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Hotel Umbra Continued



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Tue Oct 22, 2013 5:09 pm
Nike says...



So, there was this Storybook called Hotel Umbra. It was great, but sadly, it died and was never finished. What I thought was that we could continue this! It was an awesome Storybook to be in, so why don't we do it again?

Here is the old one: Hotel Umbra (Started)

Plot: Hotel Umbra--an isolated island resort where the rich and famous come to get away from their hectic public lives. With fine dining, dancing, one of the largest spas in the world, and other amenities, Hotel Umbra is the perfect place to relax. The island is completely private, the only access to the mainland being through chartered boats or airplanes.

Not all is paradise at Hotel Umbra, though. Lately, Annie has gotten some odd guests, people her regular visitors are unfamiliar with. As distrust grows between vacationers, the situation becomes stranger and stranger. When they realize how isolated they truly are, guests begin to turn on each other. Can the vacationers rally together to save themselves, or will the hotel be plunged into chaos?

And, of course, there's always the threat of inclement weather...

Character:
Spoiler! :
Name (nicknames go here, too):
Age (minimum of 16, please):
Gender:
Appearance (definitely a description, picture is optional):
Personality:
History (brief):
Reason for coming to the hotel (this can be pretty much anything):
Room number (pick whichever one you want):
Love? (yes or no):
Other (anything I forgot?):


Rules:
Spoiler! :
The usual: No god-modding, no Mary Sues/Gary Stus, no killing other people unless they say you can...
I'm in charge of the hotel, so if you have questions/comments/issues, please PM me.
Please check the DT regularly. The plot will be discussed there before it appears here.


Other than that...
Welcome to the Hotel Umbra. We do hope you'll enjoy your stay...
“There is no need to call me Sir, Professor.”








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