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welcome, new visitors



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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Oh man, what if they have like glass bottom pool or something and you can swim and look at the the fucking stars and planets underwater.
( his eyes are the ones to go all round and shiny this time around and he narrowly walks into a thin metallic pole halfway through the sentence before swerving last minute. )
Anyway.
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[ he pretends not to notice neon almost walking into the pole, his lips definitely not twitching in amusement as he pauses and considers what neon's just said about a glass-bottom pool. when jasper turns his eyes are wide, catching the reflective light from the strange blue walls around them. ]
Wait, why didn't I think of that? Oh, man, we gotta find some staff or somethin' to ask about that. Hell, I'll even take a glass dome above me.
[ aw look, he's all excited. ]
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Living that glamorous rock star life, even up here. ( he pauses. ) I think they covered that in Josie and the Pussycats in Outer Space.
( after glancing at the sign again, neon's hand finds a curved, rippled wall and he starts to walk along it in hopes of finding some kind of door or something. eventually, he pushes in and, with a small hiss, the dressing rooms reveal themselves as the hatch opens. )
That is so fucking unnecessary but I love it.
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[ jasper grins as he steps into the hall of dressing room and-- well, of course he's going to just go ahead and pull neon into one of them with him. because why bother going into separate ones when half the fun is showing off for -- his friendbandmateguy?
whatever.
he dumps his handful of things onto a little table in the corner and grabs the bottom of his shirt to whip it off his body, whistling quietly as he strips. ]
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( neon's about to pull away to find his own room so they can have a little fashion show in the middle. consider his surprise when 1) jasper pulls him in with him, especially since they spend so much time together as a team 2) the dressing room is more than enough for two people. there are sleek blue benches and the most flattering lights known to man or otherwise.
he raises his eyebrows in surprise when he closes the door behind himself. )
You don't waste time, ( neon murmurs amusedly, turning slightly to take his shirt off. )
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[ ultimately, he decides to wait, dropping his shorts but leaving his underwear like a normal fucking person trying on clothes that aren't his (fucking weirdos out there, man). so things might not look exactly right, but they'll be close enough.
he decides to try on the goofy ass skull shorts first, cackling a little as he settles them onto his hips. jasper turns around to neon and moves his legs in and out, still laughing. ]
Bro's got sideways duck lips.
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( neon hangs his new jeans up on one of the hooks, first catching a glimpse of jasper's swim shorts monstrosity through the reflection in the mirror before turning around to see it himself. and he bursts out laughing. )
What do you think they were trying to say with this beak design, do you think? ( he asks casually, perching himself on a bench so he can pull on a pair of black low rider shorts, the elastic of his boxer briefs peeking over the waistline. )
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[ jasper turns to look at himself in the mirror again, head tipped to the side in quiet contemplation. he looks at neon over his shoulder in his reflection and grins. ]
Gobble me swallow me?
[ he lets out a bark of a laugh before pushing the shorts back down, ready to just drop them off to the side to start a discard pile. that's when he spies those very words on the wall with an arrow pointing at a tray. jasper lifts an eyebrow and sets the shorts there only for the shorts to just fucking disappear the second he pulls his hand away. ]
...Right.
[ he turns back toward his pile, occasionally casting glances toward neon in the mirror to see what he's wiggling into himself. ]
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Holy shit!
( he hastily pulls the shorts off - he wasn't going to get them anyway - and, still in just his underwear, skitters over to the arrow to plop down in front of it, slowly placing the trunks down. just as jasper's had before, they just - poof - disappear.
he gasps like a small child would at a magic trick. )
Dude...
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[ he plucks out a little speedo next, and he can't help but notice that it matches the tron trunks that neon had grabbed earlier, though the strips of color are around the waist and down at the hips. ]
Maybe they just get like automatically folded and put back out where we got 'em from.
[ which would be extra wild because why even have employees at that point except to maybe present a welcoming front and answer questions? jasper wiggles the little pair on and hums quietly as turns back and forth in front of the mirror. his underwear really kinda hurts the image but he likes where it's going. ]
These are a contender.
[ there's the risk of so much ass cheek. they're perfect. ]
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he glances at jasper through the reflection and leers at him. )
Dude, you might as well be naked in those.
( like he's complaining. )