EVENT LOG: 1 || 2ND FLOOR

[scelerata_mods]

The air in the hotel resumes its stale smell once the clock struck nine. The atmosphere becomes musty, the walls dinge and mildew. It's the same thing that happens each night at the Cardinal Glen, and the guests are likely used to the change by now. The desk clerk sees the time on the old clock in the lobby and takes to his break, stealing away to the kitchen as the clock's gongs echo throughout the first floor.

As if on cue, the lights of the second floor hallway flicker and flare. There's an oppresive air at the end of the hall, opposite of the stairs at room 207 were one to be out despite the warnings of night walking. Everything starts to feel heavy, the only refuge being a guest's room. As the minute hand ticks away, sounds begin to fill the void. The first sound one would notice is the creaking. The slow, sure creaking of the floor at the end of the hall. The second is the footsteps. A heavy, ominous tread of a single being walks down the hall of the second floor, slowing only in front of each guest's door, as if listening for something. Anything.

Once at the stair case, the footsteps stop, as if the being has left the floor.

Within minutes, the footsteps return, starting at the stairs and making their way back to its origin at room 207. If characters were to peek outside their door, they would see nothing. No person, no being, no spirit. Only air and the grimy, peeling wallpaper they see each night. But the sounds begin each hour, from room 207 to the stairs and back, until the lobby clock strikes 6:00.

[mod note: this will happen each night on the 2nd floor from 9PM to 6AM until July 11!]

Comments

[zipperbent]

Overkill.

Best word to describe this place, really. The hotel was creepy enough with just the near-empty halls and limited staffing to contend with, but such piddly trifles weren't cutting it, apparently. Oh no. Gotta add in creaks and groans and light flares and footsteps belonging to-

Nobody.

Bolin knows this because, when they stopped right in front of his door, he had the choice of either flinging it open or trying to blend in with the furniture (camouflage! it's all about the camouflage!). He chose, perhaps stupidly, option number one, and was prepared to earthbend the snot out of whoever waited on the other side- even if that person was a friend. Bend first, apologize later.

"Okay. Ooooookay. Right. Yes. Empty."

No apologies necessary, turns out. Nobody to apologize to.

His next instinct is to wheel about sharply and look behind him, inside the room, because...maybe his visitor had mad slithering skills and also the power of invisibility. Stranger things have happened.

Once he's satisfied the only person in or near his room is in fact himself, he decides quite abruptly that he is in the mood for a chat with his brother. A long chat. An all night sort of chat. Sleep is for the weak. Real men stay up doing...stuff. Chatting. About things.

Geez it's like he stole some of Tenzin's genius.

Never mind he all but sprints to his brother's room. ('This, Onceler,' he thinks, 'is one of those times when running through the halls is acceptable.')

"Hey, Mako! Open up! It's your favorite brother, here to spend some quality brother time with you!"

And so what if his knocking is a little insistent. He's just eager to get started on the chatting. Yeah.

...If Mako doesn't hurry up he might break the door down in his eagerness.