The Best Dresser

Arrival (Open)

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The detective smiled over to the blonde as he stumbled his words, taking a large bite of his strawberry shortcake. He was quite enjoying this catching-up time with one of his protégé’s.

“Yes, I am L,” the black-haired man said assuringly, smiling to the blonde across the table from him.

#ooc #mello #mihael keehl #hotel666 shit #rp

A bit flustered, Mello grinned back at the man that had long since been something of an idol to him.

"Wow- I-I can't believe it...it's really you...you're supposed to be...well, you're dead...Kira got you," Mello stuttered.

"B-but Near and I...we kind of...picked up where you left off. Not together, mind you. I still can't stand that twit," the blonde muttered.

Mello was suddenly nervous; how would L himself react to knowing that Mello had allowed his emotions to prevent him from doing what was sensible- working with Near to defeat Kira? He really hoped L wouldn't be disappointed.

I've lost count of how many times I've said this in the past couple of weeks, but....I apologize for the lack of activity and am going to try to be more active.

Finally, I have a message for those that are following me that are not associated with Hotel666.

First of all, thank you. Some of you- and yes, I've looked at your pages- are good roleplayers and I'd love to do a thread with you. If any of you have/would be willing to make a LiveJournal RP account, I'd be happy to play with any of you. My RP journal is here.

Conclusion: No way out (Intro! Open!)

Oberstein simply nodded.

“I doubt it will be that hard to get people join on the case. It is obvious that people want to get out of here.”

Indeed, talking people into it wouldn’t be difficult as long as the people had some kind of logic. It was natural for people to group with the others especially in difficult times since it was beneficial for them. The offer wasn’t the kind of that they would easily deny. It was not just sentimental talk about how people should stick for each other. Oberstein understood this very well - he wasn’t that keen on people company for various reasons but he wouldn’t ever doubt it being stupid to work with other people.

A leader was important factor as well. Leader organized the group and made the biggest decisions but also handled reprimanding and such. However Oberstein was not keen on the thought of taking such position. Of course being the head of the Military Affairs it wasn’t that he lacked too much in leading skills but it was considerably different position from this. He wasn’t very skillful in raising the morale or taking care of internal disputes of those working under him - that was something that he left to Rear Admiral Ferner more than often.

Also, Oberstein preferred working with lower profile. Of course he gathered lots of (negative) attention since his methods were considerably different from the other Admiral ranks but he worked in silence rather than keeping long inspirational speeches or other similar-ish things.

And most of all he simply lacked the charm that a leader figure would need. Likable personality was incredibly important and he certainly was nothing like that.

“I decline the offer of the leading position though. I do not mind doing as commanded as long as long as the decisions are sensible.”

On the topic of the worlds he also just nodded. Oberstein could actually prove his point for he was carrying quite many pieces of evidence that he could possibly somehow prove where he came from - including the mechanical eyes. Those were probably the most visible thing for they occasionally flashed lightly with light red-ish colour especially when he made sudden movements.

“Paul von Oberstein.”

Mello nodded at Oberstein's words.

"It's nice to meet you, Oberstein. The issue will not be getting others to rally against the hotel; it'll be getting them to work as a single unit to do so. You know how people are; some of them are very prideful, or else would want the glory of defeating this hotel by themselves.

Mello himself had an issue with pride; or rather an inferiority complex of sorts. Not that he wasn't willing to work with someone; it's just that he hated being second fiddle, especially to someone who did not do as much work or put forth as much effort as he did.

"Would you at least agree to being the voice? You have a very...I don't know how to put it...logical? believable? persuasive? authoritative? pleasant?....sort of voice. I think people would listen to you if you were to speak to them."

Of course, Mello had excellent social skills and could convince anyone of anything given the proper amount of time, but his appearance- all leather attire, crucifixes, scared face, long hair- were against him as a public face. He had a feeling that Oberstein, with his uniform and clean cut appearance, would be likely to be taken more seriously than him.

