EVENT: HOTEL MOTEL HOLIDAY INN

[cuddlemods]

EVENT: HOTEL MOTEL HOLIDAY INN.

It's another beautiful day here in Cadelle... The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and with the dissipation of those pesky ghosts, the city finally feels at peace. Well, with the exception of the sound of construction equipment in the center of the city, just beyond the newly painted walls of Gamma Building. What could possibly be causing all that ruckus? Will it ever stop? The answer comes as the clock strikes half past ten: yes, for a brief interlude, the sounds of jackhammers and shovels and those particularly annoying 'I'm backing up a two-ton piece of equipment' beeps will finally hush, and for a very good reason. Should you venture outside to learn more, or should you simply follow the tantalizing smell of food — why is it that free food smells so good? — you might find out why. On a podium just outside the construction zone, Mayor Drake and key members of the Housing Committee are speaking, both to members of the press and any citizens or volunteers who may have come to witness this auspicious, if not a little sudden, occasion. You see, to meet the growing needs of the city's new volunteer program, it's now high time for breaking ground on the new Delta Building, set to be located within the Residential District. It's a lovely speech, and Mayor Drake delivers it as flawlessly as one would expect from a seasoned politician, though it's regrettably cut short by the sound of a crash in the distance. No need to worry, it's likely just a dropped piece of equipment. Nothing major. Continue enjoying the refreshments; the administration will surely return momentarily. Of course, it's never quite that simple, is it? By the time Mayor Drake and her entourage return to the stage, the pained look that's spread across each face is nearly impossible to miss. Though their explanations are short, the message is clear: there's been a mistake, and it's a big one. A pipe has been ruptured, you see, the result of a regrettable accident by a distracted construction worker — but can you really blame him? Look at how beautiful Mayor Drake looks in that autumn light! — and the build has been, if you'll pardon the pun, ground to a halt. Needless to say, the impromptu press conference (and its supply of free food) is quickly cancelled and cleaned up, and residents are urged back to their daily lives with clipped, polite haste. It might feel a bit reminiscent of the last natural disaster, but surely a little construction slip-up can't cause too much damage. Right? You sweet, sweet summer child. Have you learned nothing over the last few months? Of course it can. The burst pipe, while less of a natural disaster and more the result of human error, proceeds over the next few hours to spurt out gallon after gallon of water into the area, eventually leaving the residential buildings' common area first floor and most of the surrounding garden spaces completely flooded by the time the water's finally turned off. While the buildings are technically inhabitable, getting up to your room might require a bit of a swim... so it seems, yet again, it may be time to look for another place to stay? Luckily, you've got options. ▸ Feel free to take advantage of that recently re-introduced relocation bonus to find a new place to call home sweet home. Whether you opt for a townhouse in the center of the city, a trendy loft near the club scene, or something a bit more reclusive away from it all, there's something for everyone just waiting to be discovered. ▸ If you're more of the social type, or not quite in the mood to dive into the real estate scene, why not let the city take care of you (again) while things get cleaned up? This time, thankfully, no one's being sent to summer camp — the city's local hotels have spared as many rooms as possible to ensure there's plenty of accommodation for anyone who might need it. (And don't worry, rooms are paid for by the city, and there's a per diem included to help off-set the costs of having to order out or in all your meals (what suffering), and plenty of places to kick back and relax.) ▸ Beach bums may enjoy the laid-back atmosphere and no-frills approach of the Sunset Inn, located just steps from cool white sands and lapping tide. While many of the rooms lack basic amenities — there's no wifi, for starters, and the air-conditioning is so-so at best — the windows open out towards the ocean, providing an unbeatable view and a bit of ocean breeze as a bonus. And, true, there's no heated pool or stylish lounge to relax in, but there are plenty of beach chairs to curl into and a nightly bonfire to snuggle up around, so how bad could it be? ▸ Those looking for more convenience and less atmosphere may prefer the business-friendly Central Suites. The name may be uninteresting, but the hotel is... well, if we're fair, it's also a bit uninteresting. However, and perhaps more importantly to some, it's clean and quiet and the rooms offer plenty of space for discerning professionals on a budget. Efficiency kitchens, small office spaces, and reasonably comfortable beds are available in each room, and there's a convenience store in the lobby with almost anything one could need last-minute. It's run on the honor system — and prominently displayed (though likely defunct) surveillance cameras. ▸ Of course, in a city like Cadelle, there's always a third, more exciting option, and leisure accommodations are no exception. For displaced volunteers in need of more getaway and less everyday, feel free to claim a room at the Hotel Ballroom. That's right, the scene of the recent Samhain Ball has been kind enough to release a few floors of its most popular guest accommodations in the wake of this unfortunate accident. The plush rooms are notoriously pricey, and the amenities list is equally reverent — from hot tubs to heated pools, concierge service to complimentary breakfast, and a variety of room service and pay-per-view options (yes, even those ones), there's plenty to keep guests entertained. Regardless of which accommodation you choose, the city hopes this short deviation from the norm won't disrupt your routine too much, and that you enjoy your time in your new home-away-from-home (away from home). Feel free to enjoy the amenities... just like everyone else. It's normal for hot tubs to be overcrowded, isn't it? And for elevators to break down every now and again when they're suddenly put to use after resting so long? The city certainly hopes you'll be understanding of any such... shall we say, unintended consequences. Heeeey there, cuddlers. What's that saying again? No rest for the wicked, blah blah blah? As you can tell, there's been yet another accident here in the city of love and brotherhood, and the city's doing their very best to handle it like the Experienced and Capable administration they are. In the meantime, though, we hope you'll have fun exploring some of our newest tourist destinations and all they have to offer. Feel free to choose the accommodations of your choice — or not choose, if your character's a stubborn sort who'd rather wade through waist-high water to get to the barricaded staircase than stay in a free hotel room for two weeks — and enjoy any and all shenanigans therein. As alluded to in the prompts, each hotel has its pros and cons, though you're welcome to play with the settings to come up with any fun (or not-so-fun) experiences for your characters. Feel free to squish a million people in a hot tub, get stuck in an elevator in a ritzy hotel, or maybe just get locked in your hotel room overnight and beg for help on the network. Whatever you're feeling, the city is your oyster. As always, your mod team is here for you with answers to any questions you might have, whether related specifically to this event or the game in general. If you have any further questions specific to this event, we encourage you to ask away on our QUESTIONS COMMENT here in this post. If you have general questions, or prefer a more private venue, our GENERAL INBOX (and SCREENED INBOX) is always available for you. In addition, if you've got an idea for a future event, feel free to drop us a line at our EVENTS SUGGESTION POST. We hope you have a blast out there this month, cuddlers — oh, and as your mother might remind you, do try and stay dry!

