Why is there always so much sand? [entrance, open]

[captjacksparrow]

Facing a storm in naught but a dinghy was what was called “not good”. Not good at all. The skies and seas had been clear, if the water a bit choppy, when Jack set out after Barbossa and the Pearl, for the - what was it now? - third time. That man had got to stop stealing his ship. And after all the things Jack had done for him. But little to be

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[1st_age_voronwe]

Voronwé was singing softly to himself in Quenya, recalling one of his childhood songs that his father had sung for him. He was in a good mood, feeling invigorated by the presence of another Elf in this mysterious house

[captjacksparrow]

Jack took the key, mouth closing into a brief frown. So this was a working hotel. And apparently he had a room. He hadn't asked for a room, though. Had just walked in the door. Never been here before in his life (he didn't think). So how could he have a room?

Very strange. Very strange indeed.

He were about to ask about his room when he heard a voice. Spinning on his boot heels, Jack turned to regard the stranger curiously. "Er... right. Fine day it is!" He leaned towards him conspiratorily. "Erm. Do you know what's all this about a key?" Jack held up the offending object, casting a look back at the man behind the desk cautiosly.

The Bellboy only smiled an eerie smile again.

[1st_age_voronwe]

The man had a funny accent, compared to the others at the Hotel. Voronwé was quite sure he'd never heard anything quite like it. And idly, he wondered if the man was ... affected by drink. He couldn't decide.

"It is a room key. It will fit in the door to the room you have been assigned." Voronwé glanced at the Bellboy who - now satisfied that his deed was done - was retreating into the back area.

"I am very sorry to say this, but you will not be able to leave the Hotel once you have arrived." Having greeted a few newcomers already, he knew it was the best approach to lay down the truth at once, before going further into depth about other things.

"I am Voronwé, of Gondolin," he said, bowing lightly with his hand over his heart. "I have been here now for over three months." He knew it was only a matter of time before the man noticed the ears.

[captjacksparrow]

Hmm. A room key, right. Made sense. It still didn't explain why he had it, apart from the fact it was just given to him, since he hadn't asked for a room. Still, if what he'd seen so far was any indication of the swankiness of the rooms, Jack wasn't going to turn it down. He liked his swank. And it was preferrable to sleeping outside. He kept his eye on the Bellboy a little longer before readjusting his gaze to his conversational partner.

And heard the part about not leaving. "Euh... what?" he asked, the word tumbling from his mouth before he could stop it, obviously slightly alarmed. (It was a smooth alarmed, honestly; one could hardly notice, and if they did they would think it was suave.) He pulled a face and stared as the stranger introduced himself.

"Jack Sparrow, of the Black Pearl," he replied, mimicking the address. He was so caught off guard by the idea of being trapped that he forgot to add the necessary title of "Captain" before his name. Just utterly and completely flaberghasted. Jack swallowed audibly. "Three months?"