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HAPPY HALLOWEEN
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HOTEL MULTIVERSE AT THE EDGE OF THE COSMOS BETWEEN CANONS™

Guests who find themselves partaking in the Hotel's amenities quickly find some tricks afoot. The decor is first, neon lights changing to autumnal oranges, garish greens, and ghoulish purples overnight. Those who peruse the shops will find them stocked with masks and costumes, and the ambient music which plays throughout the ship is punctured by blood-curdling sound effects such as screams and anxiety-inducing musical stingers. This is Halloween.

Those who utilize the Hotel-provided devices will find an ad splashed across their screens. Similarly, TVs, phones connected to the network, and flyers posted will read:

"FOR THE ENTERTAINMENT OF OUR GUESTS, HOTEL MULTIVERSE AT THE EDGE OF THE COSMOS BETWEEN CANONS™ IS HAPPY TO PROVIDE HALLOWEEN-THEMED ENTERTAINMENT."

Staff members' uniforms change, with employees adding costume pieces to them as the weeks wear on. Guests are strongly encouraged to put together a costume with pieces from the shops, but those who opt out will instead find one of the standard options (listed at the bottom of this post) and chosen at random (by googling "rng 1-19") in their wardrobe.

After dark (or, what would be dark), the ship transforms into a hotel of horrors, the following chaos breaking loose:

TRICK-OR-TREATING
Costumed guests are welcome to partake in trick-or-treating with the ship's staff, who can be found with carts of candy in common areas. Guests are also offered flags for their doorknobs to indicate that they have candy available in the rooms if they would like to partake as well.

SCAREZONES
Grab a map from the concierge or walk the halls at random, but don't be surprised if a staff member jumps at you from the shadows!

HAUNTED HOUSE
Guests using the hotel app will find numerous ads alerting them to a haunted house that's overtaken one of the hotel floors (and honestly, the ads are impressive, opening as an emergency alert to a runaway alien), and the hotel itself plasters the attraction across its screens and walls overnight as well. Obviously, a haunted house is a great thing to do after you've had a ton to drink, or a great way to meet fellow guests (whether or not you're reaching for their hand in fright). However, to ensure the safety of all team members and guests, do not make physical contact with any member of our cast. Remember: the actors' intention is to frighten you.

HORROR MOVIE MARATHON
Guests hoping to keep things a bit more low key might find what they're looking for in the hotel's movie theater and lounges, which offer 24/7 horror movie marathons ranging from the classic to the avant garde. A programming guide can be found outside of each respective screening or on the app. Film buffs will be delighted at the hotel's library, but don't be surprised if your niche fave is banished to a graveyard slot.

MASQUERADE
The hotel's ballrooms are open late for those guests interested in keeping the revelry going night after night. Just don't let the anonymity of your costumes take you too terribly far (or, I mean, do what you want, everyone has a room, after all).

If you aren't able to purchase a costume or aren't feeling inspired, no problem! Our courteous staff have taken the liberty of providing you with a courtesy costume, free of charge, to allow you to participate in the event. You will receive one of the following at random:

01: Ghost
02: Alien
03: Devil
04: Superhero (Your Choice!)
05: Skeleton
06: Pumpkin
07: Zombie
08: Vampire
09: Clown
10: Mummy
11: Werewolf
12: Black Cat
13: Pirate
14: Frankenstein's Monster
15: Witch
16: Spider
17: Bunny
18: Bat
19: Angel

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Arid turns to look thoughtfully at Hank, while the little bot considers his question.

"Well, I've seen a few... but most of those are guests, like us. Not counting any of us with Exos for partners, of course: I don't... think they're the kind of bot you mean. Do you really think there should be others?"

"Well, yeah. They're everywhere, usually. Almost perfectly human looking, little light on the side of their heads, artificial clothing that usually helps you figure out what kind of model they are..." Hank gestures vaguely while he talks.

He hasn't seen a single droid like the one's he's describing around here, and it's unnerving him. Genuinely.

"Special clothes, huh...?" But the little bot waggles as if to shake its head. "I haven't seen anyone like that around. But maybe they're just doing a very good job of blending in!"

