bladedskies | rusty muse is rusty

[Okay, so somehow you've ended up in the Hotel California of yore! You're stuck. There's no way home. Time and space do generally screwed-up things here. You can check out of your room, but there's no leaving the hotel, as the front desk clerk will cheerfully inform you - and as you will learn if you make the attempt.

At least they've got decent wi-fi.

Anyhow, there's a bored-looking teenager chilling in the lobby. Go say hi to her or something.]

[ooc: Assume any CR if desired - Meridian, Template, whatever. AU information here, because just because.]