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[cuddlemods]

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sara lance ( ota )

[leaguer]

ＳＡＲＡ＇Ｓ ＰＡＲＴＹ （ＣＯＭＥ ＧＥＴ ＩＴ）

( guess who decided to hit up the fancy ballroom hotel for an all-expenses-paid getaway for two weeks? sara lance. guess who decided to flirt like hell with the guy at the front desk until he starting so profusely he decided to just upgrade her to the hotel's presidential suite, despite that not being one of the allocated room types designated to displaced residents? also sara lance.

it takes up the entire top floor of the hotel, and it's incredible. what former lazarus pit beneficiary wouldn't love to light some candles and sink into the waters of a lavish hot tub all by her lonesome? what former shipwrecked castaway wouldn't love to sprawl amongst approximately twenty five pillows, plush and down blankets, sink into sleep atop the finest memory foam?

except for the fact that sara lance is easily bored and after four entire days of near-silence and no action, of scrolling aimlessly through the network and finding nothing of interest, she takes matters into her own hands:

( username: anonymous )

I'm honestly a little disappointed that nobody seems to be taking advantage of just what this city is offering us. I'm bored and know that you can do better, Cadelle! Luckily for all of you, I'm here to help.

Party. Tonight. The Ballroom Hotel, 25th floor, presidential suite. The door will remain unlocked, so come and go as you please. Hot tub. A balcony. Music. Bad pay-per-view porn and more room service than you could ever imagine. BYOB, or we'll make the city pick up the tab for that, too. Meet new friends, unwind, have a good time.

NOTE: A strict "no pants allowed" policy WILL be enforced. Attendees are expected to remove said pants and place them in the designated basket at the entryway of the suite to be retrieved when you leave. No exceptions — don't be That Guy who decides to rain on everyone else's parade.

No RSVP necessary. Comments on this post are disabled. xoxo

( so, yeah, that's a thing — sara lance's anonymous no-pants fancy shmancy hotel rager is serious business, even if she's kind of giving herself high schooler oliver queen war flashbacks.

as promised, the hot tub's bubbling, the double doors to the balcony are wide open, and sara has gone with having ten pizzas ordered and placed in the suite's kitchen, though its delicious smell seems to permeate even through closed doors — a note with the number for room service is taped to the hotel phone set up in every single room for those looking to sample a little more of the hotel's menu. partygoers can feel free to enjoy the full kitchen and dining room, the expansive living room with a plasma screen tv that's probably larger than sara lance herself and couches so comfy they could make a kitten cry, and — yes, there are three extravagant bedrooms, as the presidential suite is technically supposed to be accommodating families.

the host herself — though she'll only admit to it if specifically asked — can be found for most of the night in the master bedroom, decked out in an oversized white v-neck t-shirt that may offer a peek of skin and black lace beneath its hem. as promised, there is definitely terrible, cheesy pay-per-view porn on the tv, and she lounges in the california king sized bed with a bottle of whiskey and way too much space to spare. come, grab a pillow and join her as she laughs, utterly delighted by the terribly written dialogue and even worse "acting". what better way is there to cozy up with new friends? )

ＷＩＬＤＣＡＲＤ ＋ Ａ ＮＯＴＥ！

( feel free to catch sara wandering her party, or maybe even taking a dip in the hot tub. if your character's not the pantless party type, she's definitely making herself at home at the hotel for the full two weeks until they absolutely kick her out, and — gasp — maybe the elevator gets stuck on her way up! maybe you're her downstairs neighbor and are pissed about all the noise! i'd also be happy to write a customized starter — feel free to hit me up at frickin / canary#4628!

