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19 December 2010 @ 10:42 am
WHO: That 'tag yourselves in' thing? Yeah. Let's do that again.
WHEN: Late evening of December 19th through 6PM December 22nd
WARNINGS: Time will tell, so for now, let's just cover our basics until more specific ones can be made: cursing, violence, drama, couples, etc.
SUMMARY: Everyone who attended the holiday dinner thrown by Remus and Miles is now trapped together in an icy hell for three and a half days. As the days progress, conditions worsen, growing incredibly severe. What, exactly, will several dozen people of all shapes, sizes, powers, and alignments do when forced to face their combined and potentially horrific impending doom...?
FORMAT: IF IT FEELS GOOD, DO IT! Long prose, action brackets, rapidfire dialogue, present tense, past tense--whatever floats your narrative boat!


As characters progress through the days ICly, any number of things can and will be going wrong. This is an experiment in balancing free-form play with guideline challenges, so it's set up a little differently. In order to allow players as much time as possible to play, we have decided to provide a way for all four days to be accessible at once rather than attempting/spamming with a new log every day. Play and tag around however you like--if you want to take each day as it comes, that is perfectly welcome; if you would like to move back and forth between them, that is also 100% valid as an option. Don't worry too much about perfect continuity timing, either--this is for fun, not science, so do as much as you want to!

Please also remember that you are not restricted to only tagging into something on the IC day; players may start, finish, or generally carry on as far beyond the 22nd as they want! If we still have people actively threading and playing around doing new things on January 13th, this log is not over and you are not late. Let's see if we can make LJ's comment limit weep for mercy!

Visual aides are provided for each floor on each day, with important reminders on the side, so that a quick memory jog is just around the corner if you need to check back on a detail; please comment to these floor-markers when making new threads so that people can find the action by day and floor. The hotel is laid out exactly as shown, including room arrangements, floor designs, frozen-through bathrooms, how far the snow explosions initially extend inward, and all that, so you won't have to worry about whether your made-up detail meshes with someone else's.

When starting a new thread, do so under the appropriate day/floor subsections, and please try to mark your initial subject title informatively to some degree so that people will know what they're looking for--whether it's open or closed, or what general time of day it is, or who's in it, or what it's about, or any combination of the sort. It'll really be helpful to everyone OOCly, since characters will more than likely be doing an awful lot during their stay... after all, where else are they going to go~?

Remember, this was primarily created an exercise in CR rut-breaking, characters learning how to work as a community (or, depending on how dangerous they are, how to better work against it), and lasting personal developments... so have fun and let's shake out those tired old RPing limbs! :D


The order of NPC cold-virus carriers is as follows, skipping places if necessary due to deaths before the appropriate turn.
The three tourists, the two housekeepers, the grandson, his grandmother, the bellhop, the husband and wife, the front desk clerk, and Edgeworth himself.
If someone kills the tourists along the way, it is to be assumed that the two housekeepers become the next reason people are falling sick (and it's possible that their killer gets it him/herself). In that scenario, if someone did not interact with the tourists, but did shake hands with the housekeeper, it means they suddenly become at risk of getting sick even if they weren't before. Should it happen to get down to Edgeworth-as-main-disease-spreader, please take note of the following: because of the effects his powers have on him, he has not been/will not be presenting symptoms, and it's very likely that a great many people will have been around him at least once...

Nobody will/can actually be bitten by Lupin on the night of the 21st, as Ty has not cleared the making of new werewolves, although close calls, other injuries, panics, mob reaction/mob defense, and whatnot are welcome!


There really will be no running water as of 4PM December 20th. That's probably going to translate to an awful lot of horrible-smelling people by the end of the plot. Combined with the need to keep close to conserve heat... well, I can only suggest that your characters pick up a clothespin or some cotton balls from the ground floor's housekeeping supply room before it gets too cold to go down there.

Miles and Remus are obviously not getting their security deposit back when this is over, and the owner will be cashing in his insurance policy with a sigh before deciding to just open a small coffee shop named Beenz next time.


