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 [The Jedi suddenly jolted upright from his slumber, reaching up to rub his eyes before he hissed softly in pain and lowered his hand. The motion had stung, the burn still somewhat fresh and in the process of healing. A white bandage was across his eyes and what seemed to be medical devices of some sort were attached at the ends of the bandage. His hands ran along whatever it was he was now sitting upright on feeling an unfamiliar fabric beneath his fingers. This wasn't his bunk back on the Ghost and that worried him. He felt around, trying to get a feel for his surroundings and carefully pulled himself off of the couch. He tapped his foot against the floor - smooth, hard... not dirt or carpet. It didn't sound like metal either. Perhaps stone of some sort?]

[The soft sound of a piano playing met his ears and he turned towards where he thought it may have been coming from.]

"...Hello?" 
 
[His voice echoed back to him and there's quite some time before there is a response. When it did come, it wasn't in a voice familiar to him but he stiffened at the sound of his name. His real name, not the name he had chosen to go by. A name that he only let one person know and that voice was not hers. 'Welcome to Hotel Nexus, Mr. Dume. If you could please make your way to the reception desk, we would be honored to assist you with check-in.'

[He didn't answer immediately, trying to gauge where the voice had come from. He gingerly started to make his way in that direction, hands occasionally stretching out to ensure he didn't run into anything. He eventually found his way to the desk, frowning at the unseen person there.] 
 
"...Jarrus. The name is Kanan Jarrus. Who are you and where am I?" 
 
[His tone was a bit on the demanding side - but who could really blame him? The voice didn't seem bothered by his tone though as it pressed two items into his hands. A card of some sort and a box. 'I am The Concierge and this is the Hotel Nexus. We look forward to serving you during your stay here, Mr. Dume. You'll find in your hands a keycard to your suite - suite number 1999 - and a box containing your complementary communication device. You will find that you already have a roommate, perhaps they can assist you with getting settled in.' ]

[He felt a rush of annoyance and confusion at those words - they really hadn't cleared much of anything up. What kind of vague bullshit was that, anyways? Not to mention the asshole used his real name.]
 
"I don't have time for this..." 
 
[The irritation was clear in his voice but this time, no answer came.] 
 
"...Hello? Are you still there?" 

[He reached out with the Force but there was nothing across from him and there was no further vocal response to his questions. Whoever had been there apparently wasn't there now... He sighed in frustration, slipping the keycard into a pocket and opening the box. Inside he felt a familiar device - it felt much like his comlink.]
 
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[He can still feel the rain on his face.

With a gasp, Zack jolts back into awareness. Moments ago, he had been lying on cold, wet ground, strength slipping away as he bled out. To be on his feet is disorienting and he stumbles forward, nearly falling into a fountain - the source of the mist he mistook as rain.

But-- wait, hang on--

The fugitive SOLDIER looks wildly around the area.]

"A... Hotel...?"

[He allows himself a moment to fold forward over his knees to regain his breath. This made all of zero sense. He's positive that he was dying--DID die, actually--so why is he awake? And where is Cloud?! A reassuring thought is that Shinra wouldn't have let him go again if they'd picked them up. But, no, what if they took Cloud because they thought Zack was dead?]

"Dammit..!" [Zack grumbles. Then pauses. At the angle he's leaning forward, he sees his reflection in the water around the fountain. There's no blood. He knows there should have been so much blood. And yet... Straightening up, he picks at his shirt. It's riddled with bullet holes. In fact, after giving himself a once over, he can conclude that his entire outfit is damaged from the battle he knows he had just been in, against dozens of Shinra's army.]

"This keeps getting weirder and weirder... Was it... Something Shinra did?"

[Zack spends the next 20 minutes exploring his location. The doors don't work, the projection in the suit shuns his many questions, but, oddly enough, he seems to have a free hotel room. Whatever. He'll take anything he can get right now; he's too fried to make much of a fuss and it feels pointless anyway when he's so confused. After checking out his room, which is way nice, he makes his way back downstairs to explore some more. He's looking for answers....or someone else to talk to would probably be helpful.]
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[Days had passed since he'd arrived at Hotel Nexus and there had been no sign of a way out. Most of his time was spent searching the hotel and... avoiding Sephiroth. Mostly it was spent avoiding Sephiroth because he was just another issue on a whole list of issues that Cloud didn't even know where to start addressing. His headaches had been a near constant since arriving here, which anything from speaking to the silver haired man to just looking out his bedroom window seemed to intensify. And there was that name that kept coming to him... 'Zack'. Just the mere thought of the name seemed to make the headaches worse than anything else. So he distracted himself trying to discover a way out - to no avail.

What he had discovered was that if he wanted to get out of this dress and also to get his sword back (both of which felt like very reasonable starting points to an escape), he was going to have to work for it. He had finally managed to speak with the Concierge the day before who had more or less told him as much. When he'd suggested doing odd jobs, he wasn't sure what he'd expected but this wasn't it. He'd received a message with directions to what appeared to be an entirely new room of the hotel. It branched off from a space roughly the size of the lobby though much emptier. His arms were crossed as he looked up at a new sign that had been erected above one of the doors reading 'Strife Merc Services'.]


"...This... must be it..."