ALSO A NOTE! please, please, please feel free to include sara's party as a part of your own toplevel comment, as it's kind of an event within an event! MINGLE WITH ONE ANOTHER! CHECK OUT ALL THE CUTIES IN THEIR UNDIES!! i want it to be more than a sara-centric thing, so please roll with it if you're down! )

▸ ain't no party like a private party.

[advena]

( it's not a pantsless rager that brings kara danvers around to the all-too-luxurious accommodations at the hotel ballroom. no, her slim frame darkens one of sara's many doorways — the main double doors leading in to the suite, to be specific — well before the anonymous post graces the network. the day before, in fact.

it's partially her idea. a day off with no plans and cloudy weather leaves her with no real desire to go out, but staying home alone seems like a waste of a day. spending it with a friend seems like the perfect thing to do — who better than close friend and confidante sara lance, the same sara that she hasn't seen very much of in a few weeks, to fill her social calendar? but kara's suggestion of cuddleflix and popcorn at casa de la queen-danvers is quickly replaced by a better, limited time option: endless (and free) room service and plenty of movies on demand at the classiest place in town, all courtesy of the city administration.

even kara's a bit of a sucker when it comes to free appetizers.

so she winds up here, in the presidential suite of all places, sprawled out in her modest — but somehow still cute — black gingham sleepwear across the bed, alternating between a party platter of potstickers and a ridiculously large single glass of red wine. the life. )

So... what do you wanna watch next?

seriously no pants? no pants.

[ischyros]

( Diana has no idea what to do with the idea of a party that requires its guests not to wear any trousers but she figures there has to be a loophole. She stares at her device for a little while before coming up with one - a long, off-white sweater and an impossibly short leather skirt beneath it. Most of her outfit consists of legs, legs and more legs and while it may violate the spirit of the law, it doesn't violate the letter of it. She spots a woman lounged on a bed with a bottle of whiskey and terrible porn and she arches a brow. )

Am I going to need the whiskey to get through whatever you have playing on the tv?

➙ slides in risky business style

[withasouvenir]

[ thea is a couple drinks in before she even arrives, pre-gaming like a champion, and she's hopping around by the basket, struggling with her the broken zipper of her pants when she spots sara. ]

Sara! Help! My pants are not cooperating with the rules.

[ thea is cooperating, her pants are not. ]

[recruited]

[ He's not sure he expected to find her in the master bedroom. She's laid up with alcohol and from the sounds he hears from the television he'd guess that was porn. He hasn't seen much, but he knows it's a lot more acceptable in this day and age. Dirty magazines and photos you'd get from a sweetheart were it. Not whatever is happening here. But he's not weird about it. He's probably not going to look directly at it at first.

Steve approaches the bed with a smile. She looks very nice even though she's basically just lounging around. Still he studies her for a little longer than he should. There's a slight clearing of his throat. ]

What's happening here? Are you hiding?

[ There's absolute zero hesitation on Steve's part. He climbs onto the bed to sit next to her. He's a little less formal with Sara than most people. ]

pants always gets lost in translation, doesn't it?

[dedikated]

( Kate has no need to seek out a hotel suite of her own, because she knew the dorms were a bad idea after the bloody earthquake locked her out of her own for a second time in as many months. She moved as quickly as she could find a job to help pay for the rent on a small, out-of-the-way studio apartment tucked in the roof of a building.

But she never says no to a party, especially when the city incentivises getting to know people in such a way. Even less so the second she smells pizza - a sudden flood, even one that doesn't actively affect her is obviously a great reason to indulge in your cheat day, yes?

So this is one (1) Katherine Jane Galloway, hair half up and in a battered-looking oversized t-shirt with a faded band logo, leaning against the doorway of the master bedroom, finishing off an incredibly cheesy looking slice of pizza before she talks. )

Know you invited everyone to take their knickers off, aye?

( She knows the other meaning, but hey, she's allowed jokes. They do happen. )

trini ▸ota

[amarillos]

(girl) you wanna come to my hotel

[she's not sure what possessed her to actually consider the contents of the anonymous network post inviting one and all of cadelle to visit the 25th floor of the ballroom hotel, but she pauses, rereads, weighs it back and forth before finally sending a series of rapidfire texts to her bff and fellow ranger, kimberly, in which she all but begs for company.

plus one acquired, she dilly dallies long enough to consider the dress code, rolling her eyes at the idea of a pantsless party. trini figures it all must be a joke. her kind of deadpan humor. so she tugs on something familiar, something comfortable: faded jeans, one of her go-to vintage t-shirts with plaid thrown over the top — the ultimate in baby gay chic — and despite that that it's not quite cold enough yet, a beanie. she's decidely not dressed to impress.

after a breath or two, she makes her way up the elevator to the 25th floor solo, hoping that by now kim's already waiting. too late, as the elevator door dings open, does she receive the message that kim's not there yet.

head on in without me. i'll find you as soon as i get there? trini reads the text out loud as she stands around awkwardly outside the party for a good five minutes before she mutters a barely audible "fuck it" and opens the door to the suite.

merriment, cheesy soft jazz and what sounds suspiciously like exaggerated moans, and that pesky basket of pants greets her just inside. then someone who is definitely not wearing pants bumps into her.

she's not sure what she was expecting, but this most assuredly wasn't it.]

