Fantasy The Random Hotel (A walk-in RP) Guests Always are Welcomed~

[SachiGrl]

WARNING: An automated message was sent to all the customers at the hotel. Within their rooms it glowed a faint red and on their doors the message was visible, scrolling from left to right. "Dear valued guest, we currently have a malfunction with the robotic maids. They are extremely dangerous and some armed. Please remain in your rooms unless you're physically capable of fending off or disabling them. Thank you." There was a total of 9,999 robotic maids in the hotel. Several of them were cleaning the hotel rooms, but now they are slamming their heads against the walls, grabbing and tossing random objects they find. They are even attacking guest on sight. On their chest, there is a red button. This will deactivate them. TAG: Computing Magus Soma Fel Panic totalwarfair T That_Irish_Person SachiGrl Alstromeria

 

[Panic]

Amara opened her eyes. She'd been sleeping on the bed in her room when she had gotten the message. "Angry robot maids, huh. I knew robots would turn against us." She smiled. She changed, and stepped out of her room. "I could probably fend them off." She headed down to the fitness room.

 

[SachiGrl]

Owner

Fawna's eyes slowly fluttered open. The rain and thunder outside almost seemed to re-invite her to sleep again, but something caught her attention. Upon opening her hazel eyes, she noticed a faint red light, turning on and off. Hmm... that's funny.. that looks like the emergency light... she thought to herself sleepily as she stared at her ceiling. Suddenly, realization hit her. "THE EMERGENCY LIGHTS ARE ON?!" she jumped off of her bed with her furry ears high on alert. She looked around and opened her drawer to find a baton. In her hotel, there are different kinds of emergencies, non-lethal and lethal. The red light, definitely, meant lethal.

With the rain and thunderstorms outside, the young fawn-girl can only give a highly accurate guess as to what occurred. For when lightening strikes, coincidentally, at the right place... she stepped out of her room, still in her silky pink pj's shorts and a sleeveless top, and found Maid2605 tossing a large table, along with all the decor on top, against the wall... electricity, aka thunderstorms, was her robotic maids worst nightmare. Now, she had to deal with them. All 9,999 of them. 2605 turned upon hearing her master, "RU-gnggng-uuuUN!" The robot cried as it's body wildly raced toward the petite humanoid fawn. "I'm sorry, but I have to do this!!" Fawna jumped back as 2605 tried to swing a punch at her. She counter her punch with a BONK! on her maid's head, causing the robot to freeze temporarily. She took advantage of frozen state and pressed the button on 2605's chest. The robot wilted slowly as her screen read 'OFF'. "One down, 9,998 more to go," she walked down the hallway patting her baton softly against her hand.
​

 

[Panic]

Amara walked into the fitness room, were two of the maids were banging their head a off of the wallets of her. She tilted her head, and looked at the two. They turned to face her. She could see a red button in the middle of their chest. She sighed, set down her bag and looked at the robots. They charged at her instantly, Amara ducked under one of their arms, and pressed the other one's red button in the process, she handled the last one as quickly as the first. after it was done she sighed.

 

[Alstromeria]

DOG:
Wanderer. Wears a white t-shirt, jeans, and beat up black shoes. Fledgeling adult. Brown, unkempt, short hair. Pale. Rectangular, dirty glasses. Skinny. Square jaw, large nose. Appears to smile alot.
DAISY
German shepherd. Slightly fat. Very happy.

Dog was asleep on the couch. Kind of a sit up sleep thing. Daisy sat on the couch next to him, her head in his lap, watching the rain dot the glass of the windows that went outside to nothingness. Or somethingness, depending on what exactly you thought nothingness was. Dog knew there was never nothing. But he wasn't the one watching the window at the moment. Some lightening and thunder happened outside, reguardless of its state of "ness". Steriotypically Daisy would be hiding in the closet, but Daisy was a good dog. She had long since gotten over the primal fear of darkness and loud noises and flashes, if indeed she was born with these instincts. Dog didn't think she was, and as with most things, Dog was right.

