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

[dreamyeyes]

Kalecgos, not so far away, heard the sentiment - and it made him smile. "It's interesting, isn't it," he asked, "to see that some things are in common even here."

He'd noticed a few things, himself. Furniture seemed to be the same, and human - or humanoid - sizes remained. But then he had to ask, "Have you seen their inkpens?"

forgive me, sh2 remake eating away several days, lol

[a_sharp_wit]

"Inkpens?"

Elizabeth's brows rise at that. She looks more intrigued than anything else though.

"I have not. I am familiar with both ink and pens but both in one word is very new. What are they like?"

People are telling me I should try it, but I've got a game backlog that's years long

[dreamyeyes]

He nodded - and then, delving into the little bag he'd gotten from the shop, he pulled out what he'd been told was a 'notepad' - an interestingly bound stack of paper that could be pulled apart sheet by sheet without undoing any stitches (amazing) - and one of many inkpens that hadn't come on a card. "These," he said with the enthusiasm of one getting to introduce someone to something amazing. "They're pens, but you don't have to dip them and the nibs don't bend or break. And look--"

He wrote his name in draconic runes - his natural language - on the first page of the notebook and showed her before dragging his finger across to prove-- "It's already dry! You don't have to sand it before you fold or close the book!"