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

[benectroon]

"Thank you". As I accept the keycard I feel the weight of fatigue being slowly lifted on my shoulders.
The fawn herself seemed like she could relate with the feeling.
I nod as she turns around to get me a towel.
There's a map of the hotel on the wall, and I take some time to observe it.
"Hmm, would the bar still be opened?" I say to myself.

Hmm, someone just came in. I look over. A winged girl walks across the room towards me.
I calmly take in her expression. The way she looks around the room... she probably needs the receptionist.
I bend over to pick up my suitcase.
When I straighten my back again she's already closes enough for it to be acceptable to start a conversation.

"I'm sorry, the receptioniste will be back soon" I put up a smile and take a step aside form the desk.
I'm almost done here, she doesn't have to queue behind me anyways.

 

[Aisling]

"Thank you". As I accept the keycard I feel the weight of fatigue being slowly lifted on my shoulders.
The fawn herself seemed like she could relate with the feeling.
I nod as she turns around to get me a towel.
There's a map of the hotel on the wall, and I take some time to observe it.
"Hmm, would the bar still be opened?" I say to myself.

Hmm, someone just came in. I look over. A winged girl walks across the room towards me.
I calmly take in her expression. The way she looks around the room... she probably needs the receptionist.
I bend over to pick up my suitcase.
When I straighten my back again she's already closes enough for it to be acceptable to start a conversation.

"I'm sorry, the receptioniste will be back soon" I put up a smile and take a step aside form the desk.
I'm almost done here, she doesn't have to queue behind me anyways.

she nodes and slowly looks at him shifting eye from him to the walls and around " where.." looking back at him with a confused face " where is this place.." she asks trying to smile weakly

 

[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 nodded, understanding. "Makes sense. See, I never stayed in one place on earth. Theres always some city popping up in one place or another with its own little bit of culture. I know what it's like not liking your home, but I've never been completely unhappy with an entire dimension." Daisy rolled over to a more comfortable position, inhaling deeply, then letting out all the air in her lungs with a long breath. Dog smiled, they were both tired after all their adventures. Daisy had it easy though, she could just sleep anywhere and have it be socially acceptable.

"Daisy thinks the same way, basically. Dogs are nomadic, just like humans. But humans are alot less happy with what they're given. Back when most of them were still wandering around, I tried to help them. Planted a few trees here and there, you know, that kind of thing. And they just ignored it." Dog shook his head. "I dunno. But anyways, I feel ya when it comes to relocating. If you feel like visiting earth someday, I'll show you around."

 

[benectroon]

What... what did she just ask?
Where is this place, right?
She kinda stumbled it, maybe I misheard?
No, I'm sure I didn't.
But what does she mean?
Didn't she just walk through that door herself?

I spend a second looking at her as confused as she was.
"Leporidae" I slowly utter. I've lived in this city for years, I can't imagine someone wouldn't know it.
"You're in Leporidae. I don't know the street name we're at, but we're close to the central train station"

I take another moment to think of why a girl would be out on the city streets, alone, at this hour.

"Are you alright?" I ask slightly concerned

 

[Aisling]

What... what did she just ask?
Where is this place, right?
She kinda stumbled it, maybe I misheard?
No, I'm sure I didn't.
But what does she mean?
Didn't she just walk through that door herself?

I spend a second looking at her as confused as she was.
"Leporidae" I slowly utter. I've lived in this city for years, I can't imagine someone wouldn't know it.
"You're in Leporidae. I don't know the street name we're at, but we're close to the central train station"

I take another moment to think of why a girl would be out on the city streets, alone, at this hour.

"Are you alright?" I ask slightly concerned

"lepo....what?" she asked rather confused" i..i never been to such a place i was just out in the jungle and--"she runed around to find the door leads to a street not a jungle "i can swear i was in a jun..." looks back at you confused and looks down" i i..i dont know.."

 

[Computing Magus]

Vincent's Wanderings

Name: Mr. Vincent Hemmingwell
Status: Calm

...?

Cities popping somewhere? Usually with a different culture? Now that's just weird. This occurrence intrigued Vincent a bit. He let Dog speak though, but his explanation kind of confused him a bit. Dogs was plural... right? So, there might be more of Dog? Wait, he was referring to his pet called Daisy as a Dog. Is Dog a Dog? For a Dog, Dog doesn't look like one. Is Dog a name or a species? What's a or who's Dog anyway?

