Caravanserai [Villas]

[Flower]

Room Details Nautilus Superior: Cheapest room. 1 king size bed. Patio. 500 sq ft. Nautilus Deluxe: 1 king sized bed. Patio. 700 sq ft. Osmeña Deluxe Salistou: 1 king sized bed. Sofa bed. Patio. Has private adjoining pool. 1000 sq. ft. Osmeña Premiuer Salistou: Most expensive room. 1 king sized bed. Sofa bed. Patio. Has private adjoining pool. 1500 sq. ft. Game Time: July 1, 2025 to July 11, 2025

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[Flower]

Waiting in Your Rooms

Dear Adventurous Traveler,

On the behalf of Caravanserais entire staff, we would like to welcome you to our home. We understand you have gone through great and some might call it extreme lengths to reach this desert oasis.

Travelling by camel is not the most comfortable mode of transportation but it is the less destructive to a very sensitive environment. Now that you have arrived we hope you understand the reasons behind our choices. Caravanserai functions not only an oasis for you but also the wildlife. Clusters of tourist shops and close proximity of headache inducing airports would only disrupt the peace we have worked so hard to preserve for all travelers that find themselves here.

What we discovered here is precious and in need of protection from the insanity of modernity.

We hope you find what you are searching for within our oasis, whether if it be adventure or relaxation. We guarantee the memories you create here will last a lifetime.

If you require anything during your stay, our stall will be pleased to assist you — morning, noon or night! Just call the front desk and we will be at your service.

We thank you for your presence.

Warmly,

Coral, Jade, and Ruby

[Jaclyn]

Name: Katrina von Roissy
Previous: Optional link to previous post.
Date | Time: What day and time does your scene take place?
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Tagging: Who is your character talking to at the moment? Feel free to include if they are mentioning someone. Also mention if your scene is open or closed.… Fatima's dark eyes show her and my relief as we find ourselves at the desk ... our credentials accepted ... a sympathetic gesture to Fatima …

  “No no, I will accommodate her. We were companions through the desert and are bonded. Together we remain until shew must depart. Her family needs her and what her service has earned them.”

… we accept keys to our suite ... note the person's name on her badge …

  “Thank you Reese. We appreciate your service.”

… we depart for our suite ... each sharing the luggage though hers is meager and mine excessive ... we arrive …

  “Oh this is wonderful!”

… inside we arrange for her and for me ... yes, she gives me the larger of the two bedrooms ... yet she has a bed so much more than what I saw at her home …

  “I believe I have phone service here, Fatima. Would you like to phone someone to tell them you're here safely?”

… her smile under her veil is in her eyes ... she declines ... I unpack and deliberate ... rest or the welcome party? ... decide on the party …

  “My home here is yours Fatima. Bathe or whatever you choose. Room service and the pool too. I have a party to attend and will see you in the morning unless you leave too early for me. Thank you dear, you've been wonderful!”

… press a folded wad of rials into her hand ... it grew as we endured across the desert ... enter my room to change for the reception …

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: June 6th 2020, late morning/mid-day
Wearing:Gray sundress, black floppy hat, burgundy patterned shawl, and cream colored heels
Location: Heading towards her room, her room
Tagging:Closed

When was the last time that Breezy could remember having all the time in the world and nothing more pressing to do but nap? She normally had to steal precious moments to read or relax between her busy schedule and hectic life. Maybe this vacation was going to be the start of a much slower and more satisfying life. Instead of checking her phone or tablet for some news or a quick mind-less game, she settled against the corner wall of the elevator and just let the vibration of the machine and the ding of the floors wash over her senses. By the time she reached her floor she was humming.

She found her key in the small card pocket on the back of her tablet and headed into her Hubal styled room. It was luxurious - spacious, beautifully decorated, with a killer view and a pool that was calling her name. She still had plans to nap but she had to sit at the edge of the water and let her legs dip into the cool water. It was an icy contrast to the hot desert heat. She read a few more chapters in her book before finally heading towards her bed to nap.

And with one big backwards flop she snoozed for another hour or two.

[Flower]

Name:  Doug the Bellboy
Date | Time: June 6th, mid-afternoon and onwards
Wearing:  Uniform
Location: Røed Suite
Tagging: Laila Røed

Doug did not notice anything out of the ordinary with Ms. Røed. She seemed like a regular lady to him. Plus, his mind was too preoccupied with his own concerns, such as ensuring he did not drag her heavy bag along the floor. Why hadn’t he gotten one of those carts with the wheels again?

Anyway, all of the other bellboys were intent on completing their escorting tasks in record speed and take the shortest route possible. It was a bit of a game between them which made the job more enjoyable. Whomever returned fastest would receive a reward, usually a small bit of cash or even a treat.

Doug always came in last. He enjoyed these walks with newly arrived guests. Their expressions were worth being the loser of the group since he knew they enjoyed the more scenic routes.

“It’s pretty sweet,” Doug said with a delighted smile. They were just passing a wall made of nothing but glass. On the other side, there was a full expanse of desert. Some people were terrified of it but he thought it was a special kind of beautiful. Almost like being surrounded by water. It reminded a person of how small they were in the world. “Most people are pretty nice. I get to take cool photos in my spare time. I plan to add them to my college application once I’m back home. I think it’ll help me stand out.”

He waited with genuine patience for her to open the door once they arrived to her room. Once inside, he kept hold of her belongings, not wanting to just drop them anywhere. Her enthusiasm was quite infectious, and he found himself chuckling as well.

