hotel: jason

[shaft]

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[unrecked]

[:)

Whatcha gonna shank him with, Claude? Show him. He shrugs, expression kind of wolfish and amused.]

Whoa, hold on. How do you know it's a murder hotel? No one's died yet. [Yet. He juts his chin at the door.] You got scandalous secrets in your room? Let me see.

[shaft]

[ Fight him and find out!! But also, his profile literally says he has a dagger. ]

I didn't take you for an optimist. [ C'mon, they both know it's a murder hotel. ] Do you always try to sneak into people's bedrooms like this?

[unrecked]

[HE COULD HAVE HAD ONE OF THE KITCHEN KNIVES, OR THE RAZOR, DAMN!!! GET OFF MY DICK.]

Sorry, my cynicism momentarily slipped. I'll do better.

[It's a murder hotel.]

Sneak? I just said to let me see. If you've got some secrets to keep, that's fine.

[shaft]

[ Well, since Jason asked so nicely...

But first. ]

I don't have any secrets. Do you?

[unrecked]

Oh, I have a lot, yeah. So many.

[:)]

If I tell you them, I'll have to kill you.

[shaft]

All right, cool guy. [ this edgelord!! ] I meant specifically in relation to your room.

[unrecked]

[He shrugs.]

I have a lot for that, too.

[Does he...]

[shaft]

So entry is barred?

[unrecked]

Not if you say please. [Kidding.] Why, you want a peek at my secrets?

[shaft]

[ Without hesitation, ] Yeah.

[unrecked]

You're nosy and it's dangerous, and I don't like it. You must have nine lives. You're trying to go through them awfully fast.

[He motions with his hand, as if to say after Claude.]

You were supposed to be showing me yours. Don't think I forgot.

[shaft]

[ He crosses his arms. ]

That was before I thought this was a friendly visit and not an attempt to map the layout of my room to use to murder me later.

[unrecked]

[He laughs! It doesn’t have a lot of humor, but it’s kind of amused.]

If I wanted to murder you, I wouldn’t have to do it in your room. Besides, how do you know we won’t all get tossed out into a jungle when it’s time to die? Like we did on the island.

[shaft]

I don't know. I don't know what any of the rules will be.

[ points ]

But you act like you're quite dangerous.

[unrecked]

Me? Those are bold accusations. What makes you think that?

[shaft]

You snuck up behind me like a ghost, and have brought up killing me twice now.

Also, there's a gun right there.

[unrecked]

Well, you caught me. I'm dangerous, it's true.

[shaft]

I don't think that was ever in doubt.

[ stares at him ]

[unrecked]

You made it sound like I'm the outlier here. You know, in this hotel full of people who have already been in a game of murder before. Who probably are dangerous.

[He

GESTURES WITH ONE HAND AGAIN. And then starts leading Claude along. Well, if Claude follows. To the corner lot!]

[shaft]

You're right. I don't think you're an outlier. Anyone can be dangerous in the right circumstances.

[ Hehe!

But he looks pretty pleased as he follows Jason. ]

[unrecked]

Like you, am I right?

[JASON IS STUPID, BUT NOT THAT KIND OF STUPID.

Anyhow, Claude can see that his suitemate is Sylvain based on the starry portrait at the adjacent door. But Jason unlocks the door to his own room that's wedged at the corner of North. He holds the door and gestures dramatically again for Claude to get inside. Hope he is wowed by nothing.

It's about the worst bachelor room you would expect from an edgy city boy in his one room studio flat. The most surprising thing is--it's neat? Jason Todd is clean and, shockingly, organized. There's no mess, almost neurotically so.

The interior colors are muted and industrial, like greys, but there are a lot of clear instances of red--as if red is his favorite color, or something. The accents are all black. What do you know, it matches his top. Wild.

The bed is an iron-framed queen, just big enough to fit his stupid dorito body while also giving the impression he doesn't typically share. Just good ol' Jason Todd, alone. The sheets are red which is fitting, but after a while of looking at the room, it's evident it's because it's easier to hide blood stains with red. Probably. Nearby is a decent closet, the doors mirrored and expanding the depth of the room with illusion.

The desk is one that can be folded up against the wall to make more floor room; three guesses as to why a Bat needs extra space to move around. Right now, the desk is folded down, and the top has all the shit from the hotel neatly collected on it.

One wall has a pull-up bar near the ceiling and a fake flatscreen television on top of a short and wide bookcase. The shelves are filled with--WOW!!--books! Jason Todd reads! They are unfortunately all fake, but the titles are all worldly Earth classics. Jason Todd reads Pride and Prejudice. It's there. The adjacent wall has an assortment of fake display cases housing a variety of equally fake weaponry: guns, short swords, knives, you name it. Around them are framed posters of edgy motorcycles and American muscle cars.

The far wall has the only single window, a small thing that looks past a fire escape out onto a nighttime cityscape. Skyscrapers, lights. There is too much pollution to see most of the stars, and the moon is peeking out from behind a building. There is also... a cone of light shining on the sky with the silhouette of a bat emblazoned in the center. Hm.

Enjoy.]

[shaft]

[ This is just the Scarlet apartment.

Anyway, the room doesn't surprise him too much—it looks pretty much like Jason if he were a room.

The books catch his eye however, and he wanders over. ]

Yours are illegible too? I thought it was just special torture for me.

[unrecked]

[SHUT UP he would have been in scarlet, yeah

He turns the chair at the desk around so he can sit in it backward like a hooligan, folding his arms along the top.]

Yeah, they're fakes. Leclerc and I already spent a while bitching about it. Why? You read when you're not accusing other people of being suspicious and dangerous?

[shaft]

It's about half/half.

[ He looks over the books, all of which are nonsense and mean nothing to him, before looking around, making a face at the pull-up bar before glancing over at the window. ]

It certainly seems to suit you. It's very... Specific.

[unrecked]

[Damn, can’t a guy stay in shape? He makes a face at the face Claude makes, but doesn’t say anything about it.]

Specific. It’s a little similar to what I have back home. If you have something to say about it, just say it. Afraid of hurting my feelings?