Post by Cosmichorror on Nov 12, 2008 18:22:26 GMT
(6016) Shaggoth: The Crystal Lake ski resort has sat in the Canadian Rockies for thirty years. First opened by an enterprising American businessman captializing on the nearly year-round snowcover on the mountainside, as well as the relative easy access to it once the road was put in. Due to its seclusion, most of the resort workers faced long commutes. This was remedied in 1985 when a small village was built near to the resort for the workers and their family. Unlike most ski resorts, Crystal Lake was able to opperate throughout the year due to its location, and quickly became popular during the sweltering summers as a good location to cool off.
The Resort consists of a large hotel, a richly appointed lodge with an attached ski shop, and the hill itself. At the peak sits a cafe attached to the ski lift. The hotel is constantly rated at five stars and capable of holding 2000 guests, including four large suites that are several times more expensive than the already high price for the regular rooms.
The small nearby village consists mostly of houses for the workers, but also has a gas station, small grocery store and a pub, as well as a recently added bowling alley. Since the nearest population center is over two hours away, most of the non-working residents find themselves quite bored.
Despite its success and acclaims, Crystal Lake has a few black marks on its past. Firstly, the founder was found dead in his car between the resort and the nearest town. No wounds were found on his body, though it was obvious he had not died under natural circumstances as an autopsy found that his internal organs had lacerations on them, as though cut by a surgical knife.
As if that wasn't enough, there were several reported deaths due to workplace accidents during the building process. One worker who sustained a severe spinal cord injury when a beam fell on him reported hearing a laugh just before the beam landed on him.
And then, in 1998 a man and woman were found dead in their room. Both of them had been severly mutilated and the woman's head was never located. Despite these events, the resort continued to gain in popularity as the years went on, and the room the couple were found dead in became quite popular among ghost hunters (both real and wannabes).
It is November 3rd, 2008, a relativly slow season for the resort when other locations are also open, at lower prices. There are now only 500 guests and most of the seasonal workers are off for the winter.
(6021) Henry Hollinger the Third: a tall, lean man in his late 20s or early 30s was struggling into his skis at one of the tables of the cafe, alternating between unsuccessfully pulling them on and looking down the hill towards the woods. "Hey there, darling! D'you have any deer in those woods?" he called to a waitress who was struggling with several precariously balanced plates. "How about bears? I'd love to bag me a grizzly." Henry gave a loud, snorting laugh.
(6016) Shaggoth: "Ah, yes lots of deer." The waitress said, pausing to balance the plates. "Some bears as well, though there's a fence to keep them off the hill I think."
(6021) Henry Hollinger the Third: I'll have to go shoot me some later, assuming your tree-huggers up here haven't made that illegal," he said. "Y'all oughtta think of separating out of Canada and becoming part of America! Don't know how ya'd live up here, I'd be right scared of getting sick and having to go to some terrible government hospital! Imagine that, having the state run your hospitals, at any turn ya might get some socialist bureaucrat in between you and your medicine and end up having to wait ages! It's right terrible, they did a report about it on Fox."
(6047) James Riley: The skinny boy over in the corner twitched slightly as the booming voice echoed round the cafe. He hunched over his laptop, humming tunelessly as his fingers skittered over the keys.
(6016) Shaggoth: The waitress looked a bit taken aback before responding. "I don't know if the woods are open for hunting or not. You might be able to find out at the front desk." She hurried back to the kitchen with her increasingly unbalanced load. In addition to the young man working and the girl manning the counter, the only other person in the cafe was a middle-aged man, an executive by the looks of his dress, talking on a cell phone and paying no attention to the loud american.
whispering to James Riley, James had found that the wireless router had likly been hit by an electical spike, causing it to reset to factory defaults and was now just setting it back to the way it was. Curiously, it could not connect to the internet. The modem was back in the hotel, the wireless in the cafe being connected to it. Once he had finished reseting the configuration on the router he could head down to check on that.
(6047) James Riley: The boy in the corner frowned at the screen, chewing his lip. He pushed the rather bent metal frames spectacles back up onto the bridge of his nose, and then bent over the keyboard again, his dark hair swinging lankly over his face.
(6021) Henry Hollinger the Third: finishing with his skis, Henry pushed himself up and headed off to ski down the hill
(6047) James Riley: James looked up for a moment as the door shut. "Bloody Americans!" he muttered, then concentrated on the screen again.
