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THE RESIDENTS
The hotel stands with its old bones and quiet lungs, a house that holds its breath. Light pools on the carpets like low water. The clocks are wrong or missing. Elevators open on floors nobody asked for. Names slip at the tongueβs edge and fall away. The walls listen.
They keep small relics in their pockets; burned matchbooks, a key that fits nothing, a note written in a hand they do not recall. They walk the corridors soft-footed so as not to wake the rooms. The staff smile the way saints do in ruined churches. In the late hours come the watchers in feathered faces, men who count without speaking, and they move like a storm through the halls.
In the mirrors a second life peers back, thinner and truer. Debts are tallied in the hush between heartbeats. The house remembers who arrived and who never left. These are the ones who reside within The Yorick Hotel.
They keep small relics in their pockets; burned matchbooks, a key that fits nothing, a note written in a hand they do not recall. They walk the corridors soft-footed so as not to wake the rooms. The staff smile the way saints do in ruined churches. In the late hours come the watchers in feathered faces, men who count without speaking, and they move like a storm through the halls.
In the mirrors a second life peers back, thinner and truer. Debts are tallied in the hush between heartbeats. The house remembers who arrived and who never left. These are the ones who reside within The Yorick Hotel.
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STAT DEFINITIONS
The six stats are flavor-first. Theyβll be considered in the writing, but the fiction comes first; the prose isnβt strictly beholden to the numbers.
INTELLECT
β Mental sharpness, reasoning, memory, and problem-solving.PHYSIQUE
β Physical strength, stamina, endurance, and toughness.RESOLVE
β Willpower, discipline, and resistance to stress or coercion.LUCIDITY
β Perception and clarity; sensing truth through distractions or illusions.PRESENCE
β Charisma, confidence, and ability to impress or sway others.ENTROPY
β Unpredictability and chaotic influence; luck for good or ill.
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MISTER GOODNESS
REAL NAME
Unknown
ROOM NUMBER
2160
PERCEIVED AGE
Thirty-seven
GENDER
Male
FLOOR
The Opal Corridors
ORIGIN
Unknown
INTELLECT
12
PHYSIQUE
8
RESOLVE
12
LUCIDITY
11
PRESENCE
7
ENTROPY
10
LUGGAGE
ββ Clothing Choice: In his room's wardrobe, he always has the choice between two outfits. First, the suit: charcoal two-button, slightly shiny at the elbows; white dress shirt, loosened black tie; scuffed oxford shoes; a frayed hotel laundry tag stitched inside the jacket pocket. Second, the shirt and jeans; vintage Tiffany tour shirt ("I Think We're Alone Now"), soft and sun-faded; dark denim jeans; beat-up Reeboks sneakers.
β "Do Not Disturb" sign with someone else's initials written at the top.
β Burnt Ballroom matchbook with a phone extension scrawled inside.
β A note to self: "Find the concierge!!!" written in black Sharpie.
β A brass letter opener with a pommel bearing the hotel's crest, engraved with the words S'emper Revertimur'.
β "Do Not Disturb" sign with someone else's initials written at the top.
β Burnt Ballroom matchbook with a phone extension scrawled inside.
β A note to self: "Find the concierge!!!" written in black Sharpie.
β A brass letter opener with a pommel bearing the hotel's crest, engraved with the words S'emper Revertimur'.
BACKGROUND
Mister Goodness woke to a room that knew his shape better than he did. The staff treat him as a long-term guest; the ledger gives him a number and a smile, never a past. He moves through the halls as if following the wake of someone he once was: counting chimes, testing doors, learning the grammar of a building that lies when spoken to.
After midnight the elevators run without passengers. A lobby phone sometimes rings with his own voice on the line, asking a question he almost understands. Sometimes he finds a path that feels like leaving, and sometimes he even takes it. By morning the hotel has folded the map back to the first page. He remembers there was a rule, and that it mattered, but not the words.
