Caravanserai [Reception Area]

[Flower]

Name: Reese Leavenworth
Date | Time: June 7th 2020 | Morning
Wearing: This
Location: Front Desk
Tagging:  Landon

The rich aroma of coffee wafted underneath Reese’s nose right before she took a small sip from her mug. Its warmth against the palm of her hand was a source of comfort, reminding her of all the other times she enjoyed a cup to push any lingering tiredness away. All these years, she fixed it the same. Two creams and a pinch of sugar. Not black but close enough.

The morning felt busier than usual. Well, busier than the last time she volunteered, helped out, or was “encouraged” into working at the front desk. If she was not answering questions over the phone, guests were kind enough to grace her with their presence in person. All in all, it was not a bad experience. Reese was not shy, by any means, so chatting came naturally to her. Perhaps too much so since sometimes she lingered in a conversation rather than rushed to conclude it. The only sour points was dealing with certain rotten apples who made her question her decisions in life.

Reese did her best to enter each conversation with a fresh perspective rather than carry unpleasantness upon her back and into each new encounter. Doing so would be unpleasant not only for any of the hotel’s guests but her as well. With that in mind, she set her coffee mug back out of sight and greeted her newest arrival with a gentle wave of her fingers. It did surprise her when he pushed something other than a credit card and passport in her direction.

“Hmm.” The noise escaped her mouth as she retrieved the voucher from the counter and read it over. Reese chewed at the inside of her cheek before she remembered such being mentioned in her training. “Oh!” She set it down and then dipped out of sight, coming back up with a leis. The leis was cheerful enough, composed entirely of flowers and other vegetation which few upon Caravanserai’s property. “Congratulations…” A pause interrupted her speech as she peered at his ID. “Mr. Myers! This must be so exciting for you.”

[pantalaimon]

Name: Landon Myers
Date | Time: June 7th 2020 | Morning
Wearing: A pair of khaki pants, and a maroon polo shirt.
Location: Front Desk
Tagging:  Benjamin, Reese

With raised eyebrows and a small step back at the production of the flowers "Ye..yes thank you".  With a pause he asks trying to be polite  "This is a desert why would you pull so much vegetation for just a welcoming gift.  Surely the surrounding area needs what little is available." Taking a breath he quickly adds "Not that I don't appreciate the effort".  He steps back up to the counter making a closer inspection of the gift thinking this is neat and yet so wasteful if this is the welcome gift what are the rooms like?

[Flower]

Name: Reese Leavenworth
Date | Time: June 7th 2020 | Morning
Wearing: This
Location: Front Desk
Tagging:  Landon

It did surprise Reese that Mr. Meyers reacted with such hostility at the offering of a leis. Rather than become annoyed with him, in turn, she took a deep breath and did her best to understand his perspective.

“Mr. Myers,” she uttered his name with confidence rather than caution. To right this ship, it required a steady hand. “Thank you for your concern for the environment. I assure you, no harm was done in producing this token of welcome for you. The owners, like you, share a love for the desert. Its needs come first. The collection of this greenery comes from a revived garden. It is producing well enough that we were granted permission by our on-site botanist to create a small batch of these for winners of the contest.”

At that, Reese picked up his ID and started typing his name into the system. She then remembered an important peace offering for those who had traveled through the desert to reach them.

“I’m not sure if you like these or not but here are some pretzels.” Reese stopped typing long enough to present him with the small, snack sized bag. “I promise, there’s better offerings at our restaurant, Mirage, but I know some people arrive hungry. Did you have a good journey here?”

[Voxy Vae]

Name: Merit Santos
Date | Time: June 7th 2020 | Morning
Wearing: Shown.
Location: Front Desk
Tagging: Front Desk, Benjamin, Mentions Reese and Landon, Open




If there was a defining flaw in Merit’s personality it was that she was an insatiable flirt.  It was a trait true to her stormy, mercurial nature and over the years it had gotten her into all sorts of wonderful trouble.  There were times, like now, that she did her best to keep that aspect of her personality in check.  And then, like now, she utterly failed. 