I have ____ power! I can totally do _____ to the blizzard/force field! Hooray!
Nope--sorry! For the duration of the plot, when it comes to trying to break free, you can consider your powers pretty hardcore nerfed by the multi-layered and ultra-complicated nature of Remus' wild magic and the sheer force feeding into it from the storm. Attempting to meddle with either the trap or the blizzard will fail... and more than likely, backfire in fascinating (but not always safe) ways. Feel free to make up your own effects and/or explanation for why they don't function. And, yes... this includes all-powerful god-types, too. The only way anyone gets out is through death or, more likely, the end of the plot. :)

Also, while areas of the hotel can be made warmer or colder as PC actions are taken, the slide toward most of the space within suffering below-freezing temperatures and cold damage is pretty much inexorable. The same magical containment field keeping the huge walls and ceiling of snow and ice in place is also expanding to mingle with Edgeworth's power as they essentially begins leaking into the hotel itself, meaning that once something is frozen/snowed over, that's it--once the shower is turned into a block of ice, it's blocked in until 6PM on the 22nd. Power backfires apply to these situations the same way they would the barrier outside the hotel.

Obviously, if your power is superstrength and you'd like to throw a king-sized bed at someone or teleport up a floor or Ruffle the towel rack, that's cool, as that's not escaping the hotel.

It's not so bad. My character will just chill out and talk on the comms until they can get out.
Theoretically a good idea, but other than the 'chill out' bit--and there will be plenty of that, believe you me--it's not gonna work. HP magic causes problems with Muggle tech, and with something as powerful as that? Well. From the moment the field and blizzard strike, comm functions will be mangled. Their ability to send or receive messages will be very twitchy on the first two days, with the feeds coming in and going out pretty damn garbled or static-y. On the 21st, the few messages that come in/get out will probably become nigh-unreadable. On the 22nd, they will stop working completely until such time as the characters escape.

You... don't have enough beds. At all. Are you aware of that?
Yes. The floor plans were intentionally designed to make it so that even from the very start there are less than half as many bed spaces as will be needed. This number will shrink as time goes on and beds become ruined by PC/NPC actions or main plot events. I hope some of you like tubs, hallways, and couches.

Can I add plots in ways that aren't in the pre-existing design?
Sure! If a Weasley twin wants to turn a half-dozen people into giant canaries and set them loose on the remaining inhabitants of the hotel, go right on ahead! That's what you're all here to do, actually. Same for anyone who'd like to start a fight, hold a competition, roast an NPC, attempt to poison a person they don't like, etc. Not everyone will react to being trapped in an ice block with 60+ strangers for four days in the exact same way...

Oh holy hell someone just did something that's going to kill us all quick quick what do we do AAAAGH WHO LIT THE ENTIRE SECOND FLOOR ON FIRE WE'RE ALL GONNA BURN IN HERE!!!!
If something gets way, way too far out of hand, and can't be resolved by any other PCs, either Ty or Grimm can be contacted and asked to BS a plot-device end to it somehow. I don't foresee this actually being a possible problem in any way, but if it somehow is at some point or another, don't worry about it. We're all here to have fun. No panicking necessary. <3

Okay, but seriously. My character just got _____ injury/is sick/is dying.
Then you'd better hope there's somebody who can help them out in the hotel with them! Nobody and nothing comes in or goes out until 6PM on the 22nd. Mind you, we totally encourage all manner of dramatics, these included, but be prepared for any possible consequences to your actions :3

So it IS okay if I want to die, right?
Of course. Your character may die along the way in some fashion or other if you want them to; mind you, you'll have to clear it with the mods first. The NPCs can also all be offed along the way if you feel the need, with that being first-come first-served and with the acknowledgement that retcons or 'THE REAL TRUTH' scenarios may become necessary as a result. (You may want to hit up the OOC comm announcement HERE if you would like to kill one/some of them in order to give other players as much of a heads-up as possible.)

Someone's starting to sing Kumbaya. Or Row, Row, Row Your Boat. Or both. Badly.
Get ear plugs, punch their teeth in, or sing along with them. Your choice. I can't be held responsible for poor tastes in music.

You're a sick, sick person.
I know. :)

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Miles A. Edgeworth
Dec 20 / Second Floor
bluffing_ruffle on December 19th, 2010 04:49 pm (UTC)
Alastair: hmf
outside room 105, about midday
hackeralastair on December 20th, 2010 06:50 pm (UTC)
It didn't take long for Alastair to get sick of the Italians. They weren't as annoying as some he had met in Italy itself, many years ago, but they were enough to ensure that he didn't want to spend any time in the room if he didn't have to. The language barrier ensured that he and Kiryu wouldn't lose their spot on the floor of 105 to anyone else, at least.

