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?

Comments

[hackr]

( neon almost topples over, his leg half into another nondescript pair of shorts when jasper's discarded set disappears. )

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...

[onlyjas]

Where do you think they go?

[ 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. ]

[hackr]

( neon rolls to his feet again, heading back to his corner of the dressing room where he tugs on the tron pair of shorts. they come high enough to cover his underwear this time and he steps in front of the three-sided mirror to get a better look at himself. intuitively, he taps the mirror to reveal buttons so he can adjust the lighting. the warm department store lighting is flattering and all but he's turning it down so he can see the full effect of the shorts.

he glances at jasper through the reflection and leers at him. )

Dude, you might as well be naked in those.

( like he's complaining. )