“It is really awesome here,” he nodded in agreement. “Just wait until you see it at night. Nothing like it. Where would you like this stuff, ma’am?”

Upon receiving further instruction, Doug took her bags into her bedroom and placed it neatly upon the floor. He was ready to head out when he noticed her holding out a 20 USD bill to him with a peculiar expression upon her face. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a 10 USD dollar out (thank god he had one) and handed it over to her before accepting the 20 dollar bill.

“Thank you, ma’am,” Doug said with an appreciative grin, already adding up how he needed to upgrade his camera equipment. “You’re very kind.” His head cocked to the side as he tried to think of the best recommendation for her. “Well, there’s going to be a big party tonight, ma’am. Masks and all. Did you bring any fancy dress or something with you?”

[Endogenesis]

Name: Laila Røed.
Date | Time: June 6th 2020, mid-afternoon and onward.
Wearing: T-shirt with s faded Diablo 3 icon, faded black jeans that now borders to grey.
Location: Røed suite.
Tagging: Doug the Bellboy.

"The desert is beautiful, it reminds me of the arctic tundra, I suppose places of extremes hold a singular beauty that is not found within the medium." she states as she takes a moment to watch the barren beauty of gold outside.  Taking in the news of a masquerade she ponders it for a moment.  It had been years since the last time she had any real fun, looking at Doug she finally nods.

"You know what, I think I will go there, I have a dress that could pass for fancy I guess." she had had the foresight to pack a dress she had worn to her sisters wedding two years ago.  Having spent a bit too much money on it she felt slight elation now that she actually had an occasion to wear it again.  "But I don't have a mask." she looks to Doug as if he might be able to conjure on out of thin air.

[Flower]

Name:  Doug the Bellboy
Date | Time: June 6th, mid-afternoon and onwards
Wearing:  Uniform
Location: Røed Suite
Tagging: Laila Røed


Doug nodded his head in agreement to Ms. Røed’s statement about extreme landscapes. It was his dream to travel around the world and take pictures of towering mountains or rushing rivers. He didn’t want to keep these discoveries to himself but share those captured moments with people who might otherwise get the chance to see in-person. The only reason why he was going to college rather than hitting the road was due to his mother’s insistence about the importance of a college education.

“If you don’t like your dress, Mr. Cummings can take care of you,” Doug volunteered the information with a big smile. “He has some of everything in his shop. I wouldn’t be surprised if he has a four leaf clover buried somewhere in his hoard of treasures. You’ll find a dress and mask there. I guarantee it”

[LocusVonErich]

Name: Joseph Edwards
Date | Time: 6 June 2020, mid-afternoon
Wearing: White khakis, white button down shirt with sleeves rolled to the elbow and the buttons only buttoned up to the solar plexus
Location: Mirage Bar Patio moving to Quos Residential Suite
Tagging: Steffy, Käti, Closed


Joseph sat in silence for a couple of moments after Steffy and Käti made their exits. Looking out towards the slowly setting sun, he pondered on what sort of thing that would be happening later on in the evening. Standing up, he bid the Mirage a farewell, knowing that he would more than likely be back there often during his residence at Caravanserai.

Upon returning to his lavish suite, he found an envelope.


"1st Annual Caravanserai Masquerade Ball
Formal Attire and Mask Required
6:00pm-12:00am"


Good thing he packed a suit just for the occasion. Of course, the mask would have to be worried about later.

[Dragongoddess]

Name: Alexandrena Kensington
Date | Time: June 6th || 6:30pm
Wearing: Starry Night dress,diamond necklace, diamond earrings, diamond bracelet, formal updo, and masquerade mask
Location: Ren & Chris's Dushura Royal Suite
Tagging: Open
It wasn't until the young heiress was out of event hall, out of sight of the staff checking people in, and she was sure no one was following her that she allowed herself to even crack.  Her burning eyes started to flood though she kept herself from breathing too much so as too keep her crying silenced.  Her walk sped into nearly a run as she made her way to her suite.  Her confidence slipped away and all that was left as she made her way through the hotel was a mess of a woman.

With the storm inside, the young woman had trouble getting to the suite that was much more extravagant than the two of them had needed.  She missed the door a few times and when she finally did find it through the mask of tears streaming down the actual mask on her face, she struggled to get it unlocked.  By the time, she finally got into the Dushura Royal, she was sure Chris would be noticing she was gone, assuming he was even trying to do his job at all.  She laughed once at the idea that he might have any thoughts on her.  Even with it being his job to do so, he was too wrapped up in that other woman.

Ren wasted no time, once she got in, to head to her packed liquors and open a bottle.  At this point, even she knew she shouldn't be drinking.  She didn't need anyone to tell her that.  She knew full well, thanks to Chris, what she could be in for by drinking too much.  He'd harped on her about the extremes so many times Ren could repeat the lecture word for word.  At one point, she'd even been foolish enough to believe his chiding was more than simply him doing his job.  Now, she was pouring the bottle down her throat, ignoring the burn as it found its way into her system.  She didn't care about what might happen.  Not anymore.

[Gannameade]

 

Name: Chris Nelson
Date | Time: June 6th || 6:40pm
Wearing:  Mask,Gold Suit, Undermask
Location: Ren & Chris's Dushura Royal Suite
Tagging: Alexandrena Kensington

Chris was at the top of the stairs by the time the door closed.  It was more the fact that she was definitely toasty given he had been away from her and it probably took her some time to get in.  He wondered what the guy at the bar had done to upset her.  Apparently, he was supposed to bodyguard her all night when she wanted to be away from him.  He gave her some space, thank goodness she didn't start a fight or punch him.  Hell, she was prone to do that too.  He moved down the hall and easily into the sweet, he wasn't drunk after all on anything but Becky's lips.  He frowned as he truly wanted to know where that was going to go.  Hell blue and gold went well together, after all, the thought alone put a smile on his face. 