However, some red light appeared out of nowhere, and Daisy didn't like that. Lifting her head from Dogs lap, she stared at the curious development. It began to form the strange things humans liked to look at, so she let out a quiet *Boofm* to wake up her owner. Dog absentmindedly petted her on the back of her neck as he read the message. "Looks like somebody doesn't like thunderstorms." he mused. Daisy gave him a knowing glance now that he was done looking at the squiggles he liked to look at. Dog couldn't read, but he knew what the message was saying. He tried to pretend he didn't see Daisy's eyes, but after a few seconds, he gave in. "Oh. You want to go out?" He asked. Still, just the doggy stare. "No, you want to help, that's it." Daisy's ears perked up at that, and she licked Dog's hand in response. Chuckling, Dog stood up, doing his best to smooth out the wrinkles in his shirt and run a hand through his hair in a vain attempt to smooth it down. "You know Daisy, I've said it once, and I'll say it again, I don't know what people did to deserve dogs." Daisy simply stood up, making her way to the door and glancing back expectedly. Dog made sure he had his key with him, and stepped outside.

True to the message, there were robot maids going haywire. Daisy glanced at one that was siezing on the floor, thrashing about. She gently toddled over and after a few sniffs, pressed the button on her chest with a hesitant paw. As the robots arms drifted to its sides, another maid barreled out of the alcove with the vending and ice machines. "Oh, kiddo, you know if you come closer I'm going to press that big red button you have right?" Dog said to the maid. Daisy sat down, looking back and forth as a few more started to appear, bungling up the stairs in their jerky, static way. Dog sighed, shaking his head. Their intelligence may have been artificial, but it still didn't change his viewpoint.

Sure enough, the maid charged. And sure enough, Dog pressed the button. It wasn't agressive or anything, he didn't move fast. He just reached up and pressed the button. *Boop*. The other robots were still halfway down the hallway before he held up his hand.

"Look, you're causing some damage. Like, just alottabit. Think of the staff, you'll have to clean it all up later. So could you guys do me a favor and push your own buttons?" Daisy, who was still panting happily in the middle of the hallway, cocked her head to the side suspisciously as the robots deactivated themselves. Dog, on the other hand, walked through them to the elevator. "Well, c'mon," He said snapping his fingers for Daisy to follow, "You did say you wanted to help." Obidiently, Daisy plodded along to her companions side.

They came out in the lobby. The area was clear for the moment. Daisy pranced ahead and barked playfully, signaling to Dog that there was another downed robot in the viscinity. Daisy could also tell that Fawna was here too. "Fawna?" Dog called, "You around?"

SachiGrl

 

[Computing Magus]

Vincent's Wanderings

Name: Mr. Vincent Hemmingwell
Status: SOS

Bang, bang.