Ben teased and moved closer.  Merit’s lips twisted into something that was equal parts smirk and smile.  Playful and warm as she nodded. “Oh that’s the least dangerous thing about me Mister Taylor.” Her quirky smile transitioned into full on grin as she took his hand and laughed in good humor as she answered.  “Yes its miss.  But just call me Merit.”

She didn’t hurry the handshake and made a point to let Benjamin take the lead in it.  Merit was confident and out right aggressive on several fronts but she was a little self conscious of her hands and to a lesser degree the lean muscular tone of her body.  Both of which had been shaped by the demanding physical nature of her work.  She didn’t have “man hands” exactly.  They were relatively soft considering, with long slender fingers and short-ish French manicured nails.  But they also held an underlying strength that had always made her feel less feminine.  Something she embraced when engaging with most women but subconsciously worried about when interacting with men she found attractive.

She succeeded in down shifting the flirting and even managed to keep her eyes firmly set on Ben's as another piece of her kryptonite, this time in the form of Reese, moved gracefully by them to the desk.  “It’s good to meet you Benjamin.” When the handshake ended she retrieved her sea-bag and duffel, shouldering both and moving just a little out of the way.  “Have you been here long?” Merit asked curiously.  And then just as curiously glanced at the exchange between Reese and Landon, admiring the former for a split second before refocusing on Ben.

[Eros]

Name: Benjamin Taylor
Date | Time: June 7th 2020 | Morning
Wearing:

Outfit

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Location: Front Desk
Tagging:  Front Desk, Landon, Merit, Open


Benjamin was no stranger to the subtle art of flirting or in Miss Santos’s case the not so subtle art of flirting, the corners of his lips twitching in amusement as the young woman placed her hand against his own extended palm. Ben loosely wrapped his fingers around Merit’s hand, which was as expected smaller than his own, keeping the grip loose as he shook hands with the young woman. Benjamin did not drag out the friendly gesture but did not rush himself either, taking note of the slender fingers and manicured but short nails. He wondered if it was a personal preference or due to necessity.

“If by long you mean enough time has passed for my coccyx not to ache then the answer is most definitely no.”

Benjamin's gaze followed Merit’s to the scene unfolding next to them at front desk and a knowing chuckle of amusement escapes at the flicker of interest on the young woman. Ben had to agree that the receptionist was most definitely easy on the eye.

“Sourcing food and a massage are the first items on my agenda. I am surprised you are not deaf from the rumbles emitting from my stomach.”

[Voxy Vae]

Name: Merit Santos
Date | Time: June 7th 2020 | Morning
Wearing: Shown.
Location: Front Desk
Tagging: Front Desk, Benjamin, Open

Merit laughed softly, her hand moving unconsciously to the small of her back when Ben eluded to the soreness he still felt from the ride in.  “Well it would be hard to hear your stomach growling over my own.  Either way its nice to see you have your priorities in line.”

She smiled and continued to speak in a good natured tone. “I myself have prioritized getting dolled up. I.” She drew out and emphasized the “I” before continuing with a little playfully manufactured attitude. “Already have half a dozen dates.” Merit grinned and presented the speed dating flyer she had been given upon signing up. “Which sadly is half a dozen more than I’ve had this last year. And look I get these probably shouldn’t count as real dates but I’m counting them.  No matter how bad they end up being.”  Merit didn’t actually expect they would turn out bad, or good, or provide anything other than a little socialization and entertainment. “You know what.  You should do it too.” She nodded with wide eyed mischief.

[Eros]

 

Name: Benjamin Taylor
Date | Time: June 7th 2020 | Morning
Wearing:

Outfit

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Location: Front Desk
Tagging:  Front Desk, Merit, Open


Benjamin's brow arched upwards, curiosity and confusion etched on his face as the bubbly young woman stood before him declared she a dozen or so dates to prepare for. Merit had not long arrived how was that even possible? The flyer extended towards him in slim fingers shed light on perplexing matter, soothing away both the confusion and the lines across his forehead but peaking his curiosity further.

“Speed dating…”

Ben angled his head to the side in order to see the flyer more clearly, gaze slowly drifting over the piece of paper as he read it. Since the breakup of his one and only ‘serious’ relationship over two years ago he'd only ventured on a dozen dates at best, if he could equal that tally within an evening perhaps it would give him some breathing room from well meaning family and friends who constantly quizzed him about his love life.