The smile faded once he was in he heard the clatter of bottles.  He knew she had them, he would be a piss poor bodyguard if he didn't.  He kept track of her and he knew weights, he knew a few dealers some of them were his family members.  So he was rather skilled with weights and measures.  That was why his parents were so enamored with Ren's brother.  Hell if he had a sister they would have tried to marry her off to him, they wanted him away from that drug life.  He, on the other hand, Ren's mom adored him her dad did too as long as he thought Chris wasn't touching his daughter in any way.  His best friend hinted at that once and her father showed Chris his gun collection.  It made Chris get one of his own.

"So you wanna tell me what happened down there?"  He said draping his jacket over the chair as he unbuttoned his shirt and rolled up his sleeves, just in case he needed to go back downstairs and tear whoever that guy was that hurt her feelings a new one.

[Dragongoddess]

Name: Alexandrena Kensington
Date | Time: June 6th || 6:30pm
Wearing: Starry Night dress,diamond necklace, diamond earrings, diamond bracelet, formal updo, and masquerade mask
Location: Ren & Chris's Dushura Royal Suite
Tagging: Chris, Open
Ren had only come in to grab a couple of bottles and was leaving her room, about to leave the suite when everything went red.  Her face flushed hot in a rage stemmed from pain.  She wondered why he'd followed her, why he'd left the other woman.  She knew it was because he had a job to do.  It was his job to find out what had her so upset.  It was his job not to let her get hurt, even by her own hand.  She had to remember that she was just the job to him.

He asked her a question and her rage intensified.  He should have known.  Was he blind?  Was he stupid?  No, Ren knew he was neither of those.  He simply didn't care.  Again she wanted to know why he'd left the woman he was so infatuated with.  The heiress wasn't stumbling.  In fact, it would be pretty difficult for anyone who didn't know her well enough to know how drunk she actually was just by looking at her.  It wasn't until she started talking, her voice carrying like a forest fire that the majority of people would know.

"Oh you know, boys will be boys."  She stated, clearly making her best attempt not to bite Chris's head off with her words.  Ren didn't tend to speak with her hands unless she really was drunk.  With her words, her hand holding the bottle twirled around wildly.  "A pretty little thing comes in and they forget all about everything else."  She doubted he'd understand that she meant him and not the guy who'd come to distract her from her problems.  Her arms were flailing wildly with her second sentence.

"Why are you here?"  She asked, glaring at the one man in the world she both didn't want to see and only wanted close at the moment.  "Shouldn't you be feeling up that naked minx like a hungry animal?"  She didn't have much of a filter to begin with but what she did have was obviously gone at this point.  If he needed any more proof that she had no need for the bottle in her hand anymore, that was it.  Ren did a lot to get under Chris's skin but never before had she purposefully insulted him to hurt him.  She'd run, she'd tease, she'd put herself in danger, she'd even insult him as a joke but never like this.

When she was finally done talking, her lips wrapped around the lip of the bottle once again.  The liquor pouring straight down her throat.  Her eyes were fixed on her bodyguard as if challenging him to try to take the bottle away.  They both knew it would be useless.  She had a whole suitcase full of bottles and if he took this one away, she'd just open another.

[Gannameade]

Name: Chris Nelson
Date | Time: June 6th || 6:40pm
Wearing:  Mask,Gold Suit, Undermask
Location: Ren & Chris's Dushura Royal Suite
Tagging: Alexandrena Kensington

Chris was totally lost to what she was doing or saying.  He was not aware of what the dude had or had not done.  He was sure it was something he was going to have to talk to him about.  If he didn’t get the answers he was looking for from Ren.  He had left her for a while, why wasn’t she happier she had accomplished her ditching Chris for the day quota. 

He could sense if not tell, something else was wrong with her.  ‘Boys will be boys?!?’ “Hunh?  What does that mean?  Put the bottle down already.  You have had enough anyway.  You going to tell me what got you like this already??”

“I am here to watch over you, you ran from the party it seems…Wha?!?  You are…you are mad about…Wait you are up here trying to get your drink on to a high level cause you saw me with another woman?  Really?!?  Are you serious?”  Chris was clearly doing his best not to be pissed at the moment.  “As many guys as you bounce around and flirt with and you are mad with me?”  Then it hit him. “why are you mad?!?  I mean really…every single guy I have had to pull away from you because you got carried away and now…now you want to get pissed off for real Ren?!?”  The gears were truly turning now and he frowned in disbelief, there was nothing in him that wanted to believe that she was truly interested in him.  He wanted it…he had for a while but nothing seemed to click with her that it was true.  She seemed to do the opposite of show real interest.

He pulled the bottle away from her finally in frustration.  “Why are you doing this Ren seriously? I mean I could understand if you really liked me.  I mean really.  If you could have only once said, Chris, I really like you, do you think we…or would you like to see if we can make it together?  Anything.  I would have told you Yeah.  I would love that.  I have wanted to be with you for a long time.  But this game here.  I am NOT playing.  You can be pissed if you want!  But I won’t be your second damned option!  You either want to be with me or you don’t.  Don’t get all pissy with me if my eyes wander if you are not willing to step up and give me a damned chance!”  He said as he held the bottle in front of himself.