(6021) Henry Hollinger the Third: Henry's attempts to ski proved rather futile, however. He managed to not quite fall over or break anything, but halfway down the hill he lost control and went slamming heavily into a snowbank. "OWW! OWW!" his shouts rang through the sky. "That's fucking cold!" Henry clumsily extricated himself from the snowbank, hopelessly tangling himself up on his skis and pitching over backwards. "Goddammit! Who thought up this stupid sport anyway?"
whispering to Henry Hollinger the Third, Henry thought he could see for a moment a figure through the snow, but after whiping his goggles off, the figure was gone.
(6021) Henry Hollinger the Third: "Huh?" Henry looked confused and stared off into the snow for a few moments, wiping at his goggles. "Some bastard having a laugh," he muttered, rising and with difficulty making his way over towards the lift. "Maybe I should have listened to that damn instructor," he muttered, making his way back up to the cafe
whispering to James Riley, The executive on the phone sounded as though he was having troubles getting through to whoever he was talking to, eventually closing his phone in exasperation.
(6021) Henry Hollinger the Third: arriving back at the cafe, Henry removed his skis and flung them and his poles to the ground before stamping red-faced back into the cafe, brushing snow from his jacket
(6047) James Riley: James looked up in annoyance as the door opened, letting in a draught of cold air. It was the loud-mouthed Yank again, but James grinned to himself as he saw the man was covered in snow. He hoped the guy's shooting was as lousy as his skiing.
(6047) James Riley: The business type seemed to be having trouble with his phone. Maybe there was some kind of interference from the weather, James wondered to himself.
(6021) Henry Hollinger the Third: Henry went and ordered a beer before sitting down at the table where he had left his laptop earlier. He made several attempts to connect to the Internet, but failed every time. "Damn! Hey, you there," he glanced over at James, "come help me out! I need to update my status on my Facebook!"
(6047) James Riley: James gave Mr Loud-mouth a hard stare. "The Internet is down." he said shortly.
(6021) Henry Hollinger the Third: "How come?"
(6047) James Riley: James shrugged. "Some kind of electrical spike. You'll have to wait."
(6021) Henry Hollinger the Third:"Electrical spike?" Henry looked blank. "Some luxury resort this is, can't even get online. How long?"
(6047) James Riley: "No idea, but it'll be less if I can get on with the job without interruptions." James said, pointedly.
(6021) Henry Hollinger the Third: Henry laughed obliviously. "Yah, I suppose I know what you mean. Couple of weeks ago I was buying something on ebay when one of the managers called up and started complaining, something about profits or something, it took me absolutely ages to get rid of him! Real grade-A asshole he is, I ought to fire him. What was his name again? Jack? John...is it something with a J?"
(6047) James Riley: James gave the man a cold stare. Fucking idiot, he thought to himself. He tried to ignore the braying voice and concentrate on the job.
(6059) Sakura: Koshino after having fun skiing across the landscape, she did however snickered for a moment at that clearly hopeless skier who more or less went into snowbank. Anyway, she is getting tired and decided to head to the cafe. As she entered the cafe, she took off her google and hat, letting long her brilliant blue hair. Beneath her colourful hair is a short Japanese beauty.
(6016) Shaggoth: The executive had tried his phone a few more times before getting up and leaving, taking the lift back down to the lodge.
(6021) Henry Hollinger the Third: Henry was about to say more but heard the door open and turned to look. Seeing the woman's beauty and her unnatural blue hair, Henry sat and gawked at her
(6047) James Riley: James looked up and caught sight of the extraordinary girl. He stared, then caught himself staring and blushed, bending over the keys again to cover up his embarrassment.
(6059) Sakura: Koshino glanced at two men that reacted and gestured a warm welcome at them. She strolled over to the counter to ask the waitress for pot of good tea. "I would like some tea please." She politely asked. And made her way for one of the tables dotted around the cafe and sat down relaxingly into the chair. She asked two men in the cafe, "How are you?"
(6047) James Riley: James looked up sideways under his hair, mumbled something inaudible, then concentrated on the screen again.
(6047) James Riley: He also began to hum, quite loudly and completely tunelessly.
(6021) Henry Hollinger the Third: "Umm...hi!" said Henry, unable to manage anything else
(6059) Sakura: Koshino shook her head at their replies, if only little annoyed. But there is a strange smell which is now bothering her.
