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

[brokeassgoing]

Ahhh, FBI. [he shakes the offered hand, nodding, smiling to himself] Yeah, that makes sense. Badou Nails, humble info broker. Was your assignment more interesting than this?

[firs]

[ info broker. interesting. cooper doesn't know exactly what kind of crimes await his discovery at this hotel, but surely that's a good contact to keep in his back pocket. ]

Not much I can share, but I'll tell you this — [ and he stops in his tracks, because this memory is crucial. ] whoever wants to preserve the Pacific Northwest with all those evergreens is right on the money.

[ the space vibes are great, but damn, he would lose it over some autumn foliage right now too.

but he starts moving again. back to business. ]

Info broker. How does one find their way into that line of work?

[brokeassgoing]

[Badou also pauses-- rapt at attention-- and then puzzlement. evergreens are...trees right? but what kind of money racket could someone use trees for] I-- guess? Like, when the leaves change? They do that, don't they...?

[he isn't following, but he can follow this]

You know, you look into something, and also you're starving-- you fall into it.

[firs]

[ it's fine, his train of thought is running too fast for even him to follow. dare didn't tell anyone shit about caffeine addiction. regardless, he says nothing more about washington nor its douglas firs, nodding along with badou's story, considering. ]

Pays well?

[brokeassgoing]

[he wonders if this stuff about the trees will be on a pop quiz later. hopefully not.

a scoff:]

Barely. Just scraping by. It depends on the info, really.

[firs]

Yikes.

[ cooper grimaces out of sympathy. they're further down the hall now, with the glowing lights of the lobby and front desk inside. again, cooper stops, an idea striking him. ]

What's your going rate?

[brokeassgoing]

[this is meant to be a comforting place and relaxing but the vibe gives him the creeps like this]

Again, depends on the info. And I'm not unfair, I know about as little as you.