"... um, what's a Dog?" was all Vincent could say. He was really confused and puzzled, especially since he talked about Dogs... or people named Dog.

Alstromeria

Vincent's Profile

Name: Mr. Vincent Hemmingwell

Gender: Male

Age: ?

Biography: *Comes from a plane called Nerveer. *Vincent described the place as a "dark haven". **He also says he's not rather happy about the place, so he is thus a guest of The Random Hotel. (** means an edit of a sentence, because of new information)

Personality: Seems very polite despite appearances.

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.

What's a "Dog"?

 

[benectroon]

Okay, she isn't alright, and I feel that if this keeps up she might panic.
I look around the room. No one seems to have even noticed her.
I better do something quick.

*Ping*
I give a short tap on the iconic reception bell, and place my suitcase next to it.
I turn towards the girl with my hands held low in front of me, as a way to get closer without making the situation escalate.
"Hey, don't worry, it'll be fine."
I speak with a gentle voice.
"The receptionist will help you"

I try to maintain eye contact.

 

[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 smirked. "Yea, sorry, I suppose it could be confusing to someone who's never been to earth. A Dog is a four legged domestic canine. They come in all shapes and sizes. Daisy here is a german shepard." Daisy lifted her ears, taking a moment to look at the two. "Now me, I just call myself Dog. It's easier that way." It was true, being called Dog made it confusing sometimes, even for people who knew what a dog was. "Most people keep dogs as pets. Now i've not spent much time in Nerveer, but I'd bet you have small companions there too, correct?

Fawna was dealing with costomers coming in, in the meantime. Bryan went back to the Oak Grill to tend bar. Dog wondered if they still served the one dish with beef, onions, and peppers. He usually gave Daisy the beef, and he ate the rest. Dog made a mental note to go there later. Speaking of which, they still hadn't had breakfast. Daisy wasn't complaining, but that was probably because she was tired from the whole hullabaloo thismorning.

Computing Magus

 

[KAmber]

"It's extradimentional! Plus, I have slight control over its proportions. Also, I will also need an alcohol licence, as my Ragnas style moltov cocktails cannot and will not likely be able to be made at your bar."
He snapped his fingers and the airtub lowered for him to be able to float up into the cabin.

It was rather large in here. KAmber let his disembodied floating hands pick out better attire from his wardrobe which doubled as the underside of the counter and then snapped, changing into a white fedora with a green ribbon and a white suit, with a green tie. He didn't like ties much, but it looked OK on him. He could see why his hands picked that out.

Spoiler: He looked like this guy

Spoiler: This is the exceptions from that, though.

except you know, he looked like KAmber. And he had a burning candy cane instead of a cigarrete. Ad no gun.

He peeked out of the airtub. A couple of guests arrived. He had his hands fetch the banner and he hung it over the railing. It said "The KA Cafe: 24 hours a day.".
It certainly looked okay, but he wished he had a bigger banner. Oh well.
"Hello! I've got a direct doorway to a cafe that actually is not in this dimension, it's perfectly safe and it's right here."
"It's also my cafe."
He pulled a lever and sucked on his candy cane as the airtub let its stairs unfold.

 

[SachiGrl]

Owner

Inside of the vastly large pantry room, Fawna ran back and forth looking for the hotel's towels. Normally, she would send her robotic maids to retrieve one, it has been a while since she's retrieved one herself. Alas after many long minutes of searching, she tugged on a towel, just one towel, for Mr. Laroot, but apparently, gravity decided to hand her many, many towels. "Oh rubbish.." she mumbled under her breath as several towels bounced off of the top of her ears, shoulders and head. She needed to attend to the front desk, Kelfir was waiting and possibly other guests, but she couldn't fathom leaving the mess of towels on the floor. She has still yet to call the mechanic to diagnose her dysfunctional maids. She let out a frustrating sigh and hurried placed all the towels back onto the shelf and ran out of the pantry with one towel in hand. "So... sor-" she panted a bit, "-ry... Mr. Laroot sir.." she handed him the towel then smiled sheepishly at the puzzled-looking young lady beside him. "Hello, ma'am. How can I help you?" She wiped off a bead of sweat from her recent 'exercise' in the pantry room.
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benectroon Aisling

 

[SachiGrl]

Molato Granger​

"Woah!! They were throwing knives?!" he asked Amara in disbelief. Another robot came towards him and he twisted his body avoiding it's attack, if you can call a robot throwing it's entire body at you as an attack, and *clicked* at her off button. "I, honestly, can't imagine fighting with knives... especially with these things," he said now pointing at the that recently fell to the floor. Panic

 

[benectroon]

I hear hurried footsteps from behind the door, and as I turn my head the door already swings open.
Phew, okay. I need to stay calm myself.
My hand gestures at the girl.
"This girl can use your help. She seems to be lost."