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Well This Is Strange.

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The ginger simply gazed at the blonde with his mouth wide-open as soon as the words “why not think about staying” fell out of his mouth. Was he actually being serious?

“Mello, this place has no video games, no gas stations to buy cigarettes from, and no jobs. Why would you even want to stay?”

#hotel666 shit #OMG IM SORRY

"I don't smoke, and only play video games casually. And you never worked to begin with. Not that you needed to. Besides, in this place, everything you need is provided. There's always chocolate when I want it. Have you checked your room? You might find a game and some cigarettes there. "

Mello glared at his best friend.

"That comment was a knee jerk reaction to this place having everything I need and want, as well as getting me out of a very bad situation..."

#h666 #hotel666

I am so sorry about the lack of activity!

I've been dealing with a lot of stuff and I promise I will be more active soon.

As for my other accounts associated with hotel666,which will be Misaka, Rin, and Accelerator, I might not get to them tonight but I will very soon, I promise!

Well This Is Strange.

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“And I’ll help you try to find a way out, and provide any sort of catalyst or distraction that you need,” Matt nodded in agreement.

The ginger looked around at the apartment, carefully for the first time. “Yeah, it’s pretty well decorated, ain’t it? I didn’t even realize, but for a hotel, this is damn nice,” he said with an assuring smile.

#Yes Matt I know these two are flamers #Believe me I know

"Eh...it is comfortabele. And...what else have I got back in our world that isn't here? And I got rid of Kira and Near to boot. Maybe this place isn't so bad. Shit, unless this place doesn't put us through hell, why not think about staying? I mean, do you have anything to go running back home for?"

Mello knew that was a selfish look on things and regretted saying it almost immediately. Maybe when stated that way, Matt and Mello were better off here, but they weren't the only two drawn to this hotel.Other people here might have families, reachable goals, and who knows what else they were forced to leave behind.

Sure, that was their problem, not his. But...considering he was the heir to someone who fought for justice and what was right even if it costed him is life, Mello could not honestly say that he could support the powers of this hotel if it meant keeping others from their lives.

"...That was a stupid thing to say. Of course we should figure out how to break down this place. Shouldn't have even said that...what was I thinking?"

Conclusion: No way out (Intro! Open!)

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Oberstein listened as the other spoke and even found himself slightly curious about what he was told. He however withheld that curiosity without much effort as he didn’t want to drop the subject of the hotel. However he mentally noted everything he heard with care - you would never knew if you needed such information. Well, it was also a bit difficult to forget since the other’s background wasn’t the most common around. It also proved that the other would probably prove himself useful.

This time as the other finished talking Oberstein had only few seconds of silence before he started speaking.

“I cannot say my background is very interesting - at least not when compared to yours. I have an education that of normal soldier of the Galactic Empire - basic schooling and military academy.

At the moment I work directly under the current Kaiser as the Chief of the Military Affairs and my rank being that of a Fleet Admiral. My area of expertise is mostly within politics, strategies, war crimes and other such matters. “

He spoke quite mechanically and said nothing that there was no need to say. One of the reasons that the Kaiser - though at that time “only” known as the youngest Fleet Admiral ever exist: Reinhard von Lohengramm - had accepted Oberstein to his forces was simply that Oberstein was capable to doing tasks that others wouldn’t. Of course it wasn’t quite that black and white as that but any necessary, dishonourable and cruel task was his to take and Oberstein had qualms about this. However it would have been quite tasteless and distracting topic to bring into the conversation so yet again Oberstein said nothing.

“I cannot say that I have even the slightest experience on anything about supernatural matters at all - I did not even believe such things until coming here nor thought of it. I cannot say I had much interests at all.”

Things that interested Oberstein were more than often also important and not just to himself but important on much grander scale. To be more accurate: there weren’t many things that Oberstein valued only personally. Getting out of the hotel wasn’t that much different. Oberstein had no doubt that the New Galactic Empire could function without him but the task he had been planning to do was another matter. He needed to get out and in order to get out he had to he would have to be interested in supernatural things.