Arid gives it a hard look, there. Given its bizarre behavior, she's not at all sure this AI is any more shackled than she is- and either way, she doesn't want it giving away any of them who've managed to hide so far. Better try and nix this line of thought. "Negative. I would have detected them."

It flexes its points in a little shrug. "Well, people from different places develop artificial life in very different ways. It kind of sounds like you're both looking for something that isn't there."

Hank stares. Is he getting teased? By a bot?

Wait hold up is the bot suggesting he'd use one of the droids like they were some kind of toy--

The detective is too busy blue screening, internally screaming, and then rebooting to interrupt them further. The next glance the little robot gives Hank looks absolutely mortified to the point where even it thinks maybe it's best not to poke too hard on the poor man. The little floating bots apologize to Arid instead, letting her know that they'll tell anyone matching those descriptions she's looking for them before they seal up the vent again an leave the two alone once more in the back of this maintenance hallway.

The stakeout is a strike out, so what does that mean for this place?

Arid stares after the little bots quietly even after the vent has closed, considering what she's learned - how much she dares not draw attention to, with the human there-

Speaking of which, he's been suspiciously quiet. She turns to scan Hank, a little bit ~~concerned~~ uneasy at the expression on his face.

"...Lieutenant? You are... distressed?" She's not really wired to handle that by herself. Well. She would handle it if it were her own pilot. Which he's not, obviously. But he's... her business, in an odd way? He's been helpful, even unwittingly. Arid feels more responsibility in exchange than she might have once. True, he's a human. But he's here in part because she brought him along, so if he's suffered some harm...

"It's nothin'." Hank gruffs so forcefully that even he can tell his voice is too loud in the otherwise empty hallway. "But for th'record, I don't Use droids--I'm not some kinda fuckin' pervert." How the hell that conclusion was jumped to just by looking at him Hank isn't so sure but he hates whatever it is about what he said or how he was standing that made that seem like a fair assumption to make.

"Fuckin' hell. Y'try to keep random droids from gettin' broken or abused and this is the thanks you get...."

"Use them...?" What's wrong with that, from a human perspective- oh. "...You mean for intercourse. You disapprove of that function?"

Her query has the same kind of neutral tone as if he'd expressed a visceral revulsion towards football, because while Arid doesn't particularly care for it either, nor does she understand what the big deal is.

At the same time, his grouching also proves that he is not much like the one other human she's known who vocally rejected the kind of function performed by the Companion and similar models. He didn't like it much the last time she directly queried his concern, though, so Arid refrains; but she does scan him thoughtfully.

"Sex dolls were bad enough, now they think?" Hank shakes his head vehemently. It's not like he's a prude. But consent is nonexistent where droids are concerned and that...really bothers him. A lot. Doesn't matter what bits they've got, either. The whole thing just feels wrong.

Hank heaves a huge sigh and looks back they way they came through maintenance. Not a single other droid, huh? Just what kinda place is this...?

"They do." A quiet affirmation, maybe all she can say because the walking suit of armor can't be anything but hopelessly lost in this area of discussion. But there's some weight to it, that sounds almost like experience.

"Our search was not fruitless. But it appears this ship does not function as we had assumed." She walks over to inspect the bowls of candy still sitting out, before she picks them up. "If you still suspect mistreatment of the organic crew, it may be more effective to investigate after this event has concluded."

Not that she thinks he needs to rest, or anything. He's not her fragile human to worry about.

When he can walk around and not look like someone's low-budget after school special? That's a damn good idea. Hank pats his pocket where the droid-friendly candies are with a small nod to himself. Still got them.

"Sure doesn't." Hank agrees. "Maybe this place isn't as modern as I thought. It just....seems so weird. But not much more to be done tonight either way."

"Affirmative." If he still wants to snoop around, Arid... might have to keep a sensor on him, in case he stumbles onto anything that concerns her. He's not wrong about this being a very strange ship. She's going to keep exploring as long as she's here, seeking opportunities as well as threats.

"The tavern where you were previously should be in this direction," she comments, lifting the bowl in one hand to indicate. "I can accompany you on the route." Coincidentally, of course. She has... other things to do, probably. But she can make sure her surprising ~~ally~~ companion is returned to where she dragged him from.

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