Wait, didn't she just go to get a towel? She looks like she went out back and ran around the hotel.
I shortly scratch my trimmed whiskers, while curiously looking at the fawn.
Well, it looks like she got the towel.
I can't help but smirk a little .

 

[Computing Magus]

Vincent's Wanderings

Name: Mr. Vincent Hemmingwell
Status: Calm

That made some kind of sense, so Vincent didn't inquire anything further from Dog. He just remembered that the hotel was still in a rather crazed situation, and forgot about it while looking at all the guests as if checking in wasn't as a worst time as ever. It really was just so calm.

"Yes, I used to have a small thing accompany usually. Would often ask for food." Vincent said, a bit intending it to be vague. Vincent wondered how long will the day continue. He's been trying to pass time until it'd be fine to return to his room.

"... Earth might not be such a bad place. I'll remember to ask from you." Vincent said to Dog.

Vincent's Profile

Name: Mr. Vincent Hemmingwell

Gender: Male

Age: ?

Biography: Comes from a plane called Nerveer. Vincent described the place as a "dark haven". He also says he's not rather happy about the place, so he is thus a guest of The Random Hotel.

Personality: Seems very polite despite appearances.

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.

 

[SachiGrl]

Owner

Fawna pulled at her collar to let some air into her clothes. She, also, took hold of a random pamphlet and used it was a fan while she caught up with her breath. She found herself reddening slightly at the way Kelfir touched his whiskers and smirked at her mysteriously. "Lost?" she let out a chuckle, but still tugging uncomfortably at her shirt's collar, "Oh, I see!" She turned to Lianna with a smile, "My hotel is in a third dimension from your universe, Lianna." She looked to her long-eared guest and added, "And, we are one-hundred twenty.. seven, I believe, dimensions from your world, Mr. Laroot. My hotel's door appears randomly through several dimensions to unite beings from throughout the universe and its several dimensions." She pointed at the hotel's front door entrance with her pamphlet in hand as she continued explaining, "If you, sir, left right now, you'd return to Leporidae, and she, back at the jungle. Let's say Lianna wants to go with you to your world, you would have to leave first with her hand in yours." She put her hands, one atop the other, and rested her chin there as her elbows propped her head up. "Oh, and one more thing. If you ever wish to come back..." with a wink she handed Kelfir her business card, "...send me an email and the door will reappear at your request." She, also, gave Lianna a card with a warm smile. "Did you want a room perchance," she asked her winged-guest.
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benectroon Aisling

 

[KAmber]

(uhh... i'm waiting for my liscence thing, i think.)

 

[SachiGrl]

(uhh... i'm waiting for my liscence thing, i think.)

((To sell alcohol? Sorry, I don't have the paperwork for that. If you like, you can apply to be a bartender at my hotel and you can consider that.. your licensing~))

 

[KAmber]

(welp. then youshould prolly tell KAmber that. you'll just miss out on moltov cocktails.)

 

[SachiGrl]

((I'll brb. If you SachiGrl tag me, I'll know for sure you're talking to me next time. I have a lot of customers today~))

 

[Raku]

Subject 251 "Rilee"


Subject 251, or as people call him, Rilee was the finest piece of genetic experimentation to grace the British Armed Forces Genetic Research Program. The date that his success was officially confirmed was January 21, 2164. After 250 failed tests in the program, he seemed to be the first success. They managed to get him to 5'10" and weigh some 130 lbs Almost immediately after he shows signs of human intelligence and thought, the scientists got to work on educating the otter. It took about 3 years to educate him to the level of a 4 year college graduate. It was safe to say he was more than a quick learner. During those 3 years, he was also trained by some of the top SAS operatives. Again it was evident that he was a very quick learner. Now that he's been fully educated and trained, he's been put to work. His first mission was a simple reconnaissance mission. Scope out an enemy stronghold, locate and mark weak points, and get out without being spotted. Mission was a success. His next few were S and D's, sabotages, and assassinations. He aced all of them. His most recent one was a bit of a "snatch and grab" mission. Intel said that the enemy had developed some sort of teleportation technology. It was still in it's prototype stage, but it was seen as better off in friendly hands. This is where we begin.