Oh hell no. I'm going to need at least three drinks before I even consider taking my shoes off.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[while the city's off cleaning up the mess from the groundbreaking of the delta building, trini can be found living it up at sunset inn, enjoying the beach, and trying her best to not sweat her ass off with the less than stellar air conditioning. come hit her up for a game of beach volleyball or encourage her to take her headphones off to grab a donut or cup of coffee.

if those suggestions don't sound interesting, or if you'd like a custom starter or if you want me to reply to something you've put up, please don't hesitate to reach out to me on plurk or on discord at heatwave#1853]

▸ hey girl.

[recoined]

( while trini's willing to treat the 'no pants party' invitation as something more akin to a bad joke, kimberly has a feeling — call it a hunch — that the dress code is a little more serious than sarcastic. in any case, she comes prepared to shed layers if necessary. there's parallel strokes of lace in a shade of pink that's actually bordering on red this time peeking out from under a loose grey shirt, and once her too-short shorts are donated to the party gods, there's sure to be something matching revealed underneath.

since she's not hosting this particular shindig — thank god — kimberly's free instead to make finding her friend a priority; by the time she rounds a corner towards the wetbar in the living room, the familiar laugh that echoes out tells her she couldn't have come at a better time.

trini, obviously, is drunk. maybe not wasted, but definitely well past 'one beer while i wait' territory. moving in, kimberly loops a hand around the other girl's arm, gently pulling her away from her conversation partner. )

Somebody's having fun.

➙ underage drinking is basically thea's niche so...

[withasouvenir]

Someone say drinks?

[ thea appears, like a fucking magical pantsless genie christina aguilera style, wearing a long, slouchy sweater always in the start of About to Fall Off her thin shoulders.

she also appears with two cups in hand. ]

Pretty sure you're not supposed to drink in the hallway, so just loiter over here. [ thea gestures to near the basket with one long leg. ]

beach volleyball!

[dedikated]

( On days where she's free, Kate enjoys the beach. It's late enough in the year that she's opting to keep her clothes on rather than stroll about in a bikini, but all the same. She tosses a ball into the air as she walks past the Sunset Inn, catching it, tossing it again and bouncing it off her knee and ankle. Nothing fancy, just enough to keep her doing something other than running across the beach yet again.

The ball's in mid-air when the wind picks up, sending it sailing towards the girl a short way away. )

Watch out!

( She's jogging over to try and pick the thing up before it rolls directly into the stranger, but running in soft sand is always a slow process, isn't it? )

☀ kara danvers, open.

[advena]

☼ one's company, two's a crowd

( no, this isn't an invitation for a ménage à trois.

this particular disaster leaves kara's daily life basically uninterrupted, as neither her work nor her apartment happen to be in the wake of what the cadelle times are calling a flash flood — not that this really qualifies as a flood, though she has to admit that the few inches of standing water in the ground floors of the communal housing buildings don't exactly lend themselves to any other descriptors — but it impacts other people, some of whom she's particularly fond of. so it's with her eternal mom friend optimism that kara texts her friends: )

are you okay? did you find a place to stay?

( in reality, there's not much kara can do that a free hotel room can't, but it feels good to check in on people. let them know someone is thinking of them. it feels like the right thing to do. )

☼ an after party in the hotel lobby

( why is she here? why did kara agree to come back, her own gingham-patterned sleepwear kept on with a determined glare to anyone who dared to question her choices, and why exactly did she agree to take the suspiciously sharp smelling vial from ... well, somebody?

she can't remember who she got it from, or why she agreed to come to this party, or when she happened to fall into place on a very comfortable recliner in the living room of this unreasonably large suite — all kara knows is that she's here, and the sweet taste of the liquor in the vial had made her want another (and maybe another after that too), and that right now, her view of the plasma screen on the wall is being blocked by somebody. )

Hey! Hey! You're... you're blocking my show!

( don't ask her why reruns of the west wing are so important right now. they just are. )

[sofar]

[ He showed up here because it seemed better than laying around at the Sunset Inn feeling sorry for himself about Gwen. It was like a shot to the gut really. But he's a big boy. Which is why he ventures out to this gathering and gets a little liquored up before. Actually he's been drunk since Gwen came up missing. He prefers this than thinking too much.