(6016) Shaggoth: The waitress brought over a pot of tea to the woman. Just as she put it down the power in the cafe flickered. "Uh oh." The waitress said as the power came back on. The woman behind the counter picked up the phone and started talking to the other person. Eventually she said to the others, "That was the boss, he said we should get down to the hotel, the lift might go out."
The Resort consists of a large hotel, a richly appointed lodge with an attached ski shop, and the hill itself. At the peak sits a cafe attached to the ski lift. The hotel is constantly rated at five stars and capable of holding 2000 guests, including four large suites that are several times more expensive than the already high price for the regular rooms.
The small nearby village consists mostly of houses for the workers, but also has a gas station, small grocery store and a pub, as well as a recently added bowling alley. Since the nearest population center is over two hours away, most of the non-working residents find themselves quite bored.
Despite its success and acclaims, Crystal Lake has a few black marks on its past. Firstly, the founder was found dead in his car between the resort and the nearest town. No wounds were found on his body, though it was obvious he had not died under natural circumstances as an autopsy found that his internal organs had lacerations on them, as though cut by a surgical knife.
As if that wasn't enough, there were several reported deaths due to workplace accidents during the building process. One worker who sustained a severe spinal cord injury when a beam fell on him reported hearing a laugh just before the beam landed on him.
And then, in 1998 a man and woman were found dead in their room. Both of them had been severly mutilated and the woman's head was never located. Despite these events, the resort continued to gain in popularity as the years went on, and the room the couple were found dead in became quite popular among ghost hunters (both real and wannabes).
It is November 3rd, 2008, a relativly slow season for the resort when other locations are also open, at lower prices. There are now only 500 guests and most of the seasonal workers are off for the winter.
(6021) Henry Hollinger the Third: a tall, lean man in his late 20s or early 30s was struggling into his skis at one of the tables of the cafe, alternating between unsuccessfully pulling them on and looking down the hill towards the woods. "Hey there, darling! D'you have any deer in those woods?" he called to a waitress who was struggling with several precariously balanced plates. "How about bears? I'd love to bag me a grizzly." Henry gave a loud, snorting laugh.
(6016) Shaggoth: "Ah, yes lots of deer." The waitress said, pausing to balance the plates. "Some bears as well, though there's a fence to keep them off the hill I think."
(6021) Henry Hollinger the Third: I'll have to go shoot me some later, assuming your tree-huggers up here haven't made that illegal," he said. "Y'all oughtta think of separating out of Canada and becoming part of America! Don't know how ya'd live up here, I'd be right scared of getting sick and having to go to some terrible government hospital! Imagine that, having the state run your hospitals, at any turn ya might get some socialist bureaucrat in between you and your medicine and end up having to wait ages! It's right terrible, they did a report about it on Fox."
(6047) James Riley: The skinny boy over in the corner twitched slightly as the booming voice echoed round the cafe. He hunched over his laptop, humming tunelessly as his fingers skittered over the keys.
(6016) Shaggoth: The waitress looked a bit taken aback before responding. "I don't know if the woods are open for hunting or not. You might be able to find out at the front desk." She hurried back to the kitchen with her increasingly unbalanced load. In addition to the young man working and the girl manning the counter, the only other person in the cafe was a middle-aged man, an executive by the looks of his dress, talking on a cell phone and paying no attention to the loud american.
whispering to James Riley, James had found that the wireless router had likly been hit by an electical spike, causing it to reset to factory defaults and was now just setting it back to the way it was. Curiously, it could not connect to the internet. The modem was back in the hotel, the wireless in the cafe being connected to it. Once he had finished reseting the configuration on the router he could head down to check on that.
(6047) James Riley: The boy in the corner frowned at the screen, chewing his lip. He pushed the rather bent metal frames spectacles back up onto the bridge of his nose, and then bent over the keyboard again, his dark hair swinging lankly over his face.
(6021) Henry Hollinger the Third: finishing with his skis, Henry pushed himself up and headed off to ski down the hill
(6047) James Riley: James looked up for a moment as the door shut. "Bloody Americans!" he muttered, then concentrated on the screen again.
(6021) Henry Hollinger the Third: Henry's attempts to ski proved rather futile, however. He managed to not quite fall over or break anything, but halfway down the hill he lost control and went slamming heavily into a snowbank. "OWW! OWW!" his shouts rang through the sky. "That's fucking cold!" Henry clumsily extricated himself from the snowbank, hopelessly tangling himself up on his skis and pitching over backwards. "Goddammit! Who thought up this stupid sport anyway?"
whispering to Henry Hollinger the Third, Henry thought he could see for a moment a figure through the snow, but after whiping his goggles off, the figure was gone.
