welcome, new visitors

[modconcierge]

There isn't much fanfare for the new crop of visitors who have come in this month, but what they encounter is quite wondrous. Is it a cruise ship? Is it a hotel? Is it a tiny planet? No one can give them a straight answer, but all are encouraged to take part in the buffet, where visitors may find an assortment of foods both familiar and unfamiliar to them. There is an open mic night happening in one of the lounges on site, featuring staff and visitor performances. Or there are a handful of shops to browse if you're amenable to trading.

Visitors will find that the Hotel Multiverse at the Edge of the Cosmos between Canons (its official name) is very much alive beyond the bustling crowd. In fact, it might just be listening to you and anticipating your needs.

As for the rest? Well, that's up to you. You may as well socialize, right?

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babysitters club

[pocketmoney]

[ without much fanfare, sue ellen claims the seat in front of him, lowering her shades just enough to look over the top of them at steve. her eyes squint a moment as she does what any teenage girl does best — judges, and judges swiftly.

decent style, great hair, but he is glued to the stage like he is watching saturday morning cartoons. but if she has learned anything over the summer? never judge a book by the cover.

she fixes her shades and leans back, folding her arms. ]

Is it worth it? The milkshake.

you got it.

[videostore]

[ steve glances from the stage to the woman now across from him, eyebrows knitting while one quirks upward. he's not angry, no, just confused - but that's to be expected here, he figures. people coming and going, sitting and enjoying, or just wandering around. the buffet is huge, but steve hasn't tackled it yet. the song fizzles out into the background, and steve stirs his milkshake again with his straw. ]

Uh, yeah. It is. Best one I've had.

[ he gazes at her, into her sunglasses, his reflection perfect in the lenses. ]

I'm Steve. In case you were wondering.