Faraday texted Kara ahead of time to check if she was coming too. With the flooding he wanted to hand off what he gathered up for her before it somehow got ruined by something else. Like a fire. Or worse. You never know with this place. He shows up with the bundle of markets tied together with a ribbon. It's a big bundle. Probably between twenty-five and thirty.

He spots her on the couch and wanders over to drop it into her lap as he drops into an open seat himself. ]

[duelo]

[ To say that Derek is frustrated as hell with the whole having to up and move into a hotel for the time being thing would be a gross understatement. He's already uprooted to be in Cadelle in the first place, which had taken plenty of mental preparation. To have to sort of do it again is more than a little annoying.

But he's making due. It could be worse.

The text from Kara makes Derek smile a little. He has a feeling that maybe it's a mass text, because it seems like it could be, and she seems like the type, but it's kind of cute how she's decided that they're friends now, after they talked at the ball. ]

Yeah, I'm good. You too, right?

Carmilla Karnstein (ota)

[sapphicvamp]

~Moving on up

[ Carmilla wasn't at the ceremony, nor did all of that sound bother her. Perks to being nocturnal and, well, just not giving a shit. What did bother her was the fact that when she finally emerged was the fact that she made it all the way downstairs to find the bottom floor flooded.

It wasn't that going back upstairs for.... provisions wasn't doable, she was up and back with a bag packed with clothing and blood within a couple minutes max. It was the fact that there was so much water. She shifts in place, nose wrinkling as she debates just jumping out of a second story window. ]

The hell is going on here?

~Sara's no-pants party

[ Having eventually made her way out of the Gamma building and to the Hotel Ballroom, it was just after settling into her swank new room that she caught the message on the network about the party.

So have one Carmilla Karnstein stripping her shorts off and tossing them in the designated spot while holding a wine glass large enough to hold an entire bottle... that may or may not be filled with red wine. (Hint: it's blood a quarter cut with Malbec. But it looks close enough, doesn't it????)

So nevermind the vampire in the corner of the room who's only really making eyes at passing ladies. Or perhaps she can be found in the hot tub later in the evening- having ditched her shirt at that point so she's only around in the set of black undergarments as she makes herself comfortable and crooks a finger at any passing lady that gives her a second glance. ]

You should join me- the water's perfect.

~Wildcard

[ Feel free to find her anywhere in between! if you want a different prompt, come at me in pm, plurk @ ramyakitty or discord @ swankified#6984 ]

thirst intensifies

[leaguer]

( this party? a damn fantastic idea, sara thinks, as she wanders aimlessly through a crowd of pantsless partygoers, lets her gaze sweep lower to admire a cute butt or two. maybe it's the fact that she's consumed so much of her personal bottle of whiskey that she's actually feeling sort of tipsy for once, but she's really starting to think that this city only recruits beautiful people. if that's the case, then well done, mayor drake, in all your resting bitchfaced glory. proceed.

this line of thinking is — god, taken to an entirely extra level as the path of sara's gaze travels further across the room to the hot tub, to the dark-haired girl amidst its bubbling waters that makes drinking wine look like an art form. thank god sara's legs are all caught up with her vaguely fuzzy brain, takes her right up to the hot tub with an all-too-pleased smirk curved onto her lips, stops dead at the lip of the tub and thoroughly enjoys that little invitation. )

Oh yeah? ( her gaze flickers to the bra straps that disappear amongst the bubbles, then back up towards her face. ) Guess I don't have to take your word for it.

( two-thirds empty bottle of whiskey set down at the lip of the hot tub (yeah, she's been carrying it around with her all night), one hand slips underneath her overlarge shirt and the other tugs it upwards and over her head, reveals a hand and forearm that presses against the swell of her apparently bare breasts to give the vaguest appearance of modesty, because apparently bras are for squares when you're planning a party. she isn't self-conscious in the least, simply climbs into the hot tub in her lacy black underwear, lets out a long sigh as she sinks into the waters. )

You weren't kidding.

Claire Temple | OTA

[nursetemple]

a. efficiency is the mother of virtues

[ A few days into her stay at the Ballroom Hotel, Claire starts to think it's time to face the facts: nobody really gets injured around here. Since she got here, she's spent more time at parties and looking after lost naked cowboys and Gods than stitching up bullet wounds.

Which, really - it's not like she's exactly complaining about it. But it's becoming quite clear that Cadelle is not where she's going to hone her skills as a medical professional. She might have to look into what else she can be doing - maybe damage control for the Mayor, because she keeps on getting into trouble.

In the meantime, when the anonymous message about the party comes out, Claire contemplates it for a moment, before shrugging. Why the hell not? It's the best way for her to meet new people, to get in touch with the few people she's actually met recently, and possibly get drunk enough that she can forget for a while that she's practically useless here.

And since she's staying in the same hotel, there's no reason for her to even bother putting on pants at all, so she exits her own hotel room in an oversized off-the-shoulder sweatshirt and knee-high socks, looking like a rejected Fame student, her hotel key card tucked in her bra.