[Dragongoddess]

Name: Alexandrena Kensington
Date | Time: June 6th || 6:30pm
Wearing: Starry Night dress,diamond necklace, diamond earrings, diamond bracelet, formal updo, and masquerade mask
Location: Ren & Chris's Dushura Royal Suite
Tagging: Chris, Open
Ren had simply shook her head when she was first told to put the bottle down.  Instead, she clung to it hard, her knuckles turning white with the pressure.  Even if she did decide she didn't want to drink anymore, she felt a safety net in the way she could wrap her lips around it to keep from having to speak.  It would allow her a release from answering the scolding or questions he might ask.  It would keep her mouth busy enough to keep from saying something stupid.  Well, the last part wasn't true.  Ren's mouth had a tendency of saying things she would come to regret later or that would make Chris step in.  Right now, it was fighting with him.  There was no one to step in if her mouth got out of line.

Ren didn't interrupt him.  Boy, did she want to!  Instead, she kept herself buried in the liquor that was meant to drown out the pain.  She sucked down the burning liquids, her free arm crossed over her chest.  She didn't come up until the bottle was pulled so easily away from her, a quiet pop as it was pulled out of her mouth.  As well as she knew how to push Chris's buttons, he knew hers too.

"Give that back!"  She screamed, interrupting whatever lies he was telling her to calm her down.  Her hand grasped back onto the bottle, trying to pull it back.  Maybe she'd had a chance if he wasn't holding on so tight but he was determined not to let her have any more.  His arm didn't move and instead, she pulled herself closer to her bodyguard.  The only thing between them now was the bottle.  The one, Ren still refused to let go of.  She could have grabbed the one she'd set on the table when he came in or retreated to her stash in her bedroom.  Instead, she was focused on the one in his hand.

"Come on!  Just give it back."  She whined.  "Give it back and go find your little siren!"  She wanted to tell him that maybe if he got back fast enough, she wouldn't have moved on as quickly as she did with the guy before him.  Instead, she said something that all but confirmed what he was coming to believe after so many years.

"Or at least quit lying to me.  I'm not stupid.  I know you don't actually like me.  You see me as your job, your best friend's little sister.  Hell, if that's not enough, you think I'm just some floozy or a child you have to babysit all the time."  She didn't move away from him.  She should have.  She knew he'd finally found a woman he actually liked.  She was sure if they were here and he didn't have his job, he'd be down there now, probably luring that stranger into his bed.  Ren was just in the way.

[Gannameade]

 

Name: Chris Nelson
Date | Time: June 6th || 6:50pm
Wearing:  Mask,Gold Suit, Undermask
Location: Ren & Chris's Dushura Royal Suite
Tagging: Alexandrena Kensington

 

Chris wanted to be angry with her, he needed to be angry with her.  There was something about Becky that gave him an amount of freedom and carerfreeness that he not only needed but wanted.  Though even when he was with her…he thought about Ren and that wasn’t fair to Becky.  He moved to pull the bottle from Ren’s hand…she didn’t let it go.  He sometimes liked when Ren drank.  It gave him some true insight into her when she talked.  She talked a lot when she was drunk but her truth came out.  Alcohol was her truth serum, she didn’t lie to him when she had enough in her, truth be told it didn’t take much and but even when she drank like a fish.  It was only he that received the truth…her truth.  Everyone else received the surface truth and sometimes it ended up with him feeding someone carpet or floor, but for him right now it was something else he wanted.

So they were playing ‘Operation’ it seems, she was removing things from his body and apparently he was trying to remove things from her, but both of them were buzzing the other out.  But neither seemed to be going for the one piece they both needed to deal with.
He watched as her arm crossed over her ample chest and he pulled her close practically into his arms.  “That is not the way this works and you know it!”  The more she pulled it, the more it pulled her closer to him and he wanted to laugh but he was far too hurt and angry with his new found revelation to laugh.  Especially if he was right, he would be even more angry to know the truth.  But she was determined to hold on it seems.

She was jealous but she had yet to say why she didn’t counter him.  She was quick to tell him the truth and to put him in his place or try, but the whining was something that made him frown in bewilderment.  He just found it hard to believe, but if she was going to go there…then he would too.  He moved to hold on to the bottle, he knew that was her focus right now so she wouldn’t notice his other hand upon her till it was too late.  With a hand full of her hair she was pulled up to his eye level while her back was quickly pressed to the door nearly slammed there as his gruff motions had her own lush body pinned between him and the well made hard wooden door.

“Do YOU love me REN?!?  Answer the damned question?”  He was pressing against her, feeling her body against his own, only the bottle being between them kept her from feeling all of his body against hers, not just the fact that their chests were pressed against one another. If the bottle were not between them she would feel the want of her from him…angry want, but want nonetheless. 

“Quit tryin to talk circles around me.  You know I have never lied to you, nor do I think you are stupid.  Yes I actually like you.  You stopped being totally my job a while ago.  But if you want to flirt with everyone around me and think I won’t look that is not going to work.”  He looked into her skyblue pools that he had been in love with for so long already.  He sometimes thought he would tell her, but he liked his job and the pay associated with it.  Some days it was easy, other days he would rather walk through hell.  But he loved her enough to walk through hell with her than without her.  Truth was if he told her and she didn’t feel the same he would lose everything, she on the other hand…had nothing to lose and if she didn’t love him, he would be just another bodyguard that would be out of her life.

