don't believe what they say

[limped]

WHO: Newt and YOU? Possibly?
WHERE: The Hotel, floor 7 and 8
WHEN: ~Feburary 13th
WARNINGS: Possibly language???
SUMMARY: Settling in and meeting the neighbours


( Feel free to turn this into a lil hotel mingle log, go for it! )



[ Newt wanted somewhere to sleep that was a little less open to those things. The Scorch had been different, there wasn't anywhere to rest that was really all that safe. Here, they could find a building and barricade it up. The blond didn't feel comfortable being too far from the water source, so when they found the Hotel not too far, he was glad for it.

The hunt for whatever it was that guy had been looking for had been a wild goose chase, but Thomas had put the idea of rope in his head, and since then, he's been cutting seat belts out of old decrepit cars and hoarding them. Maybe it looked a little odd, the blond sitting on the ground on the eighth floor in front of a giant hole that goes into a room below him, tying remnants of seat belts together in an odd pattern (if anyone looked closer, they'd see he was making a rope ladder.

Occasionally, he can be heard speaking down to someone in the hole. The door to the eighth floor "room" completely missing. ]

I think we could catch rain water up here, and start a garden.

[ Anyone who happens to come up behind him will be met at spear-point. ]

Comments

[allthesame2me]

[ Despite a general level of disrepair, the hotel had been one of the few hospitable places available to the survivors. Sure, not everyone had opted to use them, but Alex had and had settled into one of the long empty rooms on the eighth floor. He'd been up and around for nearly an hour, savaging some breakfast and cleaning up in the lake before returning to the hotel once more.

What he wasn't expecting was to hear at least one person speaking, although it was still a good deal down the hall from the room he'd cleaned up and claimed. ]

Hello?

[ He begins walking cautiously toward the voice, steps near silent on the worn carpet floor. The infected didn't speak, so he knew that wasn't the case, but he wasn't dropping his guard just yet. He hears something stirring behind a partially closed door and listens for a beat before toeing the door open with one foot. He'd recognized one voice, so that was currently good enough for him. ]

I come in peace...? [ He sticks his head inside the room. ]

[strangelic]

[ Castiel is quiet. Like supernatural quiet, so it's no surprise that when he gets close enough, coughing to draw attention, he gets the spear whirled on him, and tips his head back to avoid its sharp tip.

His gaze is placid, despite the aggression; he knows there's nothing personal in it. His hands raise up slowly, in a gesture of surrender. ]

I come in peace.

[ He looks around, thoughtfully, down into the hole, then back to Newt himself. ]

I believe the tradition is to bring a house plant when a new neighbour moves in. I come empty handed, I'm afraid.

OTA to other roof dwellers and visitors

[strangelic]

[ In the early evening, Castiel takes to the rooftop to get a good view of the stars. He's trying to use them to establish the date, which is a little harder than he'd first thought--at least, nailing it down to a specific year. At least it's Earth, perhaps, or perhaps that's not such a good thing. This world, Creation--what had happened to it? And more importantly, was it up to him to fix it? Could he fix it?

He stood balanced right on the tallest part of the roof, where the elevator housing had once been, right on the very edge. Bedraggled still, he looked like a slight wind might knock him over the edge and send him plummeting eight stories, especially with his face turned up toward the emerging stars.

If not for the death surrounding them all, the sky might even be beautiful. ]

[officio]

Hello?

[ Padmé finally feels like she's well enough to move about more than she has until now, still clad in her hospital gown, with her bare feet making little noise against the hotel floor.

She was told about the hotel by Jimmy, as he invited her to come there any time she wished -- and as the only others she'd talked to more than a few times were neither much in the way of conversation, she thought she might as well take him up on it.

Only, she doesn't expect to see a teenager, sitting there on the ground. At least a woman wearing nothing but a hospital gown, her curls wild and unbrushed and her belly still larger than normal after giving birth is not a particularly threatening sight. ]