(6021) Henry Hollinger the Third: "Huh?" Henry looked confused and stared off into the snow for a few moments, wiping at his goggles. "Some bastard having a laugh," he muttered, rising and with difficulty making his way over towards the lift. "Maybe I should have listened to that damn instructor," he muttered, making his way back up to the cafe
whispering to James Riley, The executive on the phone sounded as though he was having troubles getting through to whoever he was talking to, eventually closing his phone in exasperation.
(6021) Henry Hollinger the Third: arriving back at the cafe, Henry removed his skis and flung them and his poles to the ground before stamping red-faced back into the cafe, brushing snow from his jacket
(6047) James Riley: James looked up in annoyance as the door opened, letting in a draught of cold air. It was the loud-mouthed Yank again, but James grinned to himself as he saw the man was covered in snow. He hoped the guy's shooting was as lousy as his skiing.
(6047) James Riley: The business type seemed to be having trouble with his phone. Maybe there was some kind of interference from the weather, James wondered to himself.
(6021) Henry Hollinger the Third: Henry went and ordered a beer before sitting down at the table where he had left his laptop earlier. He made several attempts to connect to the Internet, but failed every time. "Damn! Hey, you there," he glanced over at James, "come help me out! I need to update my status on my Facebook!"
(6047) James Riley: James gave Mr Loud-mouth a hard stare. "The Internet is down." he said shortly.
(6021) Henry Hollinger the Third: "How come?"
(6047) James Riley: James shrugged. "Some kind of electrical spike. You'll have to wait."
(6021) Henry Hollinger the Third:"Electrical spike?" Henry looked blank. "Some luxury resort this is, can't even get online. How long?"
(6047) James Riley: "No idea, but it'll be less if I can get on with the job without interruptions." James said, pointedly.
(6021) Henry Hollinger the Third: Henry laughed obliviously. "Yah, I suppose I know what you mean. Couple of weeks ago I was buying something on ebay when one of the managers called up and started complaining, something about profits or something, it took me absolutely ages to get rid of him! Real grade-A asshole he is, I ought to fire him. What was his name again? Jack? John...is it something with a J?"
(6047) James Riley: James gave the man a cold stare. Fucking idiot, he thought to himself. He tried to ignore the braying voice and concentrate on the job.
(6059) Sakura: Koshino after having fun skiing across the landscape, she did however snickered for a moment at that clearly hopeless skier who more or less went into snowbank. Anyway, she is getting tired and decided to head to the cafe. As she entered the cafe, she took off her google and hat, letting long her brilliant blue hair. Beneath her colourful hair is a short Japanese beauty.
(6016) Shaggoth: The executive had tried his phone a few more times before getting up and leaving, taking the lift back down to the lodge.
(6021) Henry Hollinger the Third: Henry was about to say more but heard the door open and turned to look. Seeing the woman's beauty and her unnatural blue hair, Henry sat and gawked at her
(6047) James Riley: James looked up and caught sight of the extraordinary girl. He stared, then caught himself staring and blushed, bending over the keys again to cover up his embarrassment.
(6059) Sakura: Koshino glanced at two men that reacted and gestured a warm welcome at them. She strolled over to the counter to ask the waitress for pot of good tea. "I would like some tea please." She politely asked. And made her way for one of the tables dotted around the cafe and sat down relaxingly into the chair. She asked two men in the cafe, "How are you?"
(6047) James Riley: James looked up sideways under his hair, mumbled something inaudible, then concentrated on the screen again.
(6047) James Riley: He also began to hum, quite loudly and completely tunelessly.
(6021) Henry Hollinger the Third: "Umm...hi!" said Henry, unable to manage anything else
(6059) Sakura: Koshino shook her head at their replies, if only little annoyed. But there is a strange smell which is now bothering her.
(6016) Shaggoth: The waitress brought over a pot of tea to the woman. Just as she put it down the power in the cafe flickered. "Uh oh." The waitress said as the power came back on. The woman behind the counter picked up the phone and started talking to the other person. Eventually she said to the others, "That was the boss, he said we should get down to the hotel, the lift might go out."