Repeated thuds on his hotel door does not faze this multi-headed dragon's sleep schedule. Although the person, whoever it may be, was shouting at the top of their lungs, deep slumber still resided within the room all coming from Vincent. This continued on for one hour in the morning starting from seven.

~~~​

The receptionist desk recieved a ping of alert, coming from its computer. If anyone checks:

Send New Email

New Email Received

vincentconstant257@smail.com

SOS

Sorry to ask but help there's a robot infiltrating my room and am currently in the bathroom pls someone assist me here. vincent hemmingwell from room 265.

It was a short and very untidy email. It was hurried though.

Vincent's Profile

Name: Mr. Vincent Hemmingwell

Gender: Male

Age: ?

Biography: So far, a guest of The Random Hotel.

Appearance: Tall because of his long neck. Has many heads, although only one seems to lead. Has black scales and a horned tail.

Currently, wears a red and white polo jacket, black slacks, and white shoes.

Seclusion in bathroom (halp)

((also, I'll offline for a long time like usual; act like you found Vincent unconscious, whoever you are.))

 

[SachiGrl]

Computing Magus ((ROTFL LMAO This is hilarious!!!))

 

[SachiGrl]

Owner

From a distance, Fawna could see her new employee dodging and disabling her... co-workers. She was hired only yesterday and the she-wolf was going at her robotic maids. Jabbing her finger at them and causing them to fall over and wilt. Just as Fawna was about to dash to her aid, she heard her name being called. It sounded like it came from the lobby. It sounded like Dog. "Oh gawd," she turned back to the lobby with her baton ready... for anything. Dog may seem young, she knew he was an old man at heart. There she was, Daisy, and her two-legged companion. She dropped her baton and cuddled with Daisy on the floor. She then shot Dog an angry look, "Why are you guys out of your room? Poor Daisy!" After giving her one final squeeze, she stood up and took her baton back in hand. "Its not safe here," she said.

Her body, instinctively, moved toward the front desk. Mentally, thanking Maid2605 for alertting the guests of this devastating event. It was evident that it was the last thing she did before going haywire. She checked her emails and found a few of her guests complaining and quite frankly being scared shitless. "Hmm.." she knew the most lethal maids were in Oak Grill with their kitchen knives and all. She needed to gather whoever was able-bodied to handle all the floors above first, for the sake of her guests, and someone skilled in swordsmanship should head to the Oak Grill. The question now was... who can help her?
​

 

[Panic]

Amara walked out of the fitness room to see if anybody else needed help. She walked up to Fawna. "So who can I assist first?" She asked. She knew the guests would be complaining. She also knew about the maids at the Oak Grill.

 

[Alstromeria]

DOG:
Wanderer. Wears a white t-shirt, jeans, and beat up black shoes. Fledgeling adult. Brown, unkempt, short hair. Pale. Rectangular, dirty glasses. Skinny. Square jaw, large nose. Appears to smile alot.
DAISY
German shepherd. Slightly fat. Very happy.

Dog shrugged. "Hey, I can take care of myself. And it wasn't my idea anyways." He smiled at Daisy, being cuddled by Fawna, the german shephard trying to move her head this way and that in excitement so she could see all of the hotel owner at once. "Besides, I havent had this much excitement since the wars in Korea."
SachiGrl

"So who can I assist first?" One of the staff asked. Dog didn't know if she was new or not since the staff rotated on a 60 year basis. He stuck his hand out for her to shake. "Hey, I'm Dog. Nice to meet you." Daisy yawned. "Oh, right, this here's Daisy." Daisy's tounge lolled out, and she panted happily at the sound of her name, giving the impression she had no idea what was going on as the "real people" chatted. Dog knew better, and that made it all the more funny.
Panic

Stifiling a smile, Dog jerked his thumb at the stairs. "We've got problems on floor two, correct? Daisy and I will be able to take care of those."

 

[Panic]

"Alright," Amara remember Moe was on floor two. She ignored that fact. "Perhaps I'll head down to the Oak Grill. Even if I do get cut I heal extremely fast."

 

[SachiGrl]

Owner

Fawna looked at Dog with a questionable facial expression, but shrugged as he insisted this was the most excitement he's had for years. Fawna wasn't exactly educated in all the dimension's histories. She wasn't sure what Korea was or where it was. Assuming that Dog talked of Earth a lot, it was probably there. She turned her head as Amara spoke. Dog, being the friendly guy that he is, struck a hand out for the wolf-girl as he stated his name. She didn't seem too friendly now, Fawna can't blame her, "Her name's Amara, she's was hired yesterday!"