The party's full steam ahead when she makes it there, and she's quick to get herself a drink, and wandering around. You'll probably find her on the balcony, that is until she's drunk enough that she takes over the kitchen table, challenging passer-bys to an arm-wrestling, or shot-drinking contest. ]

C'mon now, what are you afraid of?

b. mistakes were made

[ It's not her fault. If you ask her, she'll tell you, very sincerely, that this is not her fault. There was a noise outside the door, okay! A noise that sounded like someone had fallen, maybe, and she's a medical professional, she's taken an oath to help people in need, so of course she went to check!

Nobody fell. Walking into their own hotel room, a couple is giggling - they probably just pushed one another against a wall while making out, or something like that. Great.

Beep, beep, says Claire's own hotel room door as it closes. While Claire's out of her room. Without her key. Wearing nothing but a towel, because okay, so maybe she'd been air drying post shower, dancing around her room. You can still hear Britney Spears singing Toxic faintly from under her room door.

Damnit. ]

c. who's the wildcard

[ Find her in the hotel, or helping with the cleaning of the flooding! Or anything else - if you want to talk to me, find at at ellievolia/ ellie#7042 on discord! ]

a!

[dedikated]

( You rang? And said shots? Kate's already had a few, and there's one thing to be said about Cadelle - whether it's the city or the people - they're a great distraction from the things that worry her.

It only takes an hour at this party - wearing nothing but an old, oversized band t-shirt and her underwear - before Kate begins to treat it like a party, not part of the obstacle course she's trying to get through in order to get home. )

Didn't say I were scared.

( She didn't say anything at all. So bring it on. She sits down at the table, taking a shot glass between her fingers.

Ready, stranger? )

b. being a criminal's almost like being a locksmith, right?

[kelvins]

[if anyone's curious as to why mr. rory is loitering about at the ballroom hotel, one look at his outfit should make it fairly clear. though he has his own residence which is clearly safe and far, far away from the residential district, mick's never been one to shy away from making the best of an opportunity.

after a fair amount of time spent lounging at the pool, he'd decided to head up toward the guest rooms above, hoping to find a distracted member of the housekeeping staff that he could carefully palm a room key from. he's meandering around the corner when he spots claire staring at the closed door of her room.

looks like someone's in need of some assistance. he meanders over and gives her an understanding nod and smirk.]

Yikes. I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say you left your key in your other pants...

will ( ota )

[novacaine]

SMOKE WEED EVERY DAY ( @SUNSET INN )

( the sunset inn? definitely more will's aesthetic than the boring, generic hotel or that way-too-fancy place he and kate got way-too-drunk at during the samhain ball. he's lowkey, and so is this place.

too bad he's not a very good neighbor. for those inhabiting the same floor as he is, or perhaps those even occupying the rooms above or below him, get ready for loud, loud music at any given hour of the day or night, with no real rhyme or reason to it. don't blame him! blame whoever decided to put the kickass bluetooth speakers in his room, and for whoever decided to invent unlimited music streaming services.

said neighbors may also find issue with will's other ... recreational activities. with his room's windows flung open for the duration of his stay, cigarette smoke pervades the air, occasionally joined by a more pungent stench of something a little stronger. he's from california, so any opportunity to feel a little more at home, have the sound of the waves rolling in, is more than welcome.

isn't he the worst? give him a piece of your mind, fellow sunset inn residents. perhaps you'd like to bang on his door or maybe even your ceiling, yell up at him from out your own window, and tell him what's up. )

TRAPPED IN THE CLOSET ELEVATOR ( @SUNSET INN )

( maybe this is karma coming back to bite will in the ass. god knows he probably deserves it.

he's on his way back up to his third floor room, glued to the game of candy crush or whatever the fuck it is in cadelle on his phone, a million percent incognizant of whoever else is in the elevator with him and the entire real world as a whole, when suddenly —

the elevator rattles, screeches to a halt, and a loud alarm that sounds like an endlessly ringing bell jolts back to life. with a scowl, he looks up abruptly, grumbles, ) You've gotta be fucking kidding me.

ET CETERA.

( or maybe he's just chillin' at one of the hotel's nightly beach bonfires, or being annoying elsewhere. i'd be happy to plot and/or write a personalized starter, too! just hmu at frickin / canary#4628! )

living it up while i'm going down

[mothersdrapes]

[ Thor hadn't chosen the hotel for its decor. He had more chosen it for its location near the beach and the fact that it did not have wifi. Okay, so maybe the last part wasn't intentional. Thor was still taking a few lessons from Natasha when it came to modern technology. Knowing that wi-fi was necessary for emails and streaming was apparently meant to be assumed knowledge.

He was still wearing his board shorts from his visit to the beach, long hair pulled back in a ponytail that was now damp. He smelled like the ocean, and maybe even looked like he could have been a beach bum from way back, but the beard and his accent would always put him at odds.

His eyebrow crept up as the elevator made some disturbing sounds, but his arms stayed folded over his chest for a moment with the thumbs sticking out. He never really did know quite what to do with his hands when he wasn't holding Mjolnir or fighting.