”I have to admit that I do not really have any ideas other than forming some sort of organized group in order to deal with this. Other than that I am afraid that I cannot say I know anymore than you do - in fact probably even less.”

He paused a little. The thing he was about to say… He was pretty sure he had understood it right but in order to be sure he asked:

“…also, I think I have a vague idea what it might be about but I would like you to reaffirm me about this ‘other world’ matter.”

Mello listened to the other with keen interest; even if this man wasn't a gifted genius or top of his area of expertise, it didn't mean he wasn't useful and couldn't be an asset to the people trapped in this hotel. If he was well versed in politics, he could certainly be used as a mouthpiece to get others interested in fighting back. It wasn't like Kira; you wouldn't be killed for trying to rally against the force of this hotel. More people would likely step forward in that case.

"I completely agree with the fact that a group should be organized to not only figure out what this hotel is doing, but also how to stop it. We need to convince as many people as possible that working together as a single unit is the best way out of this mess. The more people from different backgrounds we have on board, the best chance we have of getting the hell out of here."

The blonde was uncertain what the other meant by "reaffriming the other worlds", but he guessed that the man wanted to make sure that Mello was definitely from a different world than him and had no knowledge of the events of his world. Indeed, Mello had no idea what the Galactic Empire was; to him, it sounded like something out of a sci-fi comic. But then again, the Death Note sounded pretty imaginative too; until he saw it work with his own eyes.

"As for other worlds, yes, I'm fairly sure that I've never heard of your world and where you come from. It actually sounds pretty fanciful to me, but then again, so do notebooks that kill people and have monsters attached to them. But hey, I saw that with my own eyes. Who am I to say your world- or any other person's world- is made up?"

"And furthermore, if a group is to be established to dismantle this place, then I think that you should be at the very least its voice, even if you don't want or are unable to make a lot of decisions. I'm all for you and I being the leaders. You may not be top of the class, but that doesn't mean you aren't intelligent and shouldn't be taken seriously."

Mello was slightly nervous as to how that statement was going to go over with the man. He was honestly trying to compliment the guy, but some people took compliments badly. It was then Mello realized he'd forgotten one of the most basic human rules of courtesy. As a successor to self-proclaimed justice with a reputation to back it up, the blonde was embarrassed to have overlooked such a thing.

"I'm sorry. I don't think I've properly introduced myself. My name is Mello. Or at least, that's what I go by. Since Kira isn't here, and I really do kind of miss my name, I don't see any harm in telling you my real name. It's Mihael Keehl."

Arrival (Open)

“If this news about the hotel is bad news, then I would prefer if you did say it bluntly to me,” the detective stated, taking a bite of strawberry shortcake that he had gotten from the dinner table nearby, looking over the blonde.

“And as for seeing me… yes, you seem very similar to me as well. You remind me of an older Mihael Keehl I had taken to the orphanage, after the tragic murders of his parents by Russian police.”

"Y-you know me!? ....That has to mean....y-you're..."

Mello had sensed a familiarity as well as a high level of intelligence to this man...but...he never dreamed he was talking to the original L. He'd seen L once at a very young age right after his parents had been murdered before his eyes.This man's unruly black hair and soul reading stare definitely tied in with what Mello could remember about the original L's appearance.

Mello had almost completely forgotten about giving the details of this hotel to the man upon learning his true identity.

Conclusion: No way out (Intro! Open!)

Following the other Oberstein took his seat after fixing his cape just a bit. The dog came after him tooking it’s place at the Fleet Admiral’s feet curling into large ball. After leaning over to give a short pat for the dalmatian, Oberstein raised again and listened as the other talked.

It was all a little difficult to gather for someone so realistic as Oberstein was but at least he was rational enough to believe the stranger. It wasn’t trust either - Oberstein didn’t really trust people in most things but for now Oberstein saw no reason to deny anything the other had said. He remembered the feeling that the hotel had emitted when he had arrived before it - just as the other described it was as if it was drawing him in.