They call him Mister Goodness and he wears the name like a borrowed coat. He has died here and started again. The hotel remembers even when he cannot, and he walks its corridors with the care of a man reading scripture in a language he can never fully comprehend.
After midnight the elevators run without passengers. A lobby phone sometimes rings with his own voice on the line, asking a question he almost understands. Sometimes he finds a path that feels like leaving, and sometimes he even takes it. By morning the hotel has folded the map back to the first page. He remembers there was a rule, and that it mattered, but not the words.
They call him Mister Goodness and he wears the name like a borrowed coat. He has died here and started again. The hotel remembers even when he cannot, and he walks its corridors with the care of a man reading scripture in a language he can never fully comprehend.
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MISS FRIDAY
REAL NAME
Unknown
ROOM NUMBER
904
PERCEIVED AGE
late 20's or early 30's
GENDER
Female
FLOOR
Descending...
ORIGIN
NW Hemisphere, Earth
INTELLECT
11
PHYSIQUE
3
RESOLVE
14
LUCIDITY
13
PRESENCE
4
ENTROPY
15
LUGGAGE
ββ Wardrobe : a navy and white swing dress and cardigan; butterfly-patterned skirt; belted. An assortment of other, matching skirt/blouse/sweater combos that can only be described as "outfits"
β Charm bracelet; silver, left wrist
β Dunhill lighter; gold (empty)
β Owl pendant; brass (broken chain)
β Charm bracelet; silver, left wrist
β Dunhill lighter; gold (empty)
β Owl pendant; brass (broken chain)
BACKGROUND
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THE NIGHT AUDITORS
REAL NAMES
Unknown; collective alias The Night Auditors
ROOM NUMBER
No fixed room; back-of-house access
PERCEIVED AGE
Indeterminate
GENDER
Ostensibly male
FLOOR
Back-of-house
ORIGIN
Authority / Records & Accounts
INTELLECT
14
PHYSIQUE
12
RESOLVE
16
LUCIDITY
16
PRESENCE
8
ENTROPY
14
STRENGTHS
β Move in coordinated shifts, silent signals, knocks and radio hiss.
β Know every service corridor, passkey, and cutoff route.
β "Ledgermancy": reconcile contradictions; seal doors, reset routes, force backtracking.
β Dispassionate; resistant to bargaining, glamour, and panic.
β Shared logs; what one learns, all remember.
β Know every service corridor, passkey, and cutoff route.
β "Ledgermancy": reconcile contradictions; seal doors, reset routes, force backtracking.
β Dispassionate; resistant to bargaining, glamour, and panic.
β Shared logs; what one learns, all remember.
WEAKNESSES
β Bound to policy and procedure; thresholds often require cause or countersignature.
β Compulsive address disrepancies; forged receipts or conflicting records delay them.
β Bright, open spaces and crowds blunt their advantage.
β "Do Not Disturb" signage impedes them unless properly flagged.
β Shift-change windows create gaps, dead time, and lapses in coverage.
β Compulsive address disrepancies; forged receipts or conflicting records delay them.
β Bright, open spaces and crowds blunt their advantage.
β "Do Not Disturb" signage impedes them unless properly flagged.
β Shift-change windows create gaps, dead time, and lapses in coverage.
BACKGROUND
The Night Auditors are the hotel's after-dark accountants and wardens, custodians of balance between what is owed and what is claimed. Their owl masks are not for anonymity, but for alignment; faces set to a common goal. They speak little, moving in the margins. When the house stirs with contradiction, they arrive to reconcile; doors closing where they should not open, corridors tidied of footprints that do not add up. They leave no signature except a corrected ledger and the feeling of having been counted and measured down to the last breath. What is stray is struck; what is doubted is made single. They keep two ledggers; the visible one of rooms and rates, and the other that lives in the quiet behind the walls. In the first, they told charges. In the second, they total chances.
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