First Floor Landing
Raegan was at work when the mysterious message appeared in her journal, scrawls of ink appearing on the page as though by magic. The club was loud, and she was seated out of sight in the midst of hanging coats with her iPod as she usually was when the first rush died down. She liked the journal, and she liked reading the words that appeared, words from other people, even though she observed more often than she responded. Technically her shift didn't end for another two hours, but the mention of doors and keys was simply too much to resist. She peered over the counter, ensuring that no one was watching her, and scribbled a quick note to her boss about being sick and having to leave before hopping over and heading outside. She considered walking, but considering the hour decided that paying for a cab would be worth the cost if it kept her from getting into trouble. The journal and key were already on her, tucked into her ragged black-and-purple messenger bag slung over her shoulder, and she hummed with excitement the entire ride there. Dreaming about Westeros and reading about it was one thing, but the possibility of actually going there herself was almost too much to hope for. Of course, it might be Jon who was able to enter, but she'd still be with him, hopefully, and that was just as good. He was a little wary of the invitation, but he too was anxious to return home, presumably back to the Wall.
It looked like something haunted, the hotel, but Raegan wasn't the least bit deterred. She wandered inside and immediately headed for the staircase, wanting to find her door as quickly as possible. Clad in a sleeveless hoodie paired with a denim skirt and ankle boots, Raegan took the stairs two at a time and paused on the landing. Jon didn't know which direction to choose any more than she did, but she thought that maybe her door would be higher up, considering Jon was from the North and all. It might have been flawed logic, and she chewed on her lip for a moment before reaching into her bag for the key. Maybe it would help guide her, she thought, and took an experimental step to the right with her key held out to see if anything would happen.