This was problematic. How could one go against something that they had no experience of any sort of? Even the space battles were almost impossible win if one hadn’t studied space physics in their whole lifetime or had no idea what black holes were. Because that was the level that Oberstein had on supernatural levels - he didn’t even know basics of it. In fact he hadn’t read a single page of any fictional book - and would those even help? It wasn’t a fictional world they were in now after all.

“…well, that makes things difficult.”

Pressing his temples lightly Oberstein’s thoughts shifted to the Galactic Empire and the state of affairs there. The war may have ended but that obviously didn’t mean that he could just slack off, in fact he had been quite busy with the task he had been given few months ago. He had no doubt that the Rear Admiral Ferner - his chief secretary - wouldn’t be able to take care of the tasks they were assigned to. Not at all. It was just that he had a task that he couldn’t give to his most ‘trusted’ subordinate.

Even more importantly if he ended up being stuck here for several months… He was reluctant to think of it but how much the situation would change?

#ooc #the number of OOC posts will go down I promsise

Mello could tell the stranger was in deep thought and did not want to bother him with useless chatter, so he felt it was best to get straight to the point. After all, he agreed with the stranger in the fact this situation was problematic, and you couldn't solve a problem by beating around the bush.

"I have no idea what kind of experience, knowledge, or training you have, and using my training, I'm guessing you aren't going to be willing to talk much without being persuaded, forced, or tricked. I'm against doing any of that as I doubt you're a criminal. But I'll tell you some of my background and say that if you have any kind of knowledge that get us out of here, it'd be great if you'd share it," the blonde began, pausing at the right moments and allowing the other man to absorb what was being said.

"I'm only 19, but I've been raised in an orphanage for geniuses since I was very small. And not just any orphanage for geniuses. We were handpicked and studied to become the successor to the world's greatest detective- an entity known only as L. Basically, I was studying advanced criminology, foreign languages, and the legal systems of multiple countries while most kids in my age group were still learning their native language and basic social interactions."

The blonde took a pause to make sure the man was still with him to find the other man was still paying attention.

"However, I do have a little experience with the supernatural, but it wasn't anything like this..."

[Bopping on into your ask to say hello, and that you're a fantastic Mello and it's really funny that you and Matt are dating IRL because same with myself and Greed. xD] Also headcanon: drawing. First word that came to mind.

Thank you very much. I have been playing Mello for two years now and am quite attached; although lately I've taken to playing other characters such as Accelerator from To Aru Majutsu no Index. It's even funnier because my boyfriend's real name is Matt and he loves video games. Sadly, my name is Jacey and not Michelle/Michaela/ Melonie (feminine form of Mihael or Mello) but I'm a lot like Mello IRL. My boyfriend also plays L here, as well.

As for drawing? I don't think Mello ever attempted doing it often because it states that one of the Wammy's kids- Linda - was good at drawing and I don't think he wanted to be told her drawings were better than his. I think Mello wrote instead. My Mello's always been a writer. However, if he did try to draw, I think he'd be decent at it

Reply drafed to L but I am saving it as my boyfriend asked me to do one muse at a time, and to reply to and post Mail's reply first~

lol I love playing Mello around L. It's pretty fucking funny.

Conclusion: No way out (Intro! Open!)

The words “your world” were what caught Oberstein’s attention now. It didn’t sound like a simple talk about the other planets which was the kind of thing he was used to - nobody used the word “world” anymore so… what was the talk about then? Perhaps something about the supernatural matters the other had mentioned before.

For a second Oberstein’s eyes dropped to the gun the stranger had. Not because of any kind of sense of thread - it was more about the fact how foreign the object seemed. Because - as noted before - those didn’t exist in the Galactic Empire anymore.

Making a quick decision Oberstein returned his eyes to the stranger in order to give his response to the request:

“I see no harm in that.”

