps you've been tasked with helping her during her second shift, condensing wildlife information, which is much less in her wheelhouse. it doesn't mean she isn't working diligently, despite her packet growing in size beyond most others. everything seems important if it comes down to being poisoned or avoiding itchiness.

the atmosphere is quiet until yanli forgets herself, gripping her pen (which is a hell of a thing to learn how to use on the fly, by the way) tightly as she loudly whispers, ❱ It can eat you?

❰ she's seen large enough lotuses that it feels possible, but plants...shouldn't be allowed to do that?? ❱

unwind ▶

❰ does yanli have any interest in a party that includes people barely dressed (by her standard), loud and garrish music, and excessive drinking? no. but she's on a mission today, with a plan that formulated in her head the moment she was given the code to get in, despite her protests.

after a good 15 minutes of trying to get through the crowd, she obtains her prize -- a large bottle of what she's been assured is alcohol, given to her by a bartender who decided it was funeral if she wanted to go that hard.

it's easy to spot someone dressed like yanli if you're at the party and see her uncomfortably trying leave with a massive bottle wrapped tightly in her arms. otherwise, you may see her admiring her prize right outside the party, smile only partly because of finally getting out of that cramped, noisy den. ❱

wildcard ▶

❰ if you'd like to do something else, feel free to fling another prompt at me or hit me up at ships to plot something out! ❱

get along shirt!

[equivocations]

[ Lan Xichen had that exact same reaction when he first walked into this shop - there had been some things that he enjoyed quickly, but it had been only a few moments before he'd turned to walk right back out again. Unfortunately, there seems to be no where else to get clothing, and he can admit that he needs more than one alternative outfit to his robes.

He's dressed in white slacks, a dark blue button up, and flowing dress wrapped over both at the moment, though he still wears his headpiece and forehead ribbon. He seems more at ease in the store this time around - if only because he's very carefully avoiding letting his gaze wander and looking only at the section of clothes in front of him

So the ache of separation and the sudden sharp pain in his chest catches him by surprise, and he lets out a soft gasp. It's enough to pull his attention away from the clothing he'd been looking at, and it's then that he catches a glimpse of someone familiar hurrying to leave. ]

Jiang-guniang?

damon salvatore | the vampire diaries

[blooded]

i. get along shirt

❰ it's a good thing there's a bar here, because if damon had to deal with all this totally sober it'd be somebody's head. he's sitting at the bar, glass of bourbon in hand, arguing with the bartender — ❱

Wonderland is fucking fiction, where am I really?

❰ the bartender won't budge, and as damon's about to reach across the bar for his shirt he feels a tug, like a hook caught in his belly button dragging him away from the bar. it's impossible to resist, at least at first, and damon gets pulled halfway toward the door to the bar before he can plant his feet and stop himself from moving. it hurts, though, and he grits his teeth angrily. ❱

Bennett, if this is you I swear you will regret it.

ii. honorary staff

Making sandwiches? Are you serious?

❰ damon is a better cook than this. this is not a good use of his skills, nor is it something he has any interest in doing. the staff member leading him to the kitchen doesn't seem to care, though, and damon isn't in much of a position to refuse — lack of vampire abilities means he's only as powerful as a moderately well-exercised 24 year-old — so here he is, staring at a bunch of sandwich-making ingredients with barely disguised distaste before looking at the other person in the room. ❱

What do you think will happen if we sabotage the sandwiches?

iii. empathy

un: salvatore

so the staff are fucking bonkers, what about the rest of you? anybody have any real theories as to where we are, or did you drink the koolaid too>?

iv. wildcard

❰ ooc; feel free to hit me with a wildcard, or pp me at vervains if you'd like to plot something out! damon is from the summer between s2 and s3. ❱

get along shirt!

[sizeofyourbaggage]

[ Sam hadn't actually intended on going to the bar - he's spent probably more time there than any one other room in this place, his own room included, but he's still got other things on his mind than spending all his time drinking.

Of course, those other things are mostly trying to figure out as much as he can about this place without drawing any more attention to himself than he already has, so he probably shouldn't be surprised when he quite suddenly finds himself dragged back towards the bar he'd just walked past.

He slams a hand against the doorway of the bar to catch himself before it pulls him any further, and promptly shoots a glare up towards the ceiling like he's blaming the hotel itself. ]

Seriously, this is what you're trying now?

[ He sucks in a breath against the pain, automatically looking around to see if this is affecting anyone else, or if it's just him the hotel's decided to mess with this time, and spots someone else who isn't relaxed and enjoying a drink. ]

You too?

xiao xingchen } the untamed

[gentlebreezes]

ii - a. staff for a day - food prep

[Exploring new places puts Xingchen at a natural disadvantage, but he tries to take the environment in stride. The lack of Shuanghua leaves him both at ease and disquieted; how can he help with so few skills outside of cultivation? Well, it seems whoever grabs him by the wrist doesn't mind that part at all because as soon as Xingchen passes another threshold, he finds a knife and some produce thrust into his hands.

Oh. This must be-- Metal clicks on wood, meat fat sears in pans, and the smell of oil all tell him that he's found the kitchen. Another set of hands nudge him and a body presses behind. He's in the way. Where should he-- He follows the crunches of knives through vegetables and settles in next to someone.