[That or lack of sleep was getting to him and he was seeing things. Well, there was nothing for it - he swiped his keycard at the pad next to the door and heard a soft beep indicating that the card had been accepted. He pushed open the door to find himself in a small room. The architecture of the room's interior looked like something from the Midgar slums, worn and pieced together from scrap. Yet despite this, he found it almost... a comfort. Something familiar and at odds with the sleek hotel. A worn blue sofa and end table sat at one side of the room, while a desk could be seen towards the back. Cloud moved to the desk, finding an open book on the edge - it seemed to have spaces for people to write their names and possibly various tasks. At the moment, only one line was filled out:

'Hotel Nexus - Report to 'Strife Merc Services' - COMPLETED, PAYMENT RENDERED.'

No sooner had he read the line than he received a notification from his phone, glancing down 'Hotel Nexus Banking - Deposit Received.' ]


"...Well, this is a start... but... how do I get jobs if there's no one else here?"

[He moved to the chair behind the desk, sitting down and going through his communication device. He wasn't really sure what to do now... At least until he realized what he'd been hearing since he'd entered. It had been so natural he hadn't realized until he sat down to think about it. The sounds of voices outside, comings and goings, the sound of a cat meowing - it sounded so much like the sounds of the slums, almost like he was there. He stood up, moving to open the door and look out. The moment his head was out the door the chattering died away, giving way to the almost unnerving silence of the hotel.]

"...Weird... just like everything else here..."

[Cloud shook his head with a sigh, heading back into the office and sitting back down. He closed his eyes a moment, soaking in the familiar sounds that surrounded him once again now that he was back inside. He hadn't meant to but at some point he'd slumped over, his head resting in his arms and... fell asleep.]
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[One moment, the zabrak is standing idly amongst the ruins of the Great Scourge of Malachor with nothing to do but bide his time. Then he blinks and suddenly he's standing among color and light. The ashes of the dead are no longer at his feet; Instead, it's a black marble floor that shines of polish.

Maul may have been taught to expect the unexpected, but this... Well. For the moment, he can only assume it's a vision from the ashes, though it's been a long, long time since he's experienced one, or he's finally lost his mind (again). His interest shines in the brightness of his eyes as he takes a step forward, only to realize that his saber - disguised as a walking stick - is missing. Growling to himself, Maul files this away as an inconvenience and notes the outfit he had been wearing on Malachor remains.]


"Now why bring me here?" [He murmurs to himself as he inspects the room: what appears to be a garish lobby. His deep hood is up, leaving the glow of his eyes in its shadow. He spies a desk at the far end of the room with a humanoid hologram behind it. If this is a vision, it's severely lacking in the usual excitement.]
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[It was still in outer space, by the looks of it. So that part was different. Unfortunately her spaceship was no where to be found - or at any rate she couldn't access it the way she normally did, and that was bad.]

[The kid kept pacing around in the lobby to look for any sort of clues, but she could not really 'sense' anything either. Dead ends everywhere and not a single idea where to start. This was a rather fancy looking place though, will give credit to that. If it weren't for the fact she was already late getting home this would be a nice place to visit!]

[Getting more frustrated she circled back to the front desk and tried to peer up at it, given that they were somewhat towering. Given that this was a hotel, that meant there must be someone that runs it and therefore could explain what was going on.]

[And so she hopped on top of the counter, much higher than any normal kid could ever jump, and safely landed on the other side of the counter. There doesn't not seem to be any care at all towards how many rules she just broke, just more wandering and curiosity to find who was responsible - or anyone for that matter.]
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[You find yourself at the large, dark marble desk which is marked with the word "CONCIERGE" in gleaming golden letters. For now, the desk appears empty but there is a single gold bell sitting a top the marble desktop with a plaque reading 'Please ring for service.' Perhaps you came to make requests for an item, a business, or even a room change. Maybe you just want to ask a few questions. Regardless of what your reason may be for approaching the desk, you won't get any answers simply staring at the pretty little bell.]

[Give it a ring?]
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[He had hurried out of the Honey Bee Inn as quickly as he could without attracting too much (more) attention and ignoring the chattering of the crowd around him. His heart was still hammering in his chest and honestly he wasn’t entirely sure how he had managed his way through that. Dancing certainly wasn’t his forte and neither was… well, the dress. Or moving in it. The mercenary still wasn’t entirely sure how Aerith had maneuvered him into this little plot but… Well, if that was what it took to save Tifa, he supposed there wasn’t much choice. He needed a moment to catch his breath and possibly calm his nerves - the stage and all the eyes on him was almost overwhelming.

Finally he had reached the door, the lights practically blinding him - which was odd considering the stage had been much brighter. It had managed to completely obscure his vision and by the time he was able to see his surroundings… they were… completely different. His brow furrowed as he took a few steps further into the hotel lobby, his heels clicking against the marble floor. He reached back for his sword - only to remember that it was left back at the Honey Bee Inn.

Cloud turned, grabbing the handle to the door and attempting to open it. The damn thing wasn’t budging… Well, there wasn’t much else left to do but turn around and start towards the check in counter towards the back. Perhaps there was someone around who would be able to shed some light on this odd situation.

He
really wished he wasn’t in this ridiculous dress and all this make-up right now…]
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