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Username/Display Name: Bucciarati
Server Channel: #general
Time: October 19, evening

Good evening.

I had an idea of what this place was when I accepted the invitation, but my understanding was flawed. It's been several days since we were "invited," but the picture isn't any clearer. If anything, I understand less and less what this hotel is.

We can reasonably assume the staff here is responsible for the poisonings/curses at the spa. At the same time as this, they've been feeding and housing us for free. If they wanted to actually hurt us, there's no reason they wouldn't have already.

There's also the matter of the "wish."

I'm posing the question to all of you to consolidate info. What is this hotel?

Where do you think we are?
Why were we invited?

B. B.

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That's true. I've already assumed that we're outside of time.

[ it only makes sense that it would flow differently here - that said, thinking too hard about the logistics might give him a headache, so he'll just accept it for what it is. They're not in a specific point in time; they just are.

Instead of a headache, her other comment is just giving him concerns. ]

I remember. What are you saying?

To reconstruct something, so that it is just the way it once was, takes a very long time. Months, years, centuries.

[ That's true for all things that are rebuilt in some way - so it suits her desire to not be too explicit. If he is truly dead, then his soul must have been bound here by supernatural means, or he might have been "reincarnated" in some spiritual way... a feat that she knows is not an easy one. Trying to keep all the memories and things that made that person who they are makes it even tougher. ]

Or so I have heard in legend.
But you seem the type who may have trouble believing such a thing.

Do I?

[ he wonders how he should take that... he must seem too serious, too practical, he supposes. It certainly wouldn't be the first time anyone's thought that of him. ]

Souls are complicated. I don't think it's hard to believe. Humans wouldn't fight so hard to survive if life was cheap.

[ he should know... this is the second time his spirit has, somehow, clung together. ]

Why do you know about this?

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[ Oh, that's a surprisingly abstract and passionate way to talk about souls and life. It's a little cute - at odds with her image of him as someone very straightforward and serious. ]

I am a servant to a very peculiar house.

[ Which explains everything but nothing at all at the same time. Just the way she likes it. ]

Once someone makes their way back to the manor, they are not always the same as they once were.
It can take waiting...
I imagine the same is possible here in this realm.

[ Whether she's talking about actual reincarnation, spirits haunting the house, or something more physical and realistic is unclear — but she tries to provide an explanation for him regardless, for the fact that those he knows have not shown up immediately. ]

[ yeah, that's not much of an explanation - but he wasn't really expecting one. He's been slightly cagey about his own circumstances, after all, and she strikes him as the secretive sort besides. On the other hand, it tells him just enough to pique his curiosity. Clearly, she's used to a situation somewhat similar to this one - and she's used to handling those who have passed on there, too.

Provided she's telling the truth, anyway. It's harder for him to tell over text. ]

So you're something like Mr. Bennet, yourself. It's no wonder you were surprised to be invited.

I am simply a maid.

[ And Mr. Bennet is... certainly higher in rank than a lowly servant. Probably. ]

But perhaps there is some resemblance between us. The house does grant others' desires.
How surprising indeed, hearing about this hotel with a similar mysterious power.

[ "simply a maid" isn't so convincing when she's apparently employed at another extradimensional pit stop, but maybe she doesn't know anything outside of it. He's getting the impression she's not a regular human. ]

How did you get your job?

In an exchange, between myself and a resident.
I suppose you could say it was akin to a trade.

[ An 'I get something, you get something' kind of trade, which she thinks is explanation enough. Enough to allude to the fact that she did get something out of signing on to a life of servitude — it wasn't like she was forced into it or had a regular job application process. Allegedly. ]

Might I ask what your profession is, in turn?

[ Allegedly ...

It leaves a lot of questions unanswered, but it does give him context. It was very possible, in his mind, that she was some sort of homunculus, magically generated by her own "hotel" as staff; knowing she's a real person is something of a relief. ]

I collect taxes.

[ technically not a lie. ]

But I'm retired now.

I imagine you would be.

[ What can he do about tacks evashun while dead, after all.... ]

Yet you now have a chance to take a "vacation" here, no? Are you looking forward to it?

I don't know where to start.

[ he is absolutely the type to never vacation until the bucci boys force him to ]

Why not begin with simply enjoying something you always have?
A dish you like to eat, a song you like listening to...

Or perhaps there is something you have always wanted to do, but never had time for?

That's not a bad idea.
I wonder where you can find a CD player in this place.

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