Subject 251 "Rilee"
The mission was going so well so far. I managed to get the tech they had. Turns out it's some kind of teleportation grenade. I was able to grab one along with documents on it's manufacturing. All was well, until some lucky bastard spotted me as I was getting out of that room. It soon turned into a full blown battle, well, more like a massacre on their part. I must have killed a few dozen of them before I saw the exit. Once I got out of the main facility, it was a full out sprint to get out of there. Enemies on my heels, shots buzzing past me, a few striking my body armor, I needed some my evac as soon as possible. Raising my hand to my ear piece, I call to Command, callsign Nest for today. "Nest, I've been spotted but I have the tech along with documents on it's development. Requesting a bird for evac, over" I spoke. "Negative 251, I hear those shots in the background. You have to get out of the hot zone or cool it down before we can send evac, over" they replied. "Bollocks" I grunted before turning back quickly to shoot down two targets. "Dammit. Copy that Nest. I'll see if I can shake them. 251 out" I told them before closing the line. Here's the plan; Do a mix of both eliminating hostiles while fleeing. I ran some more, running through dense forest so it'd be harder to hit me. I was actually loosing them. If it wasn't for the bloody blue scarf Dr Ryan gave me I might be harder to find. But I can't just get rid of it, besides, it's quite comfortable. I kept running and running. I thought I was clear until I was face to face with a 100 meter drop-off. Skidding to a stop, I moved away from the cliff. Fine, guess it's plan B. Kill em all, or at least enough where I can break through and run another way. There was more than I thought as they kept coming. I was running low on ammo for my rifle. The damn sniper function eats up the energy reserve in each mag fast as hell, but it is working. Soon I'll be down to my sidearm. I was left with this decision. Use the tele-gren to get out of this or not? As a few more shots slammed into my cover, I decided that I need to. I peak out to take another few shots at the bastards, but I'm answered by a couple rounds slamming into my shoulder. Thank God for the armor! I rolled back behind cover as I looked at the lead still stuck in my armor. "Damn" I mumbled. That was it, I need to go now. I wait for my chance before bolting for the cliff. I slide towards the edge before digging my knife into the trunk of a tree and tossing the grenade down. From what I saw that was how it worked. I felt my knife tearing through the wood, then it slips out. Now in free fall with my rifle in it's synced holster on my back and knife in hand, I think I'm gonna die. Quite the epitaph "Died from falling off of a cliff".

Then, to my surprise, the grenade seemed to have worked as I'm not a splat on the rocks, but rather I'm somewhere different. I hit a floor from appearing out of an electric blue wormhole a decent height in the air. Doing a quick back roll and whipping out my rifle, I'm greeted by what looks like a hotel lobby. My optic seems to be bugging out as the readings are going absolutely nuts, but most of it was still working. It was scanning many of the life forms that had turned to look at him before some moving away quickly. "What the hell?" I question under my breath as I lower my weapon. People still seem a little uneasy as the keep moving back. I open the comm line. "Nest, come in" I speak. Nothing but static responds. "Nest, come in!" I call yet again, and the same noise replies, static. Comms down as well. Shite. I return my rifle to it's holster and raise my hands a little. "It's alright. British Special Forces. I don't mean any harm" I say loudly. People seemed to be calming down.
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SachiGrl (don't really know what to do here. a heavily armed bipedal otter just dropped in)

 

[SachiGrl]

Owner

More guest were raining in, almost literally, and Fawna simply had to assign Lianna a random room number that was available, "I'll assign you room 233 for now. Let me know if it is not to your liking." She looked over to KAmber as he, apparently, changed his attire and gave her an inquiring look. She snapped her fingers trying to remember what he asked for earlier. She had been so occupied, she hadn't the chance to respond to him. "So sorry for the delay. I don't truly offer a license unless you're employed at the hotel. The applications are at the second post of the hotel thread."