So he was out roaming, debating buying up a bunch of sodas from the vending machine and hoarding them in the room, or maybe looking for some fun. His comm wasn't working well enough to browse posts, and he didn't have his laptop, so he was pretty bored, but knowing that all of his floormates were in the building meant he had options. Plus, he had his deck on him just in case, and knew Ruka and Bruno were around somewhere.
Quatre Raberba Winner [Age 18]: pb; bullshit. this is such bullshit
so about that big-brother talk you wanted to give...?
pacifister on December 21st, 2010 01:58 am (UTC)
Quatre had been downstairs, checking for supplies and seeing just how far along the magic users had gotten with helping them escape. The answer to that was not very. Which led eventually to him taking on the task of gathering some supplies.

So, if Alastair is considering the vending machines, he'll find a certain blond is already there, getting himself something with caffeine, and absently considering how long they'll need to be trapped before someone breaks the machine open instead of paying the $1.75 for a can of Pepsi.

Edited at 2010-12-21 02:00 am (UTC)
Alastair: finally serious
hurhur :D
hackeralastair on December 21st, 2010 02:25 am (UTC)
"How much are they gonna gouge us for the soda?" Alastair wondered idly as he came up alongside Quatre to check. "Man, that sucks! I hate hotel food just because of that."
Quatre Raberba Winner [Age 18]: pb; if you want my expert opinion...pacifister on December 24th, 2010 05:21 am (UTC)
Quatre considered the can he was holding, glancing over at Alastair, recognizing him as another person on the tenth floor of Hell Tower. Without answering what was an obviously redundant question, he handed the can over.

"It's convenient," he explained. "The extra price is paying for that, mostly. At least, that's how businessmen reason it."
Alastair: lurkinghackeralastair on December 24th, 2010 05:57 am (UTC)
"It's still dumb." Alastair accepted the can, shrugging. "Still, I guess as long as that one guy's making dinner in the hotel kitchen, we don't have to bother with this stuff if we don't want to. Just, I can't help wanting a soda now and then."

He debated saying something more, letting a brief silence pass between them before speaking up again. "So. You're Quatre, right?"
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James Rogers: Wowcarrytheshield on December 21st, 2010 12:27 am (UTC)
James was tired of just staying in his room, and as he came up the stairs and onto this floor he was surprised to see little stars and a bright, colorful light.

He paused and watched, noticing Lyra. Was that her power? That was very cool.
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Tonks bounded up the stairs, taking them two at a time, but her pace quickly slowed to a stop when she saw that a section of the wall on this floor was now all stars and light.

"Blimey, that's beautiful," she breathed in awe, her gaze falling on Lyra, "Wotcher! Is that you? Doing this?" She gestured at the stars emphatically.
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"'Course I don't, it's amazing," Tonks replied, grinning, "Are you a witch or something, too?"
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Ysera: Mortal - some Dreams give hope
OPEN - 4:50 AM - Wandering through the hallways and stairwells
ofthedream on December 22nd, 2010 04:17 am (UTC)
Still unable to sleep, Ysera had left her room, 301, to walk through the hotel and try once more to get a feel for the barrier's magic. Both to get more in touch with her own power, and to avoid tripping over people sleeping in the hallways in the dark, Ysera shifted partially into her own dream, becoming only semi-tangible. She would pass through anyone she touched or who touched her. In this state she was both in her dream and in the physical world - and could more easily sense the barrier in both.

Looking as transparent as a ghost, Ysera walked through the halls from the fourth floor down to the first. Anyone she stepped on (or through) would feel the warmth of her where she touched, but may or may not notice her.
Quatre Raberba Winner [Age 18]: pb; so what are we doing?
Dusk. Around. Open.
pacifister on December 22nd, 2010 04:28 am (UTC)
Since it seems another day is on the agenda, Quatre is out, checking on every person that he comes across, offering blankets to anyone who might need them.
Calvinmore_surreal on December 22nd, 2010 09:23 pm (UTC)
Calvin is bored and Calvin is miserable and Calvin could definitely use a blanket. The answer in this situation is the same now as it has always been: retreat into fantasy.

Marooned on the unforgiving ice world of Gor-wik 5, intrepid intergalactic investigator Spaceman Spiff desperately hopes for rescue as the icy claws of death curl around his makeshift shelter! Outside, the wind howls with temperatures approaching that of liquid nitrogen. Inside, our hero grimly takes stock of his dwindling supplies and of the sordid group of misfits he has been forced to take refuge with. Can he survive long enough to escape this frozen purgatory? Can he?