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Took a while, but at the edge of the city between the Northern and Western (where you live) District, you find the luxurious Hotel Sunset Men! One short subway ride and you were there. The place is well connected to the rest of the city, but unless you’re planning on traveling here, the station serves no purpose.
Place has a seaside vibe that clashes with the rest of the city, from the palm trees and flowers with all types of other colorful greenery, to the large swimming pools, you’re stepping into alien (not the type Grace is afraid of) territory. Doesn’t help that the building’s architecture is something you’d see from an overseas movie. All of this plus the flaming flags from countries from around the globe, the lack of any signage in your language, and, uhm, the foreigners, give it an international splendor.
You could make a post card out of this place and nobody would be able to tell it’s in Pokyo Lokyo.
“I just realized that it was you that sent those weird texts after I won against my hobo dragon, Virus Odetta” You say as you stand outside the venue.
“What are you talking about?” Odetta has no idea what you’re referring to.
“<span class="mu-i">You mean the ones <span class="mu-s">before</span> you traded blows with a weirdo?</span>” A Tiny O appears with curiosity.
“Yeah, those, I guess.” You scratch your head. Your memory is failing…
“<span class="mu-i">Yeah, those were mine. Pretty fucking pointless when you don’t listen to them, just saying.</span>” The Tiny O gets annoyed before getting splatted.
“Stalker.” Matilda dryly retorts to Odetta.
“Hey, I do this professionally, I’m not some loser with attachment problems.” Odetta frowns.
“Yes, you are. You lost your body, didn’t you?” Matilda does a wordplay. “I bet it’s not even the first time.”
“What do you know?! Johnny, she’s harassing me! Tell her to stop or I’ll take her body!” Odetta threatens.
“Please, no body possessions, those don’t end well.” Wilma turns the screen off to shut her up. You’re moving on.
Standing outside, the Hotel feels so out of place even if it’s sunset, you aren’t sure if it’s appropriate for you to go through the gate, anxiety is stupid. You three step into the reception and it’s as luxurious as it is outside. Two important signboards say that there’s a wedding tonight, and that part of the hotel will be closed off – and during it, Jack Michaelson will perform. Lucky them, you guess. There are a lot of people loitering here, from wedding guests to tourists, and every brand of hotel worker.