“So are you going to talk to me?  Don’t focus on the damned party right now Ren…talk to ME!  Tell me the damned truth!”  His lips were a but grazing her own even now the bottle wasn’t just between them but linked between their joined fingers.  Yet now he moved it off to the side and no longer between them, her body would be his for the taking if he wanted…this to be his last night with her.

[Dragongoddess]

Name: Alexandrena Kensington
Date | Time: June 6th || 7:00pm
Wearing: Starry Night dress,diamond necklace, diamond earrings, diamond bracelet, formal updo, and masquerade mask
Location: Ren & Chris's Dushura Royal Suite
Tagging: Chris, Open
Extra:

Name of the Game

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OQz1lN0h270

Ren's focus was stuck on the bottle he was keeping from her and dodging his questions.  She knew how she felt.  It was the same way she'd felt for about ten years.  Of course then it was just summed up to a child's crush on her brother's best friend but it had lasted too long.  She'd teased, she'd taunted, she'd pretended she accidentally got caught naked and alone, she'd all but said it out loud.  She could have sworn he'd had to know exactly how she felt.  There were many times she'd tried to get him into fights just to feel her heart melt as it had when he'd 'accidentally' broken the nose of the man who'd made her find love as a weakness.  Of course since then, Chris had stepped in and made her heart thaw again.

As she made another attempt to pull the bottle away, her updo was grabbed as though she'd given him the perfect handle to grab her by.  She wanted to scream out as he pulled her hair but everything moved too fast.  Before she could do anything, her body was slammed up against the door and everything she'd been feeling was slammed out of her with it.  Now, she was scared, she was excited, she felt her heart racing not sure which she should feel more.  Had he been anyone else, she would have been crying out for Chris.  She would have known she'd pushed too far and needed her bodyguard to step in before he tried anything more.

His face was too close for her to look much place else.  She'd only ever dreamed of having him so close, having him pressed against her like this.  Now that it was actually happening, she used her free hand to pull the mask off her face.  If this was never going to happen again, she wanted to see it without the concealment of the mask.  He was handsome and sexy when he was angry.  Was that why she always tried to piss the man off?

This time when he spoke, she actually listened, not that he was giving her much of a choice.  The word 'love made her bite her bottom lip nervously, her eyes lowering so she wasn't looking directly into his.  Then he told her he liked her and her eyes shot right back up, locking onto his gaze.  God, did she love those chocolate eyes.  Even filled with his anger, they showed a softness she'd not noticed so much until now.  He was telling her the truth.

He wanted her to explain herself.  No, he demanded it.  "You ever think I flirt with every other guy because you act so indifferent when I try to flirt with you?  Ever considered that I make your life so difficult because it's the only way to get your attention?  Did you ever think there was a reason I always let you step in when things started getting too real?  Cried out for you when another man was getting this close?"  She pointed out that he was pressed so close to her and she wasn't even trying to push him off.  "Or did you think I was managing to fuck those guy right in front of your face with my clothes on?"  Her voice had started low at first before her volume raised until she was talking normally, her natural attempts at putting him in his place clearly evident.

"I can't believe it took you practically banging that black bimbo on the dance floor for you to give a damn about me."  Back to the accusations and insulting other people, she turned her head away, leaning her face against the warm wood of the door.  Ren would never have thought herself to be jealous until now.  Chris had never shown interest in any women before.  The only guy who the blonde had ever had affections for before Chris had cheated on her and while it hurt, she'd never been this angry.  She'd never been jealous about the situation.  Now, she knew she was jealous...over Chris.

[Steffy]

Steffy Danielle Dubois, Adventurer
Date | Time: after drinks
Wearing: nearly nothing, bathing
Location: Steffy’s Suite
Tagging: N/A

I’m pleased with what’s gone on so far.  The drinks and snacks, five star.  But making two friends and partners, well, momentum.  I look around my room and everything is so fresh. I prepare for a bath of sorts.  Something relaxing.  What to wear to this mixer?  I’ll think slightly about that, but really just enjoy the moment.  I slip into the water, notice the flowers, close my eyes and relax.

[Gannameade]

Name: Chris Nelson
Date | Time: June 6th || 6:50pm
Wearing:  Mask,Gold Suit, Undermask
Location: Ren & Chris's Dushura Royal Suite
Tagging: Alexandrena Kensington

   
Chris wanted to love her, he did in the worst way.  He just figured being around her was enough.  Till he was face to face with Becky and realized…it wasn’t!  She was quite the tease, but he didn’t think she wanted him to come in when she was naked before.  He excused himself, taking a bit too long of a glance as she took a bit too long to cover up.  But he was a soldier, not a mind reader. 

Now he was face to face with her, not wanting answers but demanding them.  But now as he was face to face with her, there was a part of him that new the answers, though now what would he do with that knowledge.  He didn’t let her hair wrap go, he held her there by it realizing it was all hers, he knew he could let her go and if he was thinking she was the way he thought…she might be more pissed that he let her go.  He was gazing into her cerulean orbs and licked his lips, thereby licking her own.

He watched her pull her mask off, his own hands were full but he was only in an eye mask now.  She knew how to push his buttons he hated that but wasn’t that what his parents had, that drove them from one another.  And her parents had which drove them towards one another.

“No damnit…not this time.  Look at me!”  He thought her lips were so sexy, when she bit them it made them more pronounced.  He could see she was facing him again and it seems she still found herself fighting against just telling him.