It seemed everyone's role was decided today. Dog and daisy took on the upper floors and Amara, poor Amara, willingly decided to take on the truly lethal maid's in the Oak Grill. "Alright, take these radios," she handed both Dog and Amara one, "Amara notify me if a new guest arrives, so I could attend to them. I'm heading up with Dog." With that said, she waved a temporary goodbye and ran up the stairs. Since Dog was first checking the second floor, she was going to head for third. They had a total of nine floors to scout. This wasn't going to be easy. Through the radio she then said, "If you guys need back up..." she didn't finish her sentence because of Maid6609 attempting to knock her head off with a broom. "Oooff," she barely ducked in time. Thank god it wasn't a sword she swung; her ears would have been chopped off.
​

 

[Panic]

Amara headed to the Oak Grill. The maids were in the kitchen. Knives were flying everywhere. She crouched behind the main counter, and waited for a moment, before heading into complete and utter choas. There was a lot of them. A knife was Sen fly in towards her head. She ducked, and it hit the wall behind her. "Gnngh...gnnhg go!" The maid yelled. She threw more knives. Amara moved quickely, and disabled her. As soon as she did the others turned to look at her. "Dang it." She jumped behind a counter before they attacked her. When there seemed to be a break, she disabled most of them, all except two. She smiled, show in her canines. One of the maids through a knife, and it went into Amara's thigh. She stumbled back, pulling it out. It healed almost instantly. She ran at the maid disabling it, only to feel another sharp object hit her in the middle of the back. She ignored it and disabled the other one, she reached to grab it but couldn't reach. She spoke into the radio. "Hey Fawna, send someone down here to pull a knife out of my back. Please?"

 

[Alstromeria]

DOG:
Wanderer. Wears a white t-shirt, jeans, and beat up black shoes. Fledgeling adult. Brown, unkempt, short hair. Pale. Rectangular, dirty glasses. Skinny. Square jaw, large nose. Appears to smile alot.
DAISY
German shepherd. Slightly fat. Very happy.
Dog clipped the radio to his jeans, making sure it didn't get in the way of anything. "We'll be good. Take care." Daisy wagged her tail, an affirmative. This was way more fun than her morning walk. Or her afternoon one. Or her sometimes nightly one when they couldnt find a place to sleep. This was walking with other stuff. And stuff was always good. At least from their two points of view

Once upstairs, Dog went about gingerly prodding the buttons on all the robots. None of them acted like he was there. He didnt speak to any of them, and they failed to acknowledge both his and Daisy's presence. Daisy found this absolutely normal, but Dog knew better. "Hardly fair, is it?" He asked his furried friend. A quick glance at his fluffy friend revealed even more doggy excitedness, a knowing grin, and a happy pant. Dog shook his head, trying and failing to supress a smile.

The last robot was inside a clients room, pounding on the bathroom door and making an ungodly amount of noise. Dog dealt with it the same way he had the rest, simply reaching over and pressing the button with his index finger. Opening the door revealed a slumbering... thing. Dog didnt know exactly what it was, but he knew it wasnt one of his creations. He closed the door, earning a curious head tilt from Daisy. "All clear on floor two, Fawna," Dog said, clicking the button on his radio and speaking. No sooner than he had, Amara had sent a request. Daisy let out a whine, wanting to help, and Dog agreed, but this wasn't his domain. He'd wait for Fawna to make the call.

SachiGrl

 

[SachiGrl]

Owner

"Please.." she ducked, "Be..." she jumped back, tripping a few steps and rammed her back against the wall, "STILL!!" The petite furry ear girl held up her baton for dear life. She pushed the heavy hunk of metal her robotic maid was and stabbed her finger into her chest. She panted a bit, "Still.. not done.. here.." she said to her little radio with a pant in between each batch of word or words. With her hand on her hip, she walked, almost, like an elderly lady. Well, tripping and falling back was not one of her plans, but it was certainly better than getting stabbed in the back. The thought of it gave Fawna shivers. The third floor was getting quiet... too quiet for her taste. She didn't defeat nearly enough robots on this floor to feel that it was clear. She did have 9,999 of them. Each floor should have about two-hundred to three-hundred maids on standby for cleaning duties and such. She has quite a few of her robots in repair and in storage incase Fawna needed more. Looks like, she may have to bring those maids out from storage and send the rest, about six-hundred or more of them to repairs. Thank goodness, she was funded by the Blood Demon Clan. As much stress they give her, they help out a lot too. BONK! Fawna was sent flying and her body slammed, face forward, into another wall. Sadly, with her robot's limitation of carrying up to 1,000 pounds, they were undeniably strong, and she got knocked out cold. Her body laid helplessly on the floor. At least her carpet was freshly scented due to frequent cleaning.
