☆ HOTEL NOWHERE.

Askblog based on LSPLASH's DOORS.

[welcometohotelnowhere]

[AN INTRODUCTION.]

an interactive askblog with roots in lsplash’s game, doors. the monsters are... mostly humanized, yet retain aspects of the abnormalities from the original source.

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— RULES no nsfw (you smell) m!as are allowed within reason specify the entity you’re asking about most importantly, ask around and find out. things don’t come easy without interaction!

— MUSES to be updated when more are discovered! ;) SEEK (he/it) - hotel nowhere’s one-eyed receptionist. SCREECH (he/him) - honorary staff, the receptionist’s young son. HALT (he/they) - former volunteer nightguard.

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I thought ghosts were nice to eachother...? :(

(True. Kapro is translucent and emitting smoke from the tail.)

oh. another ghost? halt immediately drops all form of bravado and speaks in a hushed whisper. "Too brash? Oh, I'm sorry... so sorry..." they lean over and gives kapro a... light pat on the head.

well! the way to a poltergeist's heart is a cute animal, after all. who doesn't like cute animals?

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Something phases out of the nearby Door 8!

△^△ Hey little dude, can you keep it down? I'm trying to sleep here...

it's not long before you hear a scream, and then screech retreats. he certainly didn't scream at you, but instead... the spectral, teal-lined silhouette of a young man, resembling your stereotypical nightguard, steps out of the now-opened door 7. he looks down at the... gator creature.

"... oh, we have a guest." he looks off to the side, adjusting his hat. "Unfortunate. They call me Halt around here, but I had another name once."

—–—–—–—– halt is now open for asks.

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Screech why do you always psst me in closets stahp :(

"Um... nyooohpe. Deal with iiiit." screech slurs his words for emphasis, and then giggles before zooming away in the distance. catch him if you can? he unknowingly zooms toward an unlabeled door with a dull blue light beneath it.

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hey seek how in the world did you learn how to moonwalk

-lowercase anon

"I learned from... experience? How can you not walk backwards?" seek blinks in confusion.

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Opinion on alternate realities, Seek?

seek pauses, pondering on the question. "I suppose they're a possibility, although I haven't ever... met myself, nor have I come close to it."

he suddenly goes expressionless, staring dead ahead "I feel it would be interesting, though."

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seek, do you keep your son on a leash

"That's cruelty!- wait... Didn't you just.... ask him to show you the... ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵃᵇˡᵉᵗ ʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒˡᵉ ?? ᶦᵗ'ˢ… ᵇʳᵒᵏᵉⁿ…" the receptionist contemplates picking up a broom to swat you with, but is nice instead, and just... slides a key across the desk. "No need to pay... for... now.."

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question for both; do you have any games

seek blinks. "Games??? No, I'm a... ʳᵉᶜᵉᵖᵗᶦᵒⁿᶦˢᵗ…" it appears to be confused for a moment.

screech holds up a shattered-beyond-belief electronic tablet. "Only this!" ... it's too broken to see. seek carefully pries it out of the child's hands. screech drops to the floor and pouts quietly. "You could injure yourself. Please leave it alone." "Pffffine."

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△w△ - Hi! Funky hotel... can I get a room?

(... that is a whole damn crocodile)

he sounds exhausted, skipping the usual cheery introduction. "Do you... have any..." facepalm. of course the animal has no money. the receptionist sighs and just... hands the crocodile a key! room eight.

he seemed nervous about giving a free room to a spectral crocodile, but... um. well! probably isn't the first ghost he's seen, knowing this place. investigation time..?

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Yes Seek, that does mean you have another gremlin to watch--

oh no. he can barely handle one. you're all going to kill him one day.

"Where do you all come from..?" seek tries his best to stay calm. if he had a nickel for every time he's been reverse adopted, he'd have two nickels, which isn't much but it's still bizarre it happened twice.

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Seek! You’re my current father figure—

seek freezes in place, dumbfounded by this response. he drops the key he was fiddling with, then picks it up. "Pardon... me? What does... what does this mean???" "Does Screech have a sibling he didn't tell me about?- oh no.." he's most likely just wondering how many children are going to keep showing up just to call him their father.

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seek... how did u meet screech..................

the receptionist pauses for a second, glancing off to the side. "He's my... son...?" he looks as if he's reading off notes. how funny. screech is seen running behind the desk again, oblivious to the question asked. seek continues to speak, fidgeting with an unlabeled key in its hands. "... showed up one day, under the desk, and... How could I not? He likes dark places..." – we'll... go with adoption on that one!

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—– daylight dwindles as the dark sets in. weary of being outside all alone, you decide to take refuge in the... shabby, albeit not too suspicious hotel.

the receptionist is your first sight of “humanity” here. despite his odd, one-eyed appearance and quiet, nervous demeanor, he hands you your key after you pay for a room. footsteps sound off another’s entry- a child-sized silhouette runs by, stealing the bell from the reception desk. startled, seek stares at screech as he runs by.

the receptionist turns his focus back onto you. “Oh... don’t... mind Screech. He’s just.. playing a prank or something else he’s learned about.. enjoy your stay!”

—–—–—–—– seek and screech are now open for asks.