Not so much talking about himself (he wasn’t really keen on that at all) but the talk about the hotel would probably prove useful sooner or later. He would need some information to build up any kind of deductions about it. Now he could only make some dull guesses.

Also the whole subject of ‘worlds’ was something Oberstein needed to go through. He had an idea what it might be about but it was always better idea to be sure about things than have vague thoughts.

Same hold true to the stranger. Whether he would be useful or a pest - Oberstein wasn’t that keen on company for several reasons but he would obviously need some contacts here. So far the stranger didn’t seem like a pest at very least.

#you are actually a very good roleplayer #just so you know

The blonde showed the interesting newcomer to a comfortable seat by the fire and got himself situated as well. The blonde had hopes that he'd take this well; considering this man seemed laid back he probably would. Given his experiences in the Mafia with the Death Note and the Shinigami, Mello was of the opinion that, even though they might freak out at first, most any one would believe anything as long as there was visual proof.

"I don't know what kind of world you lived in before you came here, nor the kind of stuff you believe in or have had proved to you, but this place is under some kind of...enchantment...or something that draws us and keeps us here. None of us can leave. I don't know the mechanics of the place, so I can't tell you exactly what is preventing us from walking out of the front door, but I can tell you it's something supernatural."

The force keeping them all here definitely wasn't something like armed guards, security devices, or anything you'd consider "man made". If it was as simple as guards or a security system, Mello could have overridden it easily, thanks to his training at Wammy's House, an orphanage for gifted children specifically designed to create a super-detective to take the title of "L".

No, no...this was definitely something beyond Mello's training, and even his experiences with the Death Note. The Death Note and its Shinigami could do a lot of things, as he found out after his tests, but he was sure that neither a Death Note or Shinigami could create a place like this.

Well This Is Strange.

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“It’s fine, dude. We just gotta stay composed and positive, yeah?” Matt smiled over to his best friend, standing up from the leather seat and pulling him into a tight hug.

“We’ll find a way to make the best of this,” Matt whispered to him, holding the blonde close to him.

#its okay babe ily #yes we are dating irl/ooc for anyone who pays attention to our tags #LOOK AT THEM TRYING TO DENY THEIR GAYNESS

Mello rolled his eyes at his best friend's hugging; not that he didn't appreciate it.

"Get off, get off, d'ya want people to think we're queer?" the blonde snapped, a smile still on his face; Mello hoped that was enough to let the gamer know his affection was still appreciated.

"I guess you're right, Matt. We're stuck, so we'd better make the best of it. I for one, will continue to try to find a way out..."

With that, the blonde pulled out and unwrapped his customary bar of chocolate and snapped off a piece.

"So...this is our new place, eh? Not so bad..."

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#non hotel666 followers can ask today if youre anon~

Ask the character/mun: Ask the muse whatever you want for them to answer IC; or ask the mun a personal question to get to know better or to get an OOC answer [although we would like to keep these at a minimum]!

Truth/Dare: Be reasonable with the dares! If you start getting ridiculous no one will want to do them; characters aren’t really obligated to do all the dares they receive. Don’t forget about the truth part as well!

Headcanon: Anons send the character a word, or a name and you may write a small/long headcanon about said word!

Drabbles: Give the muse a prompt and they may write a short drabble on it.

Conclusion: No way out (Intro! Open!)

“No matter. And I am afraid the dog would not care for treats either way.”

The dog only ate boiled chicken after all. Oberstein had no idea why - it wasn’t him that was the cause for this habit. Perhaps it had been whoever the previous owner was but no matter. The dog ate what it ate.

Oberstein nudged the leash of the dog just a little in order to have it quiet down that obeyed quite fast.

Certainly the appearance of the stranger wasn’t exactly the most refined nor the kind that would evoke trust. Also Oberstein did notice the gun but never said anything - though it seemed like one of those older models one hardly even saw anymore. He himself had one with him - not the kind that shot bullets though - so it would have been awfully hypocritical to judge the person upon it.

