i'm going outside to take it all in (open)

[sorte]

WHO Crosby Street Hotel Residents + you
WHAT october 2025 catch-all
WHERE 79 Crosby Street, SOHO Manhattan
WHEN all month
WARNINGS i'm sure someone will do something warning worthy somewhere.

♠ This lion lives there apparently somewhere. Their name is Momo. They aren't glamoured to look like anything but what they are. This was at one point a family-friendly place, maybe.

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ooc notes. this is a catch all for the Crosby Street Hotel during TNDNBTG event (October 2025.)

Since there's several people either visiting because they got dragged there by someone, are now living there (permanently or temporarily) or whatnot. It's completely open if you need/want to do anything even if you aren't staying there, so feel free to stop by, be nosy, whatever! or if you wanna come play with the extent of a combo illusion between a lightweaver and illusionist have weaved because why be productive when you can just make your situation look better than it actually is, by all means!

There's always a fire going, too, so anyone who is cold or needs to dip in can just do so. it's like a regular hotel, you can just walk in and stuff. Yes, if you had a long walk and need a place to crash during sundowning because it's a little too far in the dark to make it back to your place, you're also welcome! Or you wanna stop by for a drink, etc.

Three open area toplevels have been made on the first floor, you are welcome to tag into those or make your own TL for others to tag into. If you want your character to temporarily stay, please just assume they are doing so, they don't need my OOC permission. If they're going to stay permanently, please let me know in some manner so I can add you to the list in case anything widespread happens that all residents would be aware of!

Showing up and never leaving is an acceptable form of lodging, just assume after a few days Aventurine got annoying and made them start contributing in some way to access to the supplies in the back. Anyone who lives there and contributes in some way (supply gathering, tidying up, even just being social butterfly to other people there or keeping an eye on guests and greeting them) can have access to the stash. Aventurine's goods and materials stash is quite extensive, as it's a combo of his own and Lortel's as he's inherited that since her disappearance.


Current Permanent Residents (as of week 1 of the event that I'm aware of:)

HSR Cast (Aventurine, Caelus, Sunday, Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, Phainon)
Theseus
Dazai
Nicola
Tsukasa

+Hanzo as of week 2!!

1ST FLOOR LOCATION TOP-LEVELS

MAIN LOBBY
BAR & RESTAURANT
THE DRAWING ROOM

Comments

[saudades]

[Through the Murmur, you may feel a gentle, yet insistent mental tug -- perhaps not so different from the Danger Cats pawing for your attention. Should you choose to humor it, the tug asks you to follow the thread back to its source, where a young man is draped over the bar counter as though his spine has lost its vertical integrity and is roughly in the consistency of gelatin. Once he hears your footsteps, he turns his chin just slightly to the left, one uncovered eye meeting yours. His gaze is piercing, yet terribly empty.

And when he finally speaks? It sounds faintly petulant, like a child.]

None of the movies in this genre prepare you for how booooooring the apocalypse is. Nothing here even wants to kill me properly! Whoever heard of a zombie apocalypse where all the zombies are just part of a cult??

[Huffpuff. He points right at you, with an arm wrapped in bandages.]

You. Aventurine-kun brought you, didn't he? You must be interesting. Help me think of something to do.

[regulate]

[ Aventurine definitely does have a knack for making friends with all sorts of colorful characters, which sort of includes himself now -as much as Sunday is resisting categorizing their acquaintanceship in those terms. He steadily approaches the stranger, having been caught in the midst of simply exploring the different spaces in the hotel, and while he had not been particularly searching for company, it seems as though company has found him. It would be impolite to brush him off. ]

We knew one another prior to our arrival here, though I am not sure 'interesting' is what he would call me.

[ No need to elaborate further at the moment. He changes the subject quickly. ]

I presume scavenging and salvaging materials is out of the question for a suggestion. Are you a fan of music then?

[saudades]

[Changing the subject? Not so fast. Dazai's still interested in the first one.]

No? What might he call you, then?

[He looks over the man who's arrived in his space more properly, now. Dazai doesn't know very much about Aventurine beyond the things that have leaked through the mental connection they all share, and what's lingered as residue since that leakage. Someone from his housemate's past, then, is of immediate intrigue.

But at length, he does offer a proper response to the question he was asked. Give and take is useful in these matters, after all.]