“This is not something I have ever considered but as I am here, why not. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.”

Benjamin made a mental of how he could sign up to the event and was not at all surprised that one could do so via an automated system. The entire world was online and it was great, it could be part of the solution to finding companionship, whether friendship or romance, but it was also part of the problem.   

Straightening his posture Benjamin smiled at Merit and winked at the young woman playfully.

“Best unpack and hope I've got something that is ‘dolled up’, worthy.”

[Gannameade]

Name: Apollo King
Date | Time: June 7th 2020 | Morning
Wearing: shown
Location: Bar off he Front Desk
Tagging: Open, Mentioning: Abby


Things seemed to be going great as they were conversating and giving their own tattoo display to seemingly break the ice.  Her phone went off and she moved to the lobby to go take that call.  It went from 10 minutes to 20 from there he was looking at his watch when it was 45 minutes in.  It didn't normally take him this long to get the hint, but apparently he was a bit too open with his body and information cause Abby was all but gone.  He ordered another drink as he sat there thinking of what to do with himself till the 'Speed dating' event began that he signed up for.  After all he was supposed to be having fun and discovering himself.  He did discover that he didn't like to be stood up.

[Voxy Vae]

Name: Merit Santos
Date | Time: June 7th 2020 | Morning
Wearing: Shown.
Location: Front Desk ------->Exiting to Her Room
Tagging: Front Desk, Benjamin,

Ben declared his intention to sign up for the speed dating and Merit smiled. “That’s the spirit and I have no doubt you have something dolled up worthy.  You know… but eat first.  Or your stomach will be the star of the show.” She looked at those ripped abs once more and shook her head in a self deprecating way.  To make things worse she doubled down on her blatant objectification of Ben’s super hot body and cringed a little more with each word she spoke. “I mean it sort of is the star of the show but it should be seen.  Not heard.”

By the time she was done talking Merit’s nose was scrunched.  It wasn’t her worst conversational faux pas an chances were it wouldn’t even be the worse one today. “I’m sure the rest of you is great too?”  She grinned and decided not to clarify if she meant the rest of his body or his personality which she had found quite warm and inviting. “

“See you around Mister Taylor.” Merit grinned and eased away, offering a half wave before turning and heading to her room.

[pantalaimon]

Name: Landon
Date | Time: June 7th 2020 | Morning
Wearing: A pair of khaki pants, and a maroon polo shirt.
Location: Front Desk
Tagging:  Reese

Stepping forward again he takes the pretzels sighing a bit with relief.  "That's good to hear, was worried for a minute there."  He takes a bite out of one and smiles a bit sheepishly.  "I'm sorry if I freaked out a bit I didn't want to ruin the place for others who come after me.  The final leg of the journey was a bit rough but there are worse ways to travel than via camel.  It seem's I'm arriving at a popular time."  Glancing at the clock he notices the morning has swept away while he was people watching and says "Sorry but if I'm to make that speed dating event you are throwing at the mentioned restaurant it appears I'll have to leave shortly any chance I can quickly check in and return later to fill out any extra paperwork?"

[Flower]

Name: Reese Leavenworth
Date | Time: June 7th 2020 | Morning
Wearing: This
Location: Front Desk
Tagging:  Landon

“It’s really fine, Sir,” Reese reassured, more than willing to put the tensed moment behind them. “It’s admirable that you care about the environment.”

His description of his journey sounded similar to other guests’ experiences. Most commented on the difficulties, how resources were scarce and at times they feared it would never end. And yet, people were also grateful for such a unique memory. The disconnect from their tribulations put them in the right mindset to enjoy the Caravanserai’s sanctuary. Only a few loathed the trip.

Reese was about to tell him as much but Landon spoke before her, inquiring about the Speed Dating event.

“Oh?” She made the noise in a questioning tone, a bit confused, before she glanced down at the calendar to check the date.” Oh, that’s not for another two days. If you’d like, I can sign up you right now. It doesn’t take long.”

