07-10-2017, 10:21 PM
One wouldn't know it from looking at the confident way she strode through the lobby, but Jade had never stayed in a hotel before. Like, never ever. And, as the young Witch of Space soon found out, Rebecca hadn't had the chance to, either! Taking the elevator was an adventure for the both of them, the girls giddily pressing the button for their floor and watching the doors clamp shut while several other visitors shot strange looks their way. Or maybe they were just looking at the giant, eyeless dog shadowing them everywhere like some kind of white-furred wraith. Who knows!
The key card, too, was super weird. Jade distrusted the security of that funny little rectangle almost immediately. Who on earth or off it used a dumb piece of plastic to open a door, anyway? Couldn't anyone just make up their own piece of flattened plastic and barge in on them? Transportalizers were clearly the best and safest way to gain access to any room, anywhere!
They ended up in a musty old one-bedroom suite, the bedroom separated from the main living space with it's long sleeper sofa settled against the wall. Hollywood-style lampshades and pearly, tasseled draperies were strewn across the ceiling, a cool drip, drip, drip tipping Jade off to where the bathroom was located. The taps were painted gold, chipped in places to reveal the silvery metal underneath, and the Romanesque tiles of the bath were cracked so thoroughly it was like walking over a dry riverbed in the middle of a desert. It was also pretty dang obvious that the room was meant as a honeymoon suite, and Jade had to scramble to explain to Rebecca that the plum-colored wine bottle sitting on the bed was not, in fact, free grape juice, but instead a complimentary bottle of drain cleaner as she dumped the strong-smelling Chateau Recougne Bordeaux Superieur into the sink.
"I don't know about you, 'Becca, but I could sleep for 1,000 years!" Jade exclaimed, knees causing dents in the comforter and her hands busily fluffing up the pillows and bedcovers as she prepared for bed.
She heard a muffled fwhumpff! as Rebecca flopped onto the bed beside her, giggling and rolling over the soft covers. She still had the stuffed crow Nealap-- Tearen had given her, as well as Jade's purple octopus plush. "No, 10,000 years! Feel the sleep of 10,000 years!"
Later, Jade was sure to flick on the bathroom light just in case the Little Sister woke sometime in the night and couldn’t find her way. Only then did she let herself settle in for bed on the sofa, wriggling under the scratchy blanket with a treacherous creak of the springs.
As she lay in the half-dark, listening to both the sounds of the street outside trickling in through the curtains and Bec's paws digging into the carpet as he began to patrol the room, she pulled a wrinkly tri-fold brochure out from her dress. It was crumpled from being in her pocket for most all of the evening, indentations scored into the paper from where it had been pinched between nervous fingers, but it was legible nonetheless. Bracing herself, Jade lifted it close to her face so she could read the lettering in the dark.
Rapture. Home of the future. Where the great will not be constrained by the small.
Rebecca's soft, whispery snores rose from the bed in the other room. The... small?
The key card, too, was super weird. Jade distrusted the security of that funny little rectangle almost immediately. Who on earth or off it used a dumb piece of plastic to open a door, anyway? Couldn't anyone just make up their own piece of flattened plastic and barge in on them? Transportalizers were clearly the best and safest way to gain access to any room, anywhere!
They ended up in a musty old one-bedroom suite, the bedroom separated from the main living space with it's long sleeper sofa settled against the wall. Hollywood-style lampshades and pearly, tasseled draperies were strewn across the ceiling, a cool drip, drip, drip tipping Jade off to where the bathroom was located. The taps were painted gold, chipped in places to reveal the silvery metal underneath, and the Romanesque tiles of the bath were cracked so thoroughly it was like walking over a dry riverbed in the middle of a desert. It was also pretty dang obvious that the room was meant as a honeymoon suite, and Jade had to scramble to explain to Rebecca that the plum-colored wine bottle sitting on the bed was not, in fact, free grape juice, but instead a complimentary bottle of drain cleaner as she dumped the strong-smelling Chateau Recougne Bordeaux Superieur into the sink.
"I don't know about you, 'Becca, but I could sleep for 1,000 years!" Jade exclaimed, knees causing dents in the comforter and her hands busily fluffing up the pillows and bedcovers as she prepared for bed.
She heard a muffled fwhumpff! as Rebecca flopped onto the bed beside her, giggling and rolling over the soft covers. She still had the stuffed crow Nealap-- Tearen had given her, as well as Jade's purple octopus plush. "No, 10,000 years! Feel the sleep of 10,000 years!"
Later, Jade was sure to flick on the bathroom light just in case the Little Sister woke sometime in the night and couldn’t find her way. Only then did she let herself settle in for bed on the sofa, wriggling under the scratchy blanket with a treacherous creak of the springs.
As she lay in the half-dark, listening to both the sounds of the street outside trickling in through the curtains and Bec's paws digging into the carpet as he began to patrol the room, she pulled a wrinkly tri-fold brochure out from her dress. It was crumpled from being in her pocket for most all of the evening, indentations scored into the paper from where it had been pinched between nervous fingers, but it was legible nonetheless. Bracing herself, Jade lifted it close to her face so she could read the lettering in the dark.
Rapture. Home of the future. Where the great will not be constrained by the small.
Rebecca's soft, whispery snores rose from the bed in the other room. The... small?
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