“I have never acted indifferently, I have been by your side all this time.  Watching over you protecting you, desiring to be with you while you threw and flaunted yourself to practically every guy that gives you attention.  You make my lift difficult cause you have, you want my attention you only had to say so!  You have never once not had my attention Ren.  You were doing the WRONG THINGS Ren!  I am here! I have been HERE!  I have wanted to be with you since forever!  I don’t do those mixed signals.  I do in… all in.  I am not going to want you to flirt with someone else, tease someone else.  I don’t want someone else if I am with you!”

“I can’t believe you are pissed when I find someone else I am interested in when YOU wanted me and I have been here with you the entire time?!?”  Chris never thought of Becky as a bimbo and still didn’t but apparently, he was going to thank her for this.  He was not done being pissed at Ren.  Even when she turned her head to not face him.   He was boiling as even now she was doing everything not to engage.  ‘Fine!’  He held her hair and turned her to face him, claiming her lips just as easily.  He kissed her with a hungry aggression, bordering on anger.  It was hot, he was yearning as he poured his desire for her into the kiss.  All of the years of aching want was down to this.  He moved his tongue, to seek hers.  He pulled her into him by her hair. He pulled the bottle from her hand and dropped it on to his foot, helping it slide to the floor, he knew how he had done it before.  Right now he was feeling her body close to him and she was suddenly wearing too many clothes, for once.

[Loiosh]

Name: Ryo Kang-Dae
Date | Time: 7 June 2020 | Morning
Wearing: When dressed, as pictured
Location: Ryo's Room
Tagging: Closed

The steaming hot water of the nozzle kneaded Ryo’s scalp as he leaned forward, both hands against the wall.  He stared down at the floor of the shower, watching the swirls of water disappearing down the drain.  He felt oddly guilty at how good it felt to wash the sand and dust of the journey away. 

He turned off the water, grabbed a towel and stepped out of the shower.  A moment’s vigorous kneading had his hair dry.  He paused to regard the man looking back at him from the mirror.  His expression was troubled.

He hadn’t cried and he wasn’t sure what that meant.  The shower was always where it hit him, for some reason.  Alone in the small enclosed space with no need to put on a brave face for the public he would open up the locked box of his grief and wallow in it.  Sometimes he cried long enough that the icy prickling of the hot water running out would snap him out of it and send him trembling back out into the world.  Today though, he hadn’t.  He had waited for it and it hadn’t come.

It was still there, the hurt and sadness.  He could feel it floating just below the surface like a familiar reef of bright jagged coral.  Beautiful in a way but sharp and dangerous to the touch.

Maybe he was finally coming to terms with it, but Ryo doubted it.  He certainly hadn’t felt any big epiphany or realization.  It felt more like distance.  Like storm clouds on the horizon.   Maybe it was the long thirsty journey into the desert that had separated him both physically and emotionally from the turbulent churning of his past.

Ryo finished drying himself and pulled on a blue denim shirt over a white tee.  He wasn’t sure if he was in denial or not but for the first time in a long time the oppressive weight of Greg’s death wasn’t hanging over his every thought and action.  He found himself wanting to be around people, to laugh, to have fun.

He pulled on his slacks and checked the clock.  9:30.  Time to head on down to breakfast and see what the day had in store.

[lustfulintentions]

Name: Shawn Collins
Date | Time: June 7th, 2020 - Late Morning
Wearing: Pictured, sans guitar
Location: Guest Room
Tagging: None/Open.

Shawn lay on the bed for about 30 minutes before deciding to get his act together and put his things away. That lasted long enough to get one of three bags, the smallest one, no less, emptied. Jet-lagged and dehydrated, he’d been avoiding it since he checked in an hour or more beforehand. The flight from California to this far-flung location, coupled with the trek across the desert by camel, had run him pretty well aground. He’d already put back one full bottle of water and was halfway through a second while laying on the bed, enjoying the relative quiet of his air-conditioned suite.

He was lucky and grateful for the extra space. After a tough last two years in Pleasant Beach, where he struggled to produce another journal article, let alone a manuscript, Shawn and his publishers had come to an agreement. Shawn would take an advance, use it to travel to some far-flung place with similarly cavalier attitudes about sex and sexuality and integrate himself and observe the goings on. The hope was that the change of scenery would finally lead Shawn to produce a worthy follow up to his graduate and doctoral work in Pleasant Beach.

The clock was ticking though, even as he flopped back on the bed. He had six weeks to show the powers-that-be something, anything, that indicated real progress. Do that, they told him, and they’d eat the cost for another six months of work. They were initially skeptical when he pitched them on a desert resort, but he made the point to them that Caravanserai as well-removed as any place could be, and with its seemingly clear catering to singles, was the perfect choice.

And that is how Shawn found himself in the middle of the godforsaken desert.

He sat up on the bed, set his water to the side, and picked up the small packet that he’d been given at the front desk, figuring he might as well get the lay of the land for the next few days. As he flipped through the papers, he made mental notes of what he found-the map of the resort, phone numbers for room service and other necessities, and a welcome letter from the general manager.

Then, he saw the little flier-tucked in with a bent corner, as though tucked in as an afterthought. It promised a fun evening of meeting other guests for a night of drinks and conversation. While that sounded nice, what Shawn first took from the paper was a chance to observe some other guests, maybe the staff, and learn a few things about just what sorts of folks came to a place like Caravanserai, besides struggling academics.

Reaching for his cell phone, Shawn followed the instructions on the bottom of the flier and sent his name, room number, and preferences. Then, feeling a bit energized, he went back to unpacking the rest of his things.