However this didn’t mean that the stranger had his complete trust - people rarely did in the first place. So while the appearance told nothing bad about the person, the same worked well other way around.

And finally the situation was what it was. There was no reason to be picky about who to interact with since he didn’t really know anything about the place in the first place.

Oberstein also paid no attention to the compliment he was given. The following words about the …supernatural matters were a bit more curious. He couldn’t say that he was having hard time believing it - there was a transparent man from a few steps from them after all. Had he not been given the keys by the guy he would have simply thought it was a hologram or something of that sort. Still, it was a little hard to believe something like that right away.

Well, he could give himself a little time to get used to it. That’s all it should take.

“I see. “

And that was really all he could say about it.

“I do hope that no one I know is brought here though.”

It would be quite difficult if several from the Imperial Admirality would be brought here - or any other for that matter. They were more useful doing their job were they were now rather than getting stuck here.

Mello was glad this guy was rather laid back, and not in a panic that he was stuck here. It was easier to explain things to someone that wasn't unnecessarily freaking out. Plus he kind of liked this guy's nonchalant attitude.

"I don't know; sometimes you're the only one from your world here for a while, and then sometimes your best friend or worst enemy can show up right behind you. For me, it was merely a matter of minutes before I found my best friend. But if you'd rather no one you know come here, maybe you'll lucky," the blonde said.

"If you'd like, we can sit down by that fireplace and have a chat about this place, and maybe about ourselves, if you're into that kind of thing. If you're not, that's cool too."

Mello was able to read people pretty well; but this guy was something of an enigma. He found himself slightly curious about this man and interested in learning more. Even though the blonde had the skills to get this guy to talk even if he didn't, Mello thought it best if he didn't do that; this man wasn't a criminal; no need to use his detective interrogation skills on him.

Conclusion: No way out (Intro! Open!)

Having tried to open door for several times and getting nothing except keys from the literally transparent man Oberstein came to the conclusion quite fast: there was no way out. That was not very high level deduction but it would have been foolish to deny it.

He had been taking a simple, casual stroll with his dog - an old dalmatian that adored its’ owner but seemed to be slightly hostile towards other people. Not violently so but it’s just seemed somehow impudent and rude. Oberstein had just ended his day in the Military Affairs and having sat in his office all the day he had decided to take the dog out in order to stretch his legs a little.

The destination of walk had changed when Oberstein had to take a little detour in order to avoid the enthusiastic Phezzan merchants.They were the only kind of people that had no problem approaching the famously hated Fleet Admiral such as himself. They knew their business very well and could end up being quite a pest even during late night. It would make the way to his mansion longer but that shouldn’t have been an issue - it would have been equally annoying to get stuck listening merchant’s advertising.

Just when both the dog and the owner were getting tired of walking the hotel had appeared - the place seemed a little odd for such a fine building. It couldn’t possibly gain many customers being in the middle of nowhere like this.

Well, Oberstein didn’t mind. He didn’t really like places swarming with people in the first place and the place didn’t seem bad for a short stop.

The short had been the keyword but this place seemed to be intending to keep the visit a little longer. The door seemed to be locked and as mentioned before the odd, transparent man had just handed the keys and said nothing further.

The mechanical eyes scanned the lobby carefully. The chairs looked awfully inviting after the long stroll but soon moving his eyes to the key he had been given he chose otherwise. Perhaps it was wiser to move there first to accustom himself to the situation. The communicator didn’t seem to be working so he couldn’t contact anyone either so there was not much he could do about anything at the moment.

Oberstein’s thoughts were paused when the dalmatian suddenly let out a low bark. Moving his eyes towards the source of the canine’s restlessness he slowly turned around meeting his eyes with the stranger. Not a bad timing at all.

“So, am I right to assume that you are stuck here at first?”

Oberstein could ask the location of the room later. Now it was more important to acquire some information even if it turned out that the stranger knew no more than he did.