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>[Travel time: 2 TUs]
>[5/??? TUs until Pat is discovered by Management]
You push it open without hesitation, step out onto cement, and breath the pool smell deeply. A mile above the ocean, this was the form of water you were once most accustomed to. The friendly, domesticated pool! You hadn't realized you missed it.
>[+1 ID: 6/14]
This one is a tad incongruous, given that the lodge is <span class="mu-i">right</span> on the beach, but you suppose it comes in handy on the day a year the ocean freezes over. Plus, it's just plain attractive, with a curvy natural shape instead of a boring rectangle, and the inside all lined with blue mosaic tile. Maybe that makes it a dumb pagan pool or something, but judging on pure looks, it's hard to beat.
Is there a person here, though? Preferably one wearing a large visible nametag? It takes a visual scan and re-scan before you finally spot the girl, who isn't just lacking a nametag, but is sunken nigh-completely underwater. She's sitting on one of the lower pool steps in such a way that only her nose and eyes are sticking out. Is she... meditating?
You shuffle closer, attempting to be discreet. She could be meditating. But with a closer vantage, her brow's awfully pinched, and she's staring straight down at the water. Is she thinking? Or... sulking? She doesn't seem very happy, in any case.
>The girl in the POOL is DISTRESSED.
She's not wearing a dress, if it has to be said, but you aren't willing to focus too much on what she is wearing. (It's not proper.) What instead? You consider calling out, then remember the vow of silence, and wave a vigorous hello. The girl catches the motion in her peripheral and looks up, but only long enough to register who you are; not deeming you important, you assume, her eyes slide right back to the water.
Hmph. You suppose it's a good thing Gil and Horse Face aren't here, because you're not all that inclined to defend somebody so terribly rude.
(Choices next.)