[Honeycrisp]

Name: Pelin Anwar
Date | Time: June 11 | After 5 PM
Wearing: Black housekeeping dress w/white accents.  White scarf worn over her hair.
Location: Femal Guest's Suite [Open]
Tagging: None | Open

In any other hotel housekeeping worked a set schedule of when to clean and prep rooms for guests.  Caravanserai had a much more practical if difficult to maintain philosophy.  They worked around the guest's schedules instead of imposing their own upon the people they catered to.  There were several ways to signal you wanted your room cleaned and linens freshened up and the maids were encouraged to pay close attention to their guests, to check with the desk and other services to see if they were going to be out of their room for an hour or more.  If a guest didn't have to ask and came back to a fresh room without asking for it then it was exactly the sort of thing Carvanserai wanted to provide. 

After the meeting in the conference room Pelin had been scheduled to be off but she asked for and picked up another half shift working the rooms.  It was very easy work, indoors and with nothing heavier than a handful of linen to move around.  Pelin was amazed at how much some of her fellow maids complained about their jobs.  The hotel took excellent care of the girls, provided room and board and paid them what to Pelin was an astonishing wage.  And she could work extra hours and earn something called overtime which was as if for every hour she spent working they paid her for another half of it just because it was 'extra'.  Absurd!  But it was an absurdity she embraced.  Pelin's little book that showed how much money she'd made kept accumulating entries. 

And - and it let her indulge a secret vice.  It didn't hurt anyone, it wasn't stealing or drinking or anything like that.  It was just that sometimes when she was cleaning a female guest's room and they happened to leave last night's dress out...  Well, every girl liked to daydream and feel prettier than the plain little thing she was.  She'd never worn clothes like the guests, had rarely even seen them, but once she'd been exposed to them Pelin was a hopeless addict.  And it wasn't as if it hurt anyone.  She was expected to pick the dresses up and either take them to be cleaned or hang them back up.  Sometimes it just happened that she -

The dress was black, scandalously short but with a flared skirt that made it look endearing and cute rather than slutty.  The sheer fabric on the back of it would let a girl's skin show through and was adorned with elaborate embroidery; a bird of paradise and some flowers that seemed to spring out of the wearer's back.  Pelin held it up to her neck with one hand, the other smoothing the wrinkles out of the skirt.  Posing in front of the mirror she tried to imagine dressing like one of these women who lived such lives.  A woman who was beautiful enough that the dress accented her features rather than made up for them.  A woman who -

She frowned and sat on the edge of the still to be made bed, dress in her hands and lap.  A woman whose back wasn't scarred and ugly and who was brave enough to let it show through the almost not there gauzy fabric.  A woman who most assuredly wasn't Pelin.

It was such a pretty dress.  Her work rough hands stroked it as if it were a child's skin before she sat foolishness aside and stood up.  Time to get back to work and finish the suite.

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing:Navy blue pj set (tank top and shorts) with colorful stars and moons, barefoot
Location: In the hallway outside Becky's suite
Tagging:Becky, Closed

It was a spur of the moment idea that she had been thinking about allll day. Her new life here at Cara, however long it lasted, was a fantastic whirlwind but she was ready for some downtime. And as much as Becky had been apart of all those highs, there was something about her new friend that said she would certainly be up for a whole lot of nothing. Well, a whole lot of nothing with snacks and drinks in tow.

So that started Breezy off on a scavenger hunt of sorts to get things ready. She probably should call her friend first to make sure she was even in her room. Buuut, well, if she wasn't - she would just nama-stay and enjoy the treats by herself. She felt carefree - a total change from her life before - and headed to Bits and Bobs to get a few things.

Maybe an hour later she arrived at Breezy's door - barefoot in her favorite cotton pajamas. They were soft, comfy, loose enough for sleeping, and short enough to stand the heat of the desert oasis. The dark blue tank top with a myriad of colorful stars and moons made her think of their time on the roof gazing at the glittering lights above. She should definitely drag Becky up there again.

Later. Rolling her shoulders to nudge a strap of a matching blue bikini that she wore beneath, just in case, Breezy held a bottle of sweet, bubbly wine in one hand and a bag of buttery popcorn in the other.

Breezy looked down at her hands and then back up to the door. Her toes curled in the carpet that lined the hotel hallway. "Well, crap" She giggled to herself and then shrugged. Balancing on one foot, she rapped on the door softly with her daintily painted big toe.

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing: Lazy Couture
Location: Becky-Ville
Tagging: Breezy (Peripherie), Closed



Becky rolled over in bed, her face now smooshed into the pillow from a slightly different angle. She'd had a lot of fun last night, and wasn't really paying that much of a price this morning more than she just didn't want to get out of bed.

Thankfully, this room was so high tech she barely had to. With a press of a button on the tablet that lay next to her bed the coffee was bubbling and a movie was playing. She didn't remember ordering this movie. She leaned up on her elbows and squinted at it. It was in Korean, she noticed first. The main character appeared to be some sort of dinosaur robot. "What the hell..." she muttered, rubbing her temples. "What did I think this was?" She glanced back at her tablet and pulled up the menu of other movies. Oh. Wow. Every option was better.

"Hmmm." She pondered, then suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Uh oh." Who had she invited over for breakfast. Dammit. Did Drunk Becky somehow manage to not drag a guy home but get him to show up the next morning? "Dammit Drunk Becky I told you..." she tapped the security on the tablet and the camera showed her who was outside. Her mood brightened instantly. "Breezy!" She said happily.

"One sec!" She called out, then pushed a button on the laptop. "Okay it's open." She heard a thumping noise on the decidedly still locked door. "Oh fuck." She tried again and this time the door clicked and opened a bit. "Okay now it is." She said sheepishly.