​

 

[Panic]

"Fawna?" Amara spoke into her radio. "Fine guess I'll have to get it out myself." She sturggled, until finally getting it out. She stretched and it healed. "Dog, I'm heading to Fawna's position, something could've got wrong." Amara clipped her radio to her shorts, and headed to the floor. She was thinking about how many robots there were. She continued, and found Fawna. She was laying on the floor, clearly knocked out. There were maids roaming the halls, and when they saw Amara, they went after her. Amara picked up Fawna, and set her in a uninhabited room. No robots see me to be bothering it. She walked back out into the hallway, and disabled them quickely.

 

[SachiGrl]

Current Receptionist

Hello and welcome to TRH, I, apparently, am the current receptionist. It seems the hotel has been having problems and the owner is attending to it. Please kindly step over the robotic maids tumbled throughout the hotel's floor. They seemed to have malfunctioned, hence the absence of the owner, Fawna. Well, let me not blabber further. What room number would you like, we have availability from room 201 to 998? Also, if you're interested in working at the hotel (as you can see, we need some help), please fill out the application below. I'm sure the owner will make time to have an interview with you. Thanks for booking at The Random Hotel. Have a glorious day. Bryan, The Ghostly Bartender

Hiring Application

Please remember: Before posting, you must provide an image/description of your character and his/her name.
Unknown visitors will be killed/blocked/banned on sight.​

 

[Computing Magus]

Vincent's Wanderings

Name: Mr. Vincent Hemmingwell
Status: Confused

It was as if he learned how to sleep in the wrong world. In his unconscious state, he was fine about the noise something was making. Suddenly, when gone, his mind racked for it. This silence woke him up. His heads were better from treating them last night, although they still ached a bit and a new ache in his back was received. Last thing Vincent remembered, a maid was whacking him with what looks like a mop, forcefully rubbing the dry thing on him. The maid repeatedly whacked it on him shouting incomprehensibly about cleaning and baths, so he retreated to the bathroom for a bit. The tense-ness was something he couldn't take, and in fear and shock kinda fainted.

Still, he saw the same maid dropped on the ground outside the bathroom after fearfully opening it, then saw the message on the door. Vincent thought he saw it too late. He carefully peered out of his room, to find other maids also lying on the floor. He thought the problem might have resolved, so he went down the... stairs sounded safer.

Vincent reached the reception desk all the while rubbing his back. He saw a man behind the reception desk and a few more maids on the floor. Vincent wants an explanation, although a bit reluctant.

"What in the world is happening about the maids?" Vincent asked the man. The sound of thunder shook all the way inside.

"Oh, sorry for the inconvenience sir, but the maids have, um, malfunctioned for the time being. The problem is already being assessed." the receptionist said, as if leaving the robot maids on the ground like dead carcasses were professional assessing. They were trying their hardest with minimal employees and helpful hands though.

"Any service you might need, sir? Not all's lost." the receptionist added.

Vincent shook his head, not needing much of anything right now. He's not sure if it's safe to leave this place at such a state. Vincent stays idle, standing near the desk rather unsure of things.

Vincent's Profile

Name: Mr. Vincent Hemmingwell

Gender: Male

Age: ?

Biography: So far, a guest of The Random Hotel.

Appearance: Tall because of his long neck. Has many heads, although only one seems to lead. Has black scales and a horned tail.

Currently, wears a red and white polo jacket, black slacks, and white shoes.

Retreated to the lobby

 

[SachiGrl]

((Bryan is an NPC. You can have him respond to you ))

 

[Computing Magus]

((Bryan is an NPC. You can have him respond to you ))

((Oh yeah, I'll just edit it then))

 

[Panic]

Amara walked back into the room, where she'd put Fawna. "Hey! Wake up!" She yelled. Unsure of what else to do.

 

[SachiGrl]

Amara walked back into the room, where she'd put Fawna. "Hey! Wake up!" She yelled. Unsure of what else to do.

((Sorry, I put her to sleep for a reason. You can move her body somewhere safe if you like))

 

[Panic]

Amara sighed. "Okay guess not," she left with the door closed. She continued onto the next floor.

 

[Alstromeria]

DOG:
