Your head throbbed as you slowly sat up, taking in your surroundings. You had seemingly fallen through the ceiling and were on your back, lying inside a sepia-toned room. You couldn't quite piece together where you were or how you'd gotten here. It looked like you had been transported into a 1920's black-and-white film. The room was dimly lit, the walls adorned with ornate brass fixtures and paintings. There was a sign under above the entranceway that read "Como Hotel."

Where were you?

You rose to your feet slowly, and made your way over to a countertop in front of you. Your hand instinctively went to the bell that laid on top of the counter, a loud 'ding!' coming from the bell as you rang it.

???: "Comiiiing!" [mood: enthusiastic]

You stood there for a moment, taken a little off-guard by this whole situation, as a jazzy vinyl track began to play through the lobby. Suddenly, from underneath the counter, a tall, humanoid robot appeared. His head resembled some sort of old television with a smiley face inside it. He smiled warmly, placing his hands on the countertop.

Razzle: "Ooh, a new customer! I was just cleaning up the lobby when you came in. Please sign in." [mood: enthusiastic]