He always liked to keep busy; idle hands never suited him. Hesitating a moment, mind on the well-wrapped injury on his throat, he feels around for the edge of the potato in his hands.]




ii - b. staff for a day - laundry

[Xingchen volunteers for more work as soon as his portion of meal preparation is finished. If he keeps moving, he won't have time to think. So, he eagerly accepts the next task of distributing fresh sheets to the other guests. Of course, folding might have been easier job, but each has a place in the process.

A squeaky wheel of the cart dims his ability to hear people coming and as he rounds a corner he knocks straight into someone, tilting the entire batch of laundry onto the floor. Oh now he's done it.]

Forgive me. [Xingchen crouches down in an instant, collecting the swath of fabric covering the floor.] You are not hurt, are you?


iv. - a welcome home (not his home)

[By the end of the day, a headache eats into Xingchen's patience with himself as he works to remember the door he came out of earlier. Counting steps and recalling physical landmarks can only get him so far when his head is absolutely pounding. He touches the bandages at his throat for a moment as he pauses near another door. There are still so many unanswered questions that need explanation: why he's here, why he seems to be surrounded by people, and, most importantly, why he's alive. Last he recalled he-

The door creaks open and Xingchen drops his hand to his side. Stepping away from the source of the noise, he supposes that this door, like many others, is not his.

He can only hope he hasn't scared the occupant.]



iv - b welcome home (his home)(cw: talk of violence, potentially self-harm/SI)


[At long last, Xingchen finds the nameplate bearing his name and sighs in relief. He can't remember the last time he struggled this much, but there's so much extra sound here: the whirring of strange mechanical parts, people laughing and talking, the hum of the wind through overhead boxes. It's all so much more than even the busiest villages Xingchen wandered through before.

But now he's finally at his door and he tugs it open. The familiar smell of the coffin house greets him, filling him in an instant with tainted memories. His cot is easy to pick out-- the only one without wrapped candies-- and he settles down, feeling heavier than ever. Everything he tried to ignore by keeping busy has come back in full effect and he wonders if this is why they took Shuanghua away from a murderer like him, so he doesn't kill the innocents around him.

Xingchen doesn't blame his hosts, but why bring him here in the first place if he cannot be trusted, why bring him back to a life he didn't want or deserve? This whole place, this Wonderland, cannot be the next step after death.

He doesn't realize he's left the door to the hall open until he hears footsteps.

ii

[soups]

❰ for as many people that are in the kitchen, the stool next to yanli is still open -- but oh, now it's occupied. she's initially very focused on chopping this head of lettuce she's been given, but turns to make nice with her new seat-mate after completion.

this sight of him takes her aback for a number of reasons. if he's blind, she wonders if knifework is the best task for him. and there's the neck wound he's sporting, even if she can't see just how bad it may or may not be. ❱

Hello. ❰ she reaches out with a gentle touch to the hand holding the potato, making sure he knows she's present (and where) so as not to be a surprise. ❱ Will you be okay dicing vegetables? I can see if there's something else to do, if you prefer.

James "Bucky" Barnes | MCU

[cryoethics]

• This Is Our Get Along Shirt

For most, being bound to someone might not have been ideal, for James it was abysmal. It didn't matter the who, or the why. One might think there were exceptions to this rule, there weren't. It wasn't a matter of liking or disliking people so much as a great desire to keep everyone away, as much as he wasn't sure of his own mind, it was best for himself, and them. Even, or especially, those he favored.

So, one could not deny the first, firey look of displeasure when shoulder knocks shoulder, just briefly and he's halted in his tracks on the way out of the room. Pulled back after several seconds, heavy boots thudding against the ground to counterbalance himself. A quick turn, sharp as a man who's done nothing but kill for the past dozen or so years. Brows furrowing, no need to drop the mask when his eyes spoke so clearly. Just what the hell do you think you're doing? And his approach is suddenly swift and undoubtedly threatening.

• Time To Unwind

There was some great irony in "Bucky" Barnes glowering at a party. Had this been the forties he would have split the dance floor with a girl or two, no doubt. Some parts of that existed in him, but not enough to get him moving. This place was... something else. To put it lightly. And while he knew well enough to stay in line most of the time, his participation was... limited. But what could one expect from a man who's social skills were as rusted as his old uniform. Waterlogged and forgotten.

He held a drink in his hand, something from staff, but if he had actually taken a drink was another story on it's own. Curled in his fist, firmly resting against the table counter as he pressed his back into the seat. If anything, people watching was more social than he had been in some time. A new place was just a new prison. He had his wits about him, sure, but that meant very little when he still couldn't do what he wanted. Though, in truth, he wasn't exactly sure what he wanted.

It's only a shadow, blocking some of the club lights that draws his attention up from the glass and his own self-pitying thoughts, a bit of a frown tugging his lips as he speaks up, voice strained from disuse. "Can you move?"

Time To Unwind

[scaredofdogs]

Wei Wuxian loves a party and the hotel seems to know how to throw a decent one. Or at least the drinks are decent. The music is a little weird and loud..but after a few of the powerful drinks it is hardly noticeable.

And right now he has a couple of those drinks in him and is bouncing along to the music with very little care of the actual beat. But that is how he finds himself close to Bucky's table. Not really paying attention, drink in hand..oddly steady considering the movements of the body. One should never waste good alcohol.

When he hears the voice, he turns around, ridiculously long pony tail swinging behind him. "Huh? Are you talking to me?"