Wanderer. Wears a white t-shirt, jeans, and beat up black shoes. Fledgeling adult. Brown, unkempt, short hair. Pale. Rectangular, dirty glasses. Skinny. Square jaw, large nose. Appears to smile alot.
DAISY
German shepherd. Slightly fat. Very happy.
Dog had heard back from neither Fawna, nor Amara within the given span of time. Fearing the worst, he backtracked, going back throgh the lobby and taking the steps up into the Oak Grill. Daisy was silent, and Dog never took that as a good sign. A quiet dog was not a happy dog, it was a serious one, and dogs were only serious when there was grave reason to be.

Upon entering the Oak Grill, aside from the deactivated androids, the most prominent sign was the amount of blood. It wasn't much, but the sight of blood still gave Dog a harrowing feeling in the pit of his stomach. Not for him, of course, but for the person the blood had come from. Daisy went to work, sweeping her nose over the oaken floorboards. She gave a backwards glance at Dog, confirming that no, this was not Fawna, and carried on.

They found themselves on the third floor, where Fawna had been taking care of the robots. She'd done a relatively ok job of it, but a few were still spitzing around in the stairwell on the way here. After they were dealt with, Daisy and Dog found no other than Amara closing a door.
Panic
"Hold up," Dog said, laying a hand on the door to stop it from closing. Daisy shifted her weight from foot to foot, wanting to go in. Upon opening the door, Dog saw Fawna lying at an awkward angle. A couple licks from Daisy assured him that this was not a corpse, just an unconscious being. Dog looked at Amara in disbelief.

"Are you just going to leave her there?" Dog scolded as Daisy snuffled Fawnas face, "You realize she's hurt right? Just because you can't be killed in combat doesn't mean other people can't be. She needs to be put in a safer place right away." Dog scooped up Fawna in his arms gently, and the huge bump on her head had already begun to dissapear. The two figured that Fawnas cabana would be the safest place for anyone right now. "Think about other people sometimes," Dog threw over his shoulder, "Humanity wasn't made to shut their doors to others."

With that last remark, and a pair of dissapointed doggy eyes from Daisy, the trio retreated down the stairs, where Dog comfortably tucked Fawna back in bed. Dog decided to stay here untill she woke up. He was glad to have passed Bryan on the way back, and made sure to give a polite nod and a half a smile to him on the way past. Fawna would be pleased to hear he had returned on the way back. Shaking his head, Daisy nuzzled her way under his arm. Sure enough, his expression brightened almost immediately. Even though creatures had a selfish and ignorant side, they still had, and always would have, their faithful companions, dogs.

 

[Computing Magus]

Vincent's Wanderings

Name: Mr. Vincent Hemmingwell
Status: Confused

Vincent left his phone and other stuff inside his room, so he doesn't have anything on his personage except the clothes he wore. Vincent anxiously hope something happens soon, the sight wasn't pretty from where he was standing. Before he decided that if he should sit on the nearest couch a maid was awkwardly slouched on, Vincent noticed the receptionist turn their head to the stairs. Vincent followed their gaze and by his surprise saw a man followed by a dog, holding what he recognized was the one he emailed for assistance. If the reason he got out safe of his room was because she complied, then she was definitely awake moments ago. This path of thought led Vincent to believe she got unconscious as he traveled down, or while he was waiting down here with the receptionist.

This seemed a lot more dangerous than he thought.

He couldn't help but stare towards the person carrying the girl, all the way to a room just near the lobby. Vincent surprised himself when he realized he himself was following them; spying on them. It seemed like she'll be safe in that room. Wondering wildly, he tripped over a robot maid and made a loud thud on the ground most won't ignore. He'll definitely have to explain himself for following them. He stood up brushing himself as if nothing happened and explained.

"Sorry to intrude, I just wanted to know what was happening, um, curiosity-- er, I mean I just wanted to know what was happening. Doh." Vincent said, barely finding the words to explain properly. He stammered for a bit before talking again.

"...are all the robot maids gonna be... insane? Well, um, I think I can help if you people are rescuing other people in the hotel..." Vincent managed to say.

Vincent's Profile

Name: Mr. Vincent Hemmingwell

Gender: Male

Age: ?

Biography: So far, a guest of The Random Hotel.

Appearance: Tall because of his long neck. Has many heads, although only one seems to lead. Has black scales and a horned tail.

Currently, wears a red and white polo jacket, black slacks, and white shoes.

Spying