Generation NeXt

J is actually talking to his mother on his communicator when the connection drops and he frowns - this is damn alien technology, it's not supposed to drop your calls unless you smash it with a sledgehammer. He fiddles with it for a moment, not bothering to look up as he walks, since he knows the way to where he's going by heart - but pauses (literally) when he bumps into ... a tree, and once his attention is lifted from the communicator he can hear— is that a river?

He groans, wondering if he hit something on his pinpoint wrong by bumping it but when he checks it doesn't show that he's gone anywhere and it makes him a little nervous - it gets worse when said pinpoint won't take him anywhere else, just giving him error messages he's never seen before. He's heard stories, from his mother, about places that you can't leave and he doesn't like that prospect in the least.

He starts wandering the grounds, and once he reaches the actual hotel he is thoroughly annoyed and well-acquainted with plant life. He sits, stubbornly, on a half-wall that's part of the architecture and just rubs his temples for a moment, muttering. "Shit, I'm going to get my ass kicked if I got myself stuck somewhere," a pause, "I wonder whose universe this even is." Ah, the important questions.

And then, one day, things wake up.

The guest register has vanished. Behind the massive reception desk sits a small, elegant woman with her dark hair pinned neatly back. Pinned to her blouse is a discreet tag reading Clarissa Medina. Calls to the front desk are now answered promptly, in a warm and serene alto.

Inside the restaurant the bar is lit up and the kitchen active. Those who seat themselves are promptly attended by a young and sweet-faced blonde with a sunny smile. Her nametag reads Keri Elliott. Occasionally she pauses on her way by to exchange words with the bartender, a slim, dark-eyed, ageless man by the name of Jesse Hancock.

Returning to one's room, one may find a woman just leaving: Jenna Russo, her dark hair tied back in a scarf, her smile a little mischievous. Beside each phone is a small card reading Room Service is now operating; this is invariably carried out by a slightly tousled young man whose nametag reads, somewhat portentously, Kenton Graves.

[Open post! It was decided that NPC staff would keep things interesting, so here is your chance to get to know them.]

Magdalen looks at the new, unfamiliar building unblinkingly. With her parents, she's gotten used to things not being right or consistent, but this is still, somewhere down in her stomach, unsettling.

Finally, she calls, "Well? What is it?" with haughty confidence almost wholly assumed. "What do you want?"

Magdalen is the daughter of Linden Kohlrabi and Queen Morgause of Orkney.

The front door swings open and Hannah, broom in hand, storms inside mumbling angrily to herself. As she begins to sweep the foyer in broad, furious strokes, it is some moments before she slows and raises her eyes to actually look at her surroundings. Lifting the broom off the ground, she clutches it protectively in both hands as she advances cautiously down the hall. All she's sure of is that her house isn't half so big as this.

John stares up at the multistory building in front of him. This is new. This is very new.

He advances up the front steps, opens the door, and goes inside. In the huge ante-room, he finds a marble desk, the kind that always seem like they're going to be bigger than you are. Across it is spread a book full of numbers with little keys taped next to them.

His writing isn't great, but he can at least sign his name, and on a whim he does, right next to some number that looks big and round. Then he snatches up the key and runs off into the hall, in case he wasn't supposed to do that, and when he's run enough that he's pretty sure nobody saw him, he starts to explore.

This place is big.

John Roland Thatcher is the son of Jocelyn and William Thatcher from A Knight's Tale