fh_trips | Cyseal, Sunday Evening

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Cyseal, Sunday Evening

There were many universes where the locals had never even heard of a portal, let alone seen one; Rivellon was not one of them. When Fandom's portal lit up, it was in broad starlight, on a specially-prepared pedestal not far from the King Crab Inn. The portal would remain, permanently locked in its place, for the duration of their stay and then some - much like several others that dotted around the landscape.

They were met at the portal by a representative of the Inn, and a small white tomcat, who watched them curiously before skittering off.

The telepathic among you might have even heard it mumbling something along the lines of, "How curious!"

It was too dark out for a proper tour, though, so the guests were swiftly escorted to the warmth of the King Crab Inn. Settle in today, kids. The real fun begins tomorrow.

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! | rooms | common room | bar | outside | ooc ]]

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This large inn is a beautiful construction of ornate brickwork, with flowers hanging off of every available surface on the outside. Most rooms have balconies; sometimes, a man will stand outside the door, watching for potential adventurers.

But not tonight.

The rooms are upstairs, modestly outfitted but spacious. There is a double bed or set of twin beds in each room, a bath with a privacy screen, a wardrobe (with time-and-place appropriate clothing included) and a desk. There are plenty of candles, and beautiful paintings hang off the walls.

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Downstairs, large red curtains separate the various booths and tables from the rest of the inn; while they are usually open, they may be closed if privacy is wished for. To the left, there is a large bar which covers the entire L-shaped curve of the back wall. There is the constant, comforting rumble of people chattering; the decor, the fireplace (with bear fur rug) and the candles speak of an intrinsic welcoming warmth. A grey tomcat wanders around, sweet and clever.

Edited 2016-02-21 15:06 (UTC)

The bar does not just serve drinks (though in Cyseal, they are not particularly interested in age limits), but it also serves food for the guests staying at the King Crab. At this time in the evening, you can buy drinks, various dinner dishes composed of vegetables with beef or fish, mashed potatoes, Rivellon fries, pumpkin and cheeses.

It's dark, and there are no festivities or other activities in Cyseal tonight.

But there's place to sit right outside the inn, and a large fountain still clatters on peacefully within sight. There's room, if you prefer to sit out here, and the night skies are incredibly clear here.

Let me know if I missed something!

Lucille was relieved to share a room with someone she knew and liked. Placing the small bag on one bed -- she would be surprised if Jalian had a strong preference for which one -- she unpacked the few items on clothing she had brought while reflecting on the strangeness of this place.

[open, SP due to holiday]

Now hungry, Lucille had ordered a light dinner, and a glass of wine to go with it. Watching the crowd, her thoughts often drifted elsewhere, and she found herself actually wishing for company.

[SP due to holiday]

Bellamy had no idea why he was here. He'd gotten something that said he'd been booked and had promptly ignored the invitation until he'd gotten another one. After last week, he figured that maybe he was owed a break, maybe this was a way of the universe being nice to him.

And he couldn't help but be curious either. He'd only been stuck on the damn island since he'd been punted to this place so the thought of seeing another place was enough to de-grump him for a little while.

He dropped his stuff on one of the beds and sat down, back to the door to decompress.

Sorry, Thorin. The narrative was so, so sorry.

Isabela on the other hand wasn't. It was warm! Isabela had almost forgotten what warm felt like, and even if this place wasn't Thedosian, it was close enough to ease some of the homesickness she wasn't feeling.

She happily flung herself on the nearest bed. She'd unpack in a minute, then go exploring.

Dante was fine.

Or rather, he was going to be fine. Two days in Limbo City? Whatever. He'd snagged a bottle of wine, and now he was stretched out in a booth, one half of the curtains closed.

Booze, then loads of sleep. Then he'd be fine.

Of course Isabela was at the bar, and of course she had a tankard of ale in her hand.

Was anyone was surprised by this? At all?

Cara hadn't actually gone into the tavern yet, not that she had all that much to unpack, because she just wanted to sit down and breathe for the first time in a week without sneezing violently or feeling an itch she couldn't scratch under her skin.

"Now this looks like a proper establishment," Edward sighed.

To himself, by and large; he was not yet aware of who his roommate would be, or her whereabouts.

Whatever the case, he collapsed on a soft surface almost immediately, let out a sigh, and curled up.

Frank settled into his room right away. Meaning, of course, that as much of the liquor he brought that could fit on the desk made their way onto the desk and he poured himself a glass.

After some pregaming in his room - or, considering this was Frank, competing in another leg of the endless marathon - Frank made his way to the bar to experience Cyseal's finest liquors that he could somehow afford.

Beccause of course he did.

Step one: Find room. Step two: choose bed before roommate gets there. Step three: nap. Sorry, Tahiri, but you were going to have to deal with snoring by the time you got to the room, probably

Sarah was yet to remember she'd signed him up to be her plus one. She'd been drunk and lonely and... pollenated at the time, okay? Mistakes were made.

She wasn't surprised to see someone already here when she came in. She was surprised with what her brain came back with when it processed the specific form.

"... The hell?"

Atton got a whole plate full of food... and a tankard of water.

This felt like the best way to celebrate not being either drunk or sex-brained for the first time in a week.

The silence had been so nice. So nice while it lasted but Bellamy was snapped out of his reverie by her voice. He stood up and spun around, frowning.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, hands on his hips. "This is my room."

Skaar sat. There was a promise of adventures and, presumably, things to fight. Skaar planned on taking those opportunities for all they were worth. Until then, he sat. He prepared. He gathered every part of his anger in preparation to use it.

He hoped there were big monsters to hit.

Steve was in another world, rooming with a version of his best friend that was still, well, alive.

Steve was over the moon to be here, and was doing his best impression of a hyperactive, overgrown golden retriever puppy as he tried to see everything in the room all at the same time.

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Newsflash, sunshine," she drawled, "there's always annoying room-sharing on these trips. The question is, what are you doing here?"

Bellamy pulled his ticket and hotel papers out of the pocket of his jacket and tossed it her way.

"This is the room they gave me, sunshine," he said, nodding. "It wasn't my choice."

Sarah gave the papers a cursory glare.

Then something dawned on her.

"Oh, fucksticks."

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Cyseal, Sunday Evening

King Crab Inn

King Crab Inn - Rooms

King Crab Inn - Common Room

King Crab Inn - Bar

Outside the Inn

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Room 117

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Room 107

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