His gaze slid to the other occupant and he smiled awkwardly before frowning. ] I take it that the elevator is not supposed to do that?

steve rogers | open

[recruited]

@ hotel ballroom

[ Steve probably could have just scraped by with one of the smaller establishments. He didn't need to come here, but sometimes even Steve Rogers is tired of making sacrifices. After checking on his teammates and friends, he opts for one of the more modest rooms there. Because even if he wants to enjoy himself just a tiny bit he also doesn't feel like he should be shooting for the stars just yet. He doesn't need a view. He doesn't need much really. But he does enjoy the space that he's afforded here. It really does make him consider moving somewhere that's actually a little more than the housing. It's about time he step out on his own really.

But Steve does all the normal things when he's there. He gets ice and chats with his new neighbors. Maybe he has a bunch of problems nipping at his heels back home, but that doesn't mean he has to be antisocial. Besides ever since he got here in Cadelle he's felt the weight slowly slide off his shoulders. He's felt his fear lessen and his anxiety deplete. This was probably what he needed. This place as a whole. Even with the earth quake and this set back with the housing he's still calmer here then he's been in years. It's strange to think about.

At some point he will hit the hot tubs because why not? He could use some relaxation. He's a little large in the hot tub, but there's still plenty of room for people to join him if they'd like. Steve's eyes are shut and his head is tilted back. Labored breathing as he lets his mind clear.

Later on throughout his stay he'll need a way to push the energy out. He'll hit the heated pool for some laps that will keep him occupied. ]

@ sara's party

[ He's not really sure if he's got any business going to this party, but sometimes when he's not aware he can hear Tony's voice in the back of his head. Edging him towards something fun. Romanoff too. Telling Steve to enjoy himself. Live his life to the absolute fullest. Which means indulging this odd party that requires him to ditch his pants upon entry. He can play by the rules. As long as they don't expect him to strip off his boxer briefs as well. He'd prefer those to stay on with all the strangers.

So, tonight he's sporting a t-shirt (ill fitting because when does anything fit Steve Rogers?) and the boxer briefs he put on this morning. At first he's a little awkward with all the different eyes he doesn't know, but he can adjust. He can enjoy the plasma television and he will probably migrate to the food at some point as well. Since alcohol doesn't hit Steve too much he won't be seen getting too drunk.

The balcony will eventually call Steve's attention. Some nice night air before he even goes near the hot tub. That might require a little bit of prodding, but his pants are already off so it's not too big of a deal. He just doesn't know if he wants to walk around with wet underwear the rest of the night. ]

▸ red solo cup, i fill you up, let's have a party.

[recoined]

( by the time kimberly finds her way back into the party en masse, she's long since ditched her daisy dukes to the party gods, which leaves her a bit unsure of what to do first. while slipping under silken sheets does sound particularly heavenly, she'd much rather do it in private than during a rager like this one.

a mental note, though, to see if she can manage to register a room — after all, it's not like the city seems to keep stellar records.

with trini otherwise occupied with chatting up some hot young thing outside and the bar scene looking a little rowdy for her tastes, she opts instead to find a quieter, more relaxed locale. the couch is a good start, with endless cable channels to choose from and a plethora of snacks on the coffee table, and a familiar face at one end of it makes it even better.

she's apparently gotten into a bit of a habit of running into steve rogers these days. )

Hey, stranger, ( drawled out with a grin as she sinks into the plush cushions, bare legs curling up at her side as she balances a cup. it's surprisingly just coke, nothing mixed. ) I didn't think I'd see you at a party like this.

vasquez | open

[quinientos]

sleeping cowboys

[For some, the lack of wifi and air conditioning might be a harm. For Vasquez, it's bliss. When Buffy had suggested coming out here, he hadn't needed much convincing. While he isn't exactly dressed for the beach in his linen pants and his long, loose henley shirt, he still feels more than comfortable enough and, more importantly, safe enough to drop into one of the chairs.

It's not long before he's asleep, his hat tipped low over his face. While it's not bad for someone to fall asleep in public like this, his snoring is loud enough to catch attention, given that it's not subtle and when the ocean waves crash, then the sound of snoring comes in after it, a not very appealing thing.

Lucky for anyone who approaches, he's very easy to wake, but it might earn a glare or two. Wakers, beware.]

burn, baby

[There's something about a fire that Vasquez loves. Maybe it's the ease with which he can lean down and light his cigarette straight from the flames, maybe it's the warmth, or maybe it's just the cracking sound and knowing that it can consume. He's set a few in his time, usually as a distraction, but he has no idea why people keep pushing food and sweets into the fire, a distraction, to say the least.

Sitting back against the sand, he lets the flames flicker over his face, his cigarette lighting him in the darkness, adding his own little smokestack, as he sits and works it over, watching the people drinking with envy. Why didn't he think to bring more? Sure, he's slightly tipsy, but he wants a bottle right beside him.