Finally, her ear's twitched at the sight of rifle, "Erm.." She was practically a deer caught in headlights until he deemed the location safe and lowered his gun. She cleared her throat to gain his attention, "Would you like a room until your team has reached you?" she cocked her head slightly as she asked. Her tail wiggled uncomfortably behind her. She wasn't too fond of guns. In the meanwhile, she looked down and began typing an email to her mechanic. Since he was in a different dimension, she would have to send the hotel door to have him here as soon as possible. First, she needed his exact location.
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Aisling KAmber Raku

 

[Raku]

Subject 251 "Rilee"
I was surprised when someone had approached me. The scanner on my optic identified them as a female as well as other biological readings, but all others read "ERROR". She looked like a deer from back home. She had asked me if I wanted to stay in a room until my "team" arrived. Well, I don't think my "team" is gonna get to me any time soon. "Uh, yes please. And sorry for disturbing the peace a bit" I said before continuing. "In case you can't tell I just escaped a firefight" I said while showing her the dents in my armor where the bullets hit. One was actually stuck in. I pulled the deformed projectile out of the armor on my shoulder. This was definitely the weirdest thing to happen to me. I was just falling off of a cliff, now I'm in a hotel speaking with a humanoid deer. Strange day indeed.
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SachiGrl

 

[SachiGrl]

Owner

Fawna waved at him dismissively, "Ah, no worries." She began typing his information and looking for the room with the best service, "Aha!" Of course, the best room would have been in the very top floor of her hotel. Which still had several malfunctioning robotic maids which she should warn him about. "Umm..." she wasn't sure how she'd break it down to him, but she knew he was an abled being, "There's some robots malfunctioning up in that floor still. If you can deactivate them without... damqaging them, that'll be great!"
Raku ​

 

[Raku]

Subject 251 "Rilee"
I was glad that it was no problem. I was somewhat worried she would have guards come in. She appeared to be the owner as she tapped away on a tablet. The news I received next was odd. Up on the top floor she had some bots malfunctioning. I did learn a good deal on robotics, surely I could help."Alright. May I ask in what way they are malfunctioning? Is it just refusing to comply or carry out orders or is it something worse?" I asked. It would be helpful to know if they were going crazy and being aggressive or just not working. She did say without damaging them though. These energy based rounds would demolish them, so I could see why.
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SachiGrl

 

[SachiGrl]

Owner

In an embarrassed like manner, she scratched the back of her head as he inquired more about her robots, "Umm.." there was some clear hesitation in her voice, "some bang their heads against the wall, others grab objects and lunge them spontaneously, and.." she gestured at the several deactivated robots lying on the couch that her guest, Mr. Vincent, so kindly placed them there, "most attack my clients on site." She let out a frustrating sigh, "Today was a crazy day. Lightning struck and all of them went haywire. " She tried to explain, "I emailed my mechanic and he hasn't responded yet. Being in a different dimension and all, it is hard to reach others."
Raku ​

 

[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.

Things were getting a bit hectic here in the lobby. There were people popping up, yelling, etcetera. Dog wished people weren't so loud, but then he remembered the good things that were loud, like amusement parks, music sometimes, and children laughing. Those last two things were his and Daisy's favorites. Speaking of, Daisy was now lying in a more upright position. She was grumbling a bit, glancing sideways at Dog every once in awhile. It seemed someone had finally remembered breakfast.

Waving goodbye to Vincent, Dog snapped his fingers for Daisy to follow him and walked up to the counter. He patted the newcomer, whos name was Rilee, on the shoulder. "Don't worry Fawna," he said, "I'll make sure he gets to his room allright." He dropped his hand, instead holding it out to Rilee now. "Hey, my name is Dog. That's Daisy." Daisy waged her tail in response, but eyed the gun warily. Dog did so less obviously, but one could still tell it made him uncomfortable. "I can tell you more about it on the elevator ride there, it'll take a bit."

Dog went to leave the reception desk, but he turned back to Fawna. "Oh, Fawna. Daisy wants some breakfast, could you get us the uhhh, what was it that we had last time? If you still have something with cooked beef in it, I'm sure we'd enjoy sharing it."

With a nod and a gesture of his hand, Dog beaconed Rilee to the elevator.
Raku SachiGrl