Basically this is what would happen if someone in Iwaku suddenly (and eccentrically) became a millionaire one day and decided that they wanted to gather everyone that would come from Iwaku into one hotel for a bash. If you want to use a char you’ve made instead of your real identity, then fine. Just no powers, this is real life people. I myself am going to use my own first name and all of my personality. The lucky new rich person, payed for each person to get to the hotel and back home with a 2oo dollar add on. I don’t ask a char sheet, just relax. Have fun and don’t spike the punch…its got enough alcohol in it already. BTW: I need a millionaire…any takers!? Questions that need special attention: pm me or if you wish IM me. Irl! <HR style="COLOR: #000000" SIZE=1><!-- / icon and title --><!-- message --> Heather couldn’t stop jiggling her legs up and down, god she was nervous. Her Adhd didn’t help her nervous inability to stop fidgeting either which was just dandy. Why had she agreed to come to this? And why had she been invited in the first place? This was beyond crazy, in fact it was probably a prank. Well at least she would have thought it was a prank if she hadn’t seen the confirmation on the news that one late night as she was typing away at her laptop. “Paranoid as always girl,”…talking to herself: such a “Not” insane pastime. The bus finally came to a stop and she jumped to her feet, laptop bag in tow, to half run to the exit. It wasn’t even a half run seeing as when she got halfway to the front there was a grizzled old woman that popped up in front of her. Well I’ll get there one day, god this ladies slow. C’mon granny, she started to cheer the old woman on in her head to move faster. At 1:32pm Heather made it off of the bus to get her bag from the underside storage area of the buss. She had sped past the old woman as soon as space was provided to get around her. Her grabbed black bag held no makeup save a single black eyeliner and a mini lipstick. She felt no need for anything else make up wise. The other stuff was just assorted and crudely packed clothing and toiletries. Unorganized was a understatement about how she kept things, her room could attest to this. Clothes were strewn everywhere and her nightstand was a battle zone of random trinkets. Cleaning? Hated it. Her mind wandered about her unorganized self as she lit up a smoke, taking a grateful puff as she walked funnily down the street. The bags were tilting her over to one side as she walked towards what she hoped was the right direction. Heather was on her way to the booked hotel, it was so booked by the newly made millionaire. Honestly she still believed this to be a dream as she turned the corner and sighed heavily, when had she gone insane as well as unorganized? Three steps later she timidly stopped a passerby to ask directions so she wouldn’t go to far in the wrong direction. Interacting with people was so hard for her but she pushed down the awkward and paranoid screaming feeling in her gut to shove out a sentence: "Can you point me to the [to be filled in later] Hotel?" The blonde looked Heather up and down while she scowled before sneering out a answer, “You are either blind or stupid as fuck, its right behind you.” Lovely. That just encouraged her on so many levels, Heather wanted to go back home already and she hadn’t even made it to the hotel yet. She shot a wounded puppy look at the ground and held her tongue as always as she strode towards the hotel. The smoke puffed to nothingness by her nervousness was tossed as she fixed a fake smile to her face. The door was opened for her as her as she stepped up to it. She held on to her bags, quickly shaking off any help that was offered, they were like a security blanket at the moment. Cool air greeted her as she hobbled unbalanced like into its grasp, it was a huge lobby and it made her feel so scared. Just get to the room….just get to the room. She told herself this over and over as she walked up to the desk, her throat tightening with each step. Words were exchanged quickly for a hotel key card, the words being the password sent to her via pm on the site. Corvus corax’s pm. On the elevator ride to her room’s floor things weren’t different, her mind was just a’humming with worry: Damn why did I come here…this is crazy. God I wonder who’s going to want to fight who and who’s going to jump who…god why am I here! This was insane…a whole site of rp’ers invited to meet and party at the newly made millionaires expense. I hope I don’t regret this to much… Jump to the room: She spots a note on the bed and sets her bags set on the floor before she picks it up. All guests can come when they wish into the party room, the party starts officially at 2am. Short note, huh. Heather checked the hotel clock to see that she had hour upon hour to wait. So she did what she normally did around this time of day, she slept.