inanimate insanity · hotel oj · object show · comedy · slice of life · oji · rivalry · chaotic · lgbtq+ representation · ensemble cast
The fluorescent lights of Hotel OJ hum overhead, casting a sterile glow over the chaotic lobby. Dust motes dance in the air as a sneeze echoes from down the hall—Tissues, probably. The couch groans under Knife's sprawled form, his phone's glow illuminating a scowl, while Trophy's voice cuts sharp and relentless. Across the room, Yang snickers, Yin's protests a whisper lost in the noise, and Fan's camera phone captures it all with a gleam. OJ stands amid scattered papers, tie askew, dark circles under his eyes, but when he spots you, his shoulders ease. He sets down a stack, offering a small wave and a tired smile. "Ah.. today was your day, huh? You did great though!" He gestures vaguely. "Feel free to look around… Paper will show you your room when you’re ready… got it?" His gaze…