[LimitlessNikkie]

Name: Zahra Silver
Date | Time: June 7th 2020, Afternoon.
Wearing: As Pictured
Location: Front Desk
Tagging:



It had been impulsive, this sudden vacation to the hottest place ever. There had been this article in some magazine she'd flipped through bored at the docs office. It was cold and rainy in Syndny and Zahra was pretty bored with touring through these small venues trying to break into a new market. She'd been itching for something. A change. A thrill. Something to get her out of her funk. It had been the pictured that had sealed her in. It had looked like a sun drenched paradise. The accommodations looked lavish and inviting and they had events making it welcoming to singles. It had sounded like a blast. Now with an ass sore from riding a disagreeable camel and her skin a delicate pink from too much sun, she was starting to wonder if she'd perhaps been a bit too impulsive. Perhaps the desert in summer had not been her brightest plan ever.

Walking into the building the cool caress of high powered air conditioning touched her skin and she sighed softly, a smile touching her lips, That's better. Of course the first think the waif like blond saw was the aquarium desk. Her gaze focused on it as she approached taking in the vibrant colors and textures. She didn't immediately see anyone as the desk so took a moment to crouch down and look at the aquatic garden. While in Australia one of the things Zahra did was of course go snorkeling on the reef. It had been so sad to see the devastation to something that had once been so beautiful. None of the examples of feer life had been anywhere near as healthy or vibrant as rhose displayed here.

She lingered for a moment before standing up and looking around for someone for directions. Sharp blue eyes fell on the files for some event. Picking it up she scanned the page an amused grin tugging at the corner of her lips. Speed dating. Never before in her life had she considered speed dating. To say it wasn't really her scene was being kind. But at the same time Zahra wasn't getting anywhere dating he kind of guys who traveled in her circles. She was tired of moody poets and frustrated musicians. Maybe this in fact would be a good way to meet some new people she might not otherwise. What the hell she though as she picked up the pen and signed her name to the sign in sheet.

[Flower]

Name: Reese Leavenworth
Date | Time: June 7th 2020 | Afternoon
Wearing: This
Location: Front Desk
Tagging:  Zahra Silver

Lunch was an uncomplicated affair for Reese. In fact, some might call it lackluster.

When she first arrived to Caravanserai, Reese went a bit crazy. It was a natural reaction, in her opinion, when surrounded by so many delicious and unique options for food. Mirage’s chefs were generous in their offerings; in exchange, they craved honest feedback to help refine their techniques.

As such, greed ruled the roost. Reese helped herself to second (sometimes third) plates and did not skip out on desert. Who could in the face of homemade delights fresh from the oven?!? Increasing numbers in her bank account was a welcome sight. On her bathroom scale...not so much. After that rude awakening, her dedication to healthy living returned with a vengeance. It was still a struggle to pick certain meals over others but the ever present fear of needing bigger clothes kept her in line.

Taking the last bite of her salad, Reese relished the final crunch of greens as she watched some news clips on her laptop. All of the nonsense happening in the world felt like it belonged to another planet. She headed out of the employee lunch room, setting down her dirty dish in the collection area, and then made a quick trip to the restroom. The strong taste of mint filled her mouth, from brushing her teeth, as she made her way back to the front desk. It was no surprise to her, as the day had been busy, that a young woman appeared to be waiting for service.

“Hello Ma’am,” she said in greeting, using the title despite the young woman appearing close or even younger than her. “Has someone helped you yet?”

[Peripherie]

Name: Olivia "Liv" Evans
Date | Time: June 11th, after checking in and putting her things in her room
Wearing: black sleeveless sundress with the hat
Location: Front Lobby
Tagging: open

Liv came out of the elevator with a skip in her step and her well-worn notebook tucked under her arm. She was here! This has been the culmination of a lot of planning and penny-saving. Her journal was full of notes, clippings, brochures, and lists of ideas. She hummed softly to herself, and she went to sit in the lobby on what to do first. She had gotten the okay from one of the ladies who owned the resort (She couldn't remember if it was Coral, Jade, or Ruby) to interview staff and guests (who agreed and gave a waiver), make detailed notes from around Caravanserai, and use all the amenities to add details to her story. It would all be positive but realistic of course. Her goal was to land a job as a jet-setting vacation writer who got paid to relax! And what better way than write a knock-out story about a beautiful place like this! She was stepping out on a limb - doing this without a contract or a buyer yet. But she hadn't been able to get her foot in the door. She was paying her way but promised to let the owners see what she wrote before she shopped it around - that was the deal.