Fire, cigarette, a bottle, and maybe a woman? Well, now, that's just the perfect situation. Shame he's so comfortable, he doesn't aim to move.]

wildcard

[You name it, you got it! Hit me up at lovelyambition if you want something specific!]

did someone call for his woman - burn, baby

[gr8muppetyodin]

[ Buffy was barely coping without the wifi or air-conditioning. She could manage. It wasn't like she hadn't lived in a world with super fast wifi before, but now there was so much to catch up on. Mostly she'd chosen this hotel because she knew Vasquez would agree, and because the Californian in her had a sudden urge to be closer to the ocean.

She was returning from a night swim when she managed to secure a bottle from another group's party, using all of her Slayer stealth to sneak it away considering there was nowhere to hide it in her bikini.

Yes, it was safe to say she was beginning to know Vasquez's needs quite well. When she finally approached his little fire and the towel that was still waiting for her she held up the bottle and gave him a grin. ]

Lose the shirt and you can have this. C'mon, V. Try and meet me halfway with the lack of clothing.

killian jones | closed

[assailed]

closed to claire fraser

[ He's trying to make this better. He's trying to change. Even if he isn't completely willing to get rid of the darkness. He does recognize that the voices that have been plaguing him since becoming the Dark One can't stay. They cannot remain a part of him. Not when they're impacting how he deals with people and sometimes Claire. He can't remain in her presence and remain such a bloody danger to her. That's not really fair to her. Not when she's doing everything in her ability to look after him and stay by his side.

He visits the clinic after the ball. He decides he needs the help. He needs to find some way to combat this and they find something. Medication. Some sort of remedy that they will need to adjust to get it right completely, but for now he needs to take this continuously. Eventually they'll find a way to make it permanent after time and effort is put into tinkering. That's what the man in the very clean room told him at least.

When it comes to staying in a nice hotel he doesn't hesitate to invite Claire to bunk with him. Share a room. Make it a bit easier on the both of them. He appreciates having her close to him. Her willingness to give him something to hold onto after everything.

Killian took them up in the elevator without any magical assistance. He's trying hard to keep that limited. He's got her bag on his shoulder and his own in his hand. The straps anyways. Once they're in the room he drops them and looks at her. ]

I'd say this might be one of the fanciest places I've ever had the pleasure of sleeping in.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Of course something like this happens. Claire knows where this is going before Killian even offers--and she accepts, because the alternative is being alone, and that's the worst thing that she can imagine these days. She doesn't have much, so when her bag touches the floor it's quiet, and she moves past Killian to examine their temporary digs.

Two beds. Noted. Fancy beds, and she runs her hand over the duvet of one before heading towards the window to check out the view.

It's not Paris, not nearly that lavish, but nice.]

Certainly the most expensive. Did they say they were covering all of this hotel for us, too?

▸mick rory | ota

[kelvins]

[guess who's decided to take advantage of the city's generosity even though his domicile is nowhere near the residential district and that pesky little mudpile that should be the delta building? if you've answered someone whose first name is mick and last name is rory, then winner winner chicken dinner for you. mick's taken to dropping in uninvited and making use of those five star amenities at the hotel ballroom for the next week.

that lavish pool and steamy hot tub are by far his favorites and he can be regularly found staking claim to a lounge chair and sunning himself for hours while wearing an outfit that feels a little more thailand and a little less cadelle. those fruity drinks with a tiny umbrella being paraded about by the pool bar staff don't stand a chance with mick nearby. doesn't matter if it's a mai tai or a bahama mama, just because he won't serve them in his bar doesn't mean he won't suck them down like a champ. come join him as he relaxes, but don't block his sun or he might burn you worse than the november sun.

or maybe you want to bump into him while he enjoys a deep tissue massage at the spa. feel free to laugh at him while he gets a mud mask applied. or join him in the hamam and work out those impurities in the heat. or maybe you bump into him in one of the showers with neat mood lighting and aromatherapy. after all, who doesn't love that clean and refreshed feeling after a long pamper session.

perhaps you literally bump into him in the hallway near the guest rooms as he's raiding a housekeeper's cart for those tiny bottles of shampoo and conditioner. what a bald guy needs them for is anyone's guess. whether you want to join in and nab a few pillow mints or rat him out is up to you.]

▸ knock knock.

[advena]

( a sleepover with a certain time-traveling captain means pajamas. it also means that, eventually, the ice that had been keeping kara's sparkling cider chilled melts and requires a refill. sure, she could call room service, but why bother when the ice machine's sure to only be a few steps away, maybe a floor or two down?

or, apparently, more than a few steps.

she's not lost, though. of course not. there's a room key in her pocket, so she can get back any time she wants. it's just that... well, where is the ice machine, anyway? is it down this hallway? no, it's not, but there's a housekeeping cart, and someone rifling through it. perfect. someone she can ask. )

Excuse me... ( but getting close means getting a better look, only to realize that the rifling stranger is no housekeeper. that's not even a lady. it's someone she knows all too well, doing something they should definitely not be doing. ) Mick!

( don't mind her stage whisper. she's trying to help here. )