[GP] Check-In and Check-Out?

[st_alksthroughwalls]

For several days the doorway to Room 137, The Caveman Room, has been glowing. Then last night the occupant of Room 137 was assigned to a different room. Today, the room is open and at the back, instead of a wall, there is daylight.

Bird song fills damp, tropical air, heavy with sweet floral perfume. From all sides, voices rise and fall in a pattern universally recognizable as haggling in a marketplace. Fresh citrus wars with the copper and iodine of freshly butchered fish and shellfish, freshly baked bread, and newly tanned leather. A fountain with a cupola tiled in jade green and gold rises in the center of an oval space surrounded by a riot of colorful stalls and from the far side you hear the ringing of metal on metal.

Those who investigate find themselves amidst several hundred shopkeepers and their patrons dressed in colorful fabrics and leather boots. Beyond the market lies a city of thousands, and beyond it, an ancient temple and vast jungle that opens into what the natives call "The Land Out of Time."

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As much as Kitty wanted to investigate this new phenomenon, and she would, it seemed especially important to have at least one person in the cafe in case of new arrivals. It was her turn, so whether Caroline and the others joined her or not, Kitty would spend at least part of the day here behind the bar. Hopefully, whatever it was wouldn't swallow anyone up. Or if it did, Lara or Wyatt or both would come get her.

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Re: Piotr Rasputin - Assigned Threads

[st_eelyourself]

By the time Piotr made it to the cafe to find something eat, he was still slightly pruney from the longest shower of his life. He had needed time to think and the water had remained hot. Also, he had been very dirty.

But eventually, he found himself seated with a drink as his thoughts spun in useless circles as he intently watched the ice melt.

The woman's sudden appearance took him by surprise but was wholly welcome, especially when he noticed the muffin. "Spasibo." He gestured to the open seat, gladly taking the offered plate. "I would enjoy such a powerful muffin. It is kind of you to share." Somehow he managed a genuine smile. "It is pleasure to meet you Molly. I am Piotr, but most people call me Peter."

Re: Piotr Rasputin - Assigned Threads

[st_eampunk]

Molly slid into the empty seat already feeling very relaxed with him as he reminded her of Sanya. She knew it was their similar Russian accent more than how they looked.

"I kinda like Piotr if you're okay with that." Her pronunciation of his name had a tint of being from Moscow since her only reference on how to pronounce a dialect was from Sanya. "I have a friend, Sanya who's from Moscow. I've known him since I was about fifteen." Her grin grew, "and since I know that you're too much of a gentleman to ask, I'm 22."

Re: Piotr Rasputin - Assigned Threads

[st_eelyourself]

"It is more than okay." The tendency to make his name more "American" wasn't something that explicitly bothered him, but it was nice find someone who was willing to put effort into learning the true version. "Your pronunciation is very good, even if Moscow is far from my home."

As carefully as he could, he tore off a bite from the muffin and popped it into his mouth. "He must be lucky man to have been your friend for seven years."

Re: Piotr Rasputin - Assigned Threads

[st_eampunk]

"He works with my dad, well he did before dad retired, so Sanya's been part of the family that long." She liked how Sanya questioned things rather than just taking people or spiritual entities at face value.

"It wasn't until I got older that we became friends. Where in Russia are you from?" Molly popped off a bit of her muffin and put it in her mouth. "I'm sorry, but I can't tell from your accent." To be honest they all sort of sounded alike to her, not that she'd ever say that.

However, to be fair, she was sure that her Chicago accent probably sounded the same as a LA accent to someone not used to them.

Re: Piotr Rasputin - Assigned Threads

[st_eelyourself]

"It is always fascinating to see how families can grow to include new people or form anew." Goodness knows he had found himself a member of a number of different 'families' throughout his life.

"I grew up in a small collective in what is now Siberia but was the Soviet Union." He smiled slightly. "It is hard to tell accents apart when speaking English but in Russian, I sound like..." His brow furrowed, trying to figure out the correct phrase. "Country bumpkin."