She was sitting up in bed now, the hotel tablet on the sheets in front of her. She should get out of bed for this. Really, she should. Buuuuuut she was feeling super lazy. And she wasn't wearing pants. Not that she hadn't been around Breezy in less, she just used it as an excuse.

"Breezy girl!" She waved happily from her bed, beckoning her over. She lifted up the covers and beckoned her to come over and join her in the bed.

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing:Navy blue pj set (tank top and shorts) with colorful stars and moons, barefoot
Location: In Becky's suite
Tagging:Becky (RedPhoenix), Closed

At first, Breezy wasn't sure if her knock had been heard. Standing there like a snack-laden karate kid with one knee pulled up in the air, she felt silly. Well, even more silly. Her foot flexed in preparation for another knock, but then she started to hear noises and movement behind the door. Not like someone coming to greet her- more like automated clinks and clunks. In seconds, the door unlatched and hissed as it popped open just an inch or so.

"Okay now it is."

She had the right room, right? Breezy heard a voice that sounded like Becky, but she was still a little... nervous that her impromptu visit wouldn't be well received. Slowly a large spray of red hair followed by one of those hazel eyes breached the door frame.

"Becky?" There she was! Clearly, the night before had been a good one for her friend as she was still in bed. It was tempting to join her. But that would be overly forw- nevermind, Becky just lifted the covers for her join in. Alright!

Breezy hit the door closed with one starry hip and then bounded over to the bed. She practically went airborne before hopping under the covers next to her friend.

"Hi." She grinned and blushed, suddenly feeling very nervous. "Oh, um! I brought snacks!" She leaned across the bedheaded beauty and set the wine and popcorn on the nightstand. Man, what smells so good? She sat up slowly, eying Becky. She was going to have to try and learn some of the gal's bodacious secrets cause... wow.

She opened her mouth to say something embarrassing or flirty, to match the blush creeping across the bridge of her nose but then - "What was that?"

She didn't think she has made that weird growl noise, had she? Becky turned and eyed the television suspiciously. "Is that...  a dino-bot?" Seemed to be based on the subtitles. Breezy giggled and collapsed against the bed next to her newest bbf. "Nerd." She tried to say it with a straight face but was soon back to snickering with a little bit of cuddling thrown in.

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing: Lazy Couture
Location: Becky-Ville
Tagging: Breezy (Peripherie), Closed



Watching Breezy bound across the carpet with her snacks and her wine was so joyful it brought an even bigger, even goofier smile to Becky's face. The girl was just a ball of happy when she was in the right mood, and Becky was more than glad to welcome to this one into her snugglechamber.

"That's my kind of snack." Becky said, eyeing the wine bottle with a grin as she dropped the comfy covers on Breezy as she slid in under them. She pulled herself up to be sitting against the headboard and wrapped an arm around her friend's shoulder, planting a playful kiss on her cheek before pulling her in close and resting her head against the smaller woman's in a friendly, close, manner. "Welcome to my room." She said with a grin.

She lay there for just a moment in comfortable silence, holding her friend close without really moving or talking, just basking in the happy. Then she started to get the feeling she should say something so she did.

"So uh, have you played with this?" She held up the tablet. "Apparently I did last night." She winced at the movie. "Anyway it starts your coffee for you from bed? Should be ready soon." She said. "And uh, it can probably order breakfast if you want." She was used to cooking for her guests so felt a little insecure about just ordering. But it wasn't like she had the stuff around to whip up a fantastic meal for her new friend anyway.

She laughed at Breezy's taunt. "Oh my god shut up!" She laughed, "I said I played with it not that I figured it out right!" She laughed. "Here." She handed Breezy the tablet. "You find something better." She used the fact that both her hands were free now to use both to snuggle, shifting so that she was lying on her side facing Breezy, one hand up near her shoulders, the other across her stomach. "But you know, I don't even speak this language!" She gestured at the Korean actors on the TV. "For all I know this is like, Shakespeare or something." She giggled into Breezy's shoulder.

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing:Navy blue pj set (tank top and shorts) with colorful stars and moons, barefoot
Location: In Becky's suite
Tagging:Becky (RedPhoenix), Closed

She could only grin at her insulted friend. It was fun to tease her and get her flustered. A stray thought of just how worked up Becky had gotten in the spa shower made Breezy's cheeks flush to the color of her hair for a moment before she was able to come back to the present.

"Oh, oh, so it will be my fault if I pick something worse then watching Korean classical robo-drama?" She snuggled deep under the covers and grabbed the tablet, staring at it like it was some foreign kind of contraption. Her feet found her way deep under the sheets, twining around Becky's own. "Why don't you work on that then while I figure this out!" She playfully tilted her head towards the bottle of sweet wine as she tapped away.

Breezy made a show of concentrating hard as swiped and scrolled. Her brows knitted, her knees pulled up, she bit at the corner of her bottom lip, and all kinds of little noises came from her as she acted like she was deciphering some grand puzzle!

"There we go!" She set the tablet down on the bed in triumph and smiled at her friend. The silly thing is that the show didn't seem that much different. Except now it seemed to be a romcom starring dinosaur robots. "I found a whole series of movies from this same director. "Look, they're in looooove!" She giggled and shifted a glance to see Becky's reaction.

"I mean, at least it was the same kind of bad, eh? Not worse." Even as the words came out of her mouth, those hazel eyes lit up at an idea. "We can throw popcorn at the screen, make up our own dialogue, and totally critique it MST3K style!" Now, who was the nerd?