reincarnation psl

Who: EVERYONE. Everyone is invited.
What: This is Halloween.
Where: The Bates Motel in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
When: Saturday night, October 31st, 2015
Warnings: Every kind of warning probably.

( Checking in. )

WHO: Hannah Ryan and OPEN!
WHAT: Dreaming!
WHERE: Dreamland
WHEN: Tuesday morning, but she's not really feeling like time has passed.
WARNINGS: Violence, language, scary shit?

( Come on baby, don't fear the reaper. )

Who: Chris Holloway
What: Still on the search for his brother
When: Over the course of the week we get back to the present
Where: Various locations
Warnings: Sadness.

( Woke up the family, everybody cried. )

Who: The Justice League/Avengers/Villains
What: Christmas/Holiday Party
When: Friday evening (late post is backdated)
Warnings: It's the JL/A. Consider yourself warned.

Who: Dot Adams & Chris Holloway
What: Breaking & Entering
Where: Chris's place in Queens
When: Wednesday 1PM
Warnings: not that i can think of?

( most people only saw what they wanted to see )

Who. EVERYONE. Seriously, everyone. Shhhh just come.
What. On the night of All Hallows Eve the spirits come out to party
Where. The Hotel Chelsea in New York City
When. Forward dated to Monday night, October 31st 2011
Warnings. Anything goes. An.y.thing.

The Hotel Chelsea. Also known as the Chelsea Hotel, a historic hotel and landmark located in the midst of New York City. It's located at 222 West 23rd Street, between Seventh and Eighth Avenue, and still home to many residents both permanent and guest alike. On any other day it's the same establishment it's been known for since 1884, with a few minor differences here and there of course, including the resent closure two months prior. The residents (both mundane and celebrity alike) come and go, but the place remains the same. Except for tonight.

Tonight, the ghosts of check in's past have made the place their own.

All twelve stories of the breathtaking building are giving off a pleasant glow from the hotel's lighting, every suite vacant and decorated to the nines. The spiraling staircases are perfectly polished, as if no pair of hands has ever touched them. The stairs and door leading up to the private rooftop are wide open, and every dining sized room a hauntingly gothic themed mixture of reds and blacks lit only by candlelight. Tables full of various foods and drinks litter the common rooms, and the determinedly steady bass of the DJ's booth drowns out the soft murmurings of the masked party goers weeving their way from room to room. The only downside to a masked ball is that you never know who it is you're sneaking into an unoccupied room with, until it's too late.

To the outside observer, it might look as if the place is lit and buzzing with nobody home, but that is far from the case. For the minute the lights came on in the hotel, reincarnates everywhere could feel the Hotel calling to them. Beckoning them inside by the calm, yellow glow of the moon, for a night they'll never forget.

Let the tricks and treats begin.