...I've a soft spot for old jazz, I suppose.

[It's the type of music that was most commonly played by the proprietor at Lupin, after all.]

[regulate]

[ He smiles tightly. ]

An acquaintance from his universe. We had a few business-related meetings with one another back in my former job.

[ Again, that's all he plans to explain as he moves over to the piano, sitting on the bench. ]

You can move closer if you wish. I know a few jazz tunes you may like. Do you prefer upbeat or more relaxed?

[ It's easier to talk music than to think about exactly why he is not at his former job any longer and Aventurine's role in that, though he mostly has himself to blame. It's his own plot that landed him in chains and under house arrest by the Family. ]

[closetdweller]

[Urushihara, in his hoodie and with a handkerchief tied over his mouth and nose as a makeshift mask to protect against the dander from that beast they called a lion that lurked inside the hotel, hunkered deeper into the heavy folds of fabric and cast the puddle of a man a wearied, tired look.]

What did you expect?

[He asked with a droll boredom that carried the odd weight of time,]

Once the pillaging and destruction is over, there's really not much left. Just the hollowed out shells of cities and fields the don't even have food anymore.

[Which, now that he had the experience of being human, sounded needlessly cruel. No wonder the church's holy warrior, the Hero Emilia Justina, had made him drop from the sky.]

Of course the cause is part of a cult. In the place I'm from, it was the Devil's Army. It's always a group thing if it's not a natural disaster.

... Or a people-caused disaster. Whatever the difference is in this place.

[He heaved a sigh and tugged down his hood, revealing a shock of shaggy white hair that he had been hiding under it.]

... I'd offer to kill you, 'cause it's been a while and I could use the practice, but you're right about Aventurine. It'd probably make him mad.

[He glanced around, furtive.]

Is that demon lion still around? I need a break from this thing.

[saudades]

[What did he expect? He's not sure, to be fair. Something exciting, maybe. A more interesting death than starvation or exposure. It reminds him, oddly enough, of the stretch of time where he came to the conclusion that joining the Mafia had been a failure; he came searching for some reason to live amidst the death and destruction, and still found nothing.]

A bit more danger, perhaps. Those Host creatures could have the decency to try to tear me apart, but all they want to do is force me to look at the Moon. It's very unfortunate.

[BIG SIGHS! He is truly the most inconvenienced anyone has ever been by this.

The non-offer, such as it is, is interesting though. Dazai can't help a quiet laugh.]

That's quite a bold claim. Only Aven-kun's reaction would stay your hand? Many people have attempted to assassinate me, you know, but none have ever come close to success.

[He hums idly, before peeling himself off the stool and getting to his feet.]

Tell you what, why don't we give it a try? If you can knock me out before the next time Momo-chan wanders in here, we'll call it a win for you. Loser owes the winner a favor of their choice.

[closetdweller]

[Sighing, he pulled off the handkerchief and started shrugging his way out of his oversized hoodie that was probably intended to be slept in.]

A guy asking for death can't be that tough,

[He said, sounding bored, and dropped the hoodie to the side. He stretched his white wings, ragged from being hidden, and shook his head in a futile attempt to get his equally white hair out of his face.]

Not just Sunglasses. With my luck, actually succeeding will make me puke.

[Urushihara made a displeased face.]

I hate how these Earth worlds keep changing the rules~

:)

[funnystory]

[ Ellen blinks once, head canting slightly as he goes on, but otherwise retains her stoic countenance. It's nothing more than a coincidence that she's here, ever in the right place at the right time, and she places her hands on the edge of the counter. Her eyes wander this way and that before she abruptly gets back up, finding a pen and paper that someone had left about, then taking her seat once more. ]

I've read of them.

[ Though "zombies" isn't the term that was used for them, nor "apocalypse," but some equivalent; stories of the dead rising from their coffins and crawling their way up from the earth have existed as long as humanity has.

She jots down a few lines on the paper in elegant copperplate script:

Once, a girl found a big box.

The Bird of Happiness was inside.

The bird would take her to Forever Land, or so she hoped.

Once done, Ellen sets the paper down and slides it over to where Dazai sits. The young girl doesn't elaborate, but he might be able to pick up on the idea: They write one or two lines each to create a story. ]