Setting
Carpeted in blue with large round couches scattered throughout, lit by an intricate chandelier much wider than it was tall. A concierge stands ready at a podium carved from a piece of the asteroid.
All rooms are located /in the Hotel Zafiro Gallery
History & Notable Events
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One thing that was good: the Aschen had no direct enforcement protocol here and couldn’t just start locking everything down. The other side of the coin was that they probably knew the people who could. Something something diplomacy, Shaunie thought as he watched the man head to the elevators.
He couldn’t help but glare kind of harder than he should have when the man walked right by him.
Wait what was that? Did he just ditch something? Shaunie looked around to see if anyone else saw that. Should he notify hotel staff? Aw hell he didn’t want to get involved in anything! He left Terra for a reason!
"Sometimes we find ourselves watching things that do not need seeing." He said cryptically.
"I'm looking for somebody, and perhaps you can help me find them, child."
Just his luck. He survived them once. As the man addressed Shaunie and all but called him out for being a peeper his stomach dropped to the floor. It found its way back to his place and thankfully not out of his throat when the man asked for his… assistance?
“Maybe,” Shaunie responded curtly with a shrug. But I’m not a child, old man, he thought to himself.
The pin itself resembled a coiled up arthropod, like a coiled insect with it’s interlocking plates. Every Aschen knew it to be the symbol of the infamous Confessor Cabal, a political organization that was allowed to move unimpeded throughout Aschen society, and even the most powerful and influential aristocrats were not immune to their jurisdiction.
He held up the holocron and Carmen’s visage flickered into view. The Confessor watched Shaunie closely for any subtle reactions, every subtle facial tic that could give away that he might know something. He was trained to glean even the smallest details from the most stone-faced adversary. He could read a poker face like a map, and glean intent, or concealment from the slightest eye movement.
“I am searching for this woman, your cooperation in ascertaining her whereabouts is paramount.” The man said coldly.
"Yeah," He responded and stood a little taller, "I think I saw her, somewhere, recently," Shaunie's eyes lingered on the pin. Whatever it was, it was fancy. Expensive. If the opportunity presented itself, he planned on getting some compensation for his paramount information.
Attention Everyone
Blue Heaven is now experiencing an Emergency Lockdown.
All scheduled shuttles have been cancelled until further notice.
All visitors and residents are to clear the docking areas.
There are no outgoing visitors or residents permitted at this time.
All incoming visitors and residents in the airlock queue may proceed.
All docked vessels are to remain in position.
Please remain calm and go about your business.
We thank you for your patience.
After a few minutes, the Head Concierge all but sprinted behind the counter and slammed a button underneath it.
The doors of Hotel Zafiro slowly closed.
"Her," she uttered under her breath, animosity growing in her voice. She wished she had never seen this woman. Everything now seemed to center around her now. "This is all her fault? Great."
There were a bunch of people who seemed out of breath and frightened by the door. Maybe she'd start there.
The front desk was fully manned and everyone was asking questions, she noticed, with concerned looks on their faces. They might have a deeper scoop.
Turning around slowly she recorded the scene with her solocamband and her memory.
It was also a lot less blue in here-with the lighting. Through the doors she saw flashes of blue and red.
A lockdown!
And there was Shaunie!
And who was he talking to?
And that weasel lady might know something...
Attention Everyone
The Emergency Lockdown has ended.
Blue Heaven thanks you for your patience.
The lighting dimmed a bit, but didn't resume it's full blue from the opening of the evening. By the doors of Hotel Zafiro, the staff looked at each other. They began to let people filter in and out, on orders from the top. Complimentary beverages began to be dispersed through the crowd, of anything they requested that the hotel was equipped to provide.
"Out with it." The Confessor insisted.
"Oh wOooOw, why are you harassing this poor ma- Oh! Her? I've seen that b- woman before! Oh my gosh, is she a criminal..? Oh my, where was she..." she suddenly blurted out, a faux surprise in her voice, before she clicked her tongue, before she just dropped the facade completely, a bitterness in her voice, "honestly, she's caused nothing but misery for me and everyone I've met until now, I don't care who you work for, I don't care what you do to her. The fact I had a psionic event with her makes me feel... gross, soOoOo... I bumped into her on the way in from the checkpoint, she was headed towards the docks, that way before the lockdown by the way, so chances are... she's booked it. You guys can track ships, right? Tch, silly me, of course you can. It may have been around the time you were first arriving. And if you think for a moment I'm making this all up, read my face when I say this."
She moved beside Shaunie and the Confessor so her face was in clear view, wrinkled up into the ever so human look of: I'm sick of this shit.
"I have no love for this woman, and if she has done anything to my brother, I'll hunt her down myself," she said in a low and shaky voice. "And the fact she's made me feel that, makes me hate her more."
He winced when Haruka lowered her voice and continued to spit hate. Damn. Just, damn - oh! Two and two clicked together. So this weasel lady was the other weasel dude's relative. They were all on a private tour earlier, weren't they? Shaunie delicately cleared his throat.
"She was in Club 47," he said to the Aschen, "seems she's gone now," and shrugged. He moved an inch closer to Haruka. The dude got what he wanted.
A staff attendant approached the group of three with a silver tray. Atop the tray were a few bottles of water, and a card that read "Anything else, just ask".
He wasn't looking where he was going and almost walked right into a guy holding an adorable cat- Volare.
"Ack, my bad!" Shaunie popped the lid back on the bottle and apologized as he regained his balance.
While in the midst of sipping her drink and beginning to calm down, Haruka caught in her peripheral a glimpse of something unusual: a door, seemingly detached from any frame, standing alone in the middle of nowhere. She quickly turned her head to get a better look, her cheeks still puffed with water. She simply quietly stared at this point, watching as there was a near collision between the young man from earlier and one with a cat just appeared out of a... nowhere door?
She swallowed and quietly shuffled over, effectively distracted by what she wasn't sure was real or a stress-induced hallucination.
Swiftly turning away, he pulled back his sleeve to reveal an alien looking, almost insectoid gauntlet made from interlocking hexagonal plates. He keyed something into the display on his gauntlet, and tugged the suit jacket back over it. In an instant, he seemed to have disappeared into thin air.
"Looks like you made it just in time to not get caught in any crossfires," Shaunie smiled at Volare, then glanced back to where the Aschen guy was asking questions - only to see he had apparently disappeared into thin air. Weird. Today was weird.
"Anyway uh, I'm Shaunie," He said to Volare and Haruka, finding his manners somewhere in the confusion of watching a person disappear.
"Is everyone here for the Grand Opening?"
He stops running and slows down abruptly when he gets closer, awkwardly pushing his hair back as he notices the other people there. "Hey, uh, sorry to interrupt," he says quickly and rather quietly to Haruka. "What's the situation? What was up with that confessor? Did you tell him anything?"
Fuck, I guess I missed out. Damn it.
He realizes in a spare moment that his gun is completely unconcealed, and hurriedly shoves his hand in his jacket pocket to cover it.
I'm looking like a total rube, jeez. Need to get my act together. He visibly straightens, then reaches up and turns back on his glasses just in time for a notification that says RIOT Agent Jack Donovan - Please Report. Failure to do so will result in administration of Compound 411. Time Left: 01s
"Oh, shit."
He flinches as a dose from a patch on his arm is activated, administering a dose of a steroid.
He freezes in place for a moment before quickly walking away, holding up a single finger as he turns around, signaling one second before disappearing deeper into the hotel.
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