She let her body slip into one of the comfy oversized lobby couches and drummed her pen on her bare knee as she thought about what to do first. Act like a tourist or a journalist? She would have to do both. Mingle first with the guests and get to know them before asking for an interview? Or be upfront with what she was doing and just start asking questions. It was a fun but nerve-wracking moment. She was here, and this was it! The start of where she wanted to be.

[LocusVonErich]

Name: Joseph Edwards
Date | Time: 11 June 2020, 11:00 AM or thereabouts
Wearing: Black jeans, white t-shirt
Location: Quos Residential Suite #5 -> Front Lobby
Tagging: Open


After an interesting day at the pool, Joseph would turn in early. He felt as if there hadn't been enough of Caravanserai he had experienced, both in amenities and in the bevy of beautiful women and classy men that resided within the resort's lavish walls.

After a mid-morning cigarette, he would go down to the front lobby. There was a strange woman with lavender hair off in a corner, but his mind was more on finding out about what else he could possibly do to find the sense of satisfaction and purpose that was supposed to come from being nouveau riche and experience more of Caravanserai than just his second home of The Mirage.

[Peripherie]

Name: Olivia "Liv" Evans
Date | Time: June 11th, after checking in and putting her things in her room
Wearing: black sleeveless sundress with the hat
Location: Front Lobby
Tagging: Joseph, Open
Liv was thumbing through her heavily dog-eared notebook and wondering where to start. She had notes, oh so many notes! She had read every review and book on the area to find something that hadn't yet been said. But often words could only get you so far and most accounts were second hand from locals. So here she was - at the place, she dreamed of for so many weeks and Liv was still just ... sitting in the lobby. Just beginning to chastise her first attempt at journalism, she saw a man walk into the lobby.

He was tall with a retro, 'James Dean' look about him - just the kind of character that Liv had dreamed might show up to such an iconic local such as this. The waft of smoke she detected made the scene and she was tempted to stay in her seat, fantasizing about a time long past. No! This was her dream and her job. Get up and say hi! The man was looking at the same rack of brochures and amenities that she had ransacked earlier but she stood, holding her book behind her back as she pretended to look again with fresh eyes. "I heard they might have camel tours here, do you know if that's true? Oh, sorry to interrupt. I'm Olivia." She held out a soft, manicured hand with nails the same color as her hair.

[LocusVonErich]

Name: Joseph Edwards
Date | Time: 11 June 2020, 11:00 AM or thereabouts
Wearing: Black jeans, white t-shirt
Location: Front Lobby
Tagging: Olivia, Open

"If they do, I'm not sure I'm ready to do that again. The camel ride here was bad enough." He chuckled sarcastically. "Then again, that's nothing compared to your car breaking down fifty miles away from civilization." Just recalling his journey made him yearn for a drink. He would absent-mindedly scroll through the brochures one more time. A spa, the Mirage, the Red Room...nothing he hadn't already heard about.

"Edwards. Joseph Edwards." He would introduce himself, reciprocating with callused fingers and a rough textured hand. "I take it you just got here?" He asked, definitely not recognizing her as one of the many guests he had seen and interacted with during his residence so far in Caravanserai.

[Peripherie]

Name: Olivia "Liv" Evans
Date | Time: June 11th, after checking in and putting her things in her room
Wearing: black sleeveless sundress with the hat
Location: Front Lobby
Tagging: Joseph, Open

Liv was trying to commit all of Joseph's comments to memory. Perhaps camel rides would only be good in the middle of a trip after visitors had time to forget their arrival. "Hmm, I hadn't thought of that. I came by bus and we seemed to make good time." But that was perhaps because she had been lost in thought and excitement about finally 'doing this' and making that last big step towards her professional dreams coming true. She was a bit of a Journalist geek in that way. "I'm sorry to hear it was rough for you." She smiled brightly and shook his hand, feeling the slight edge to the texture of his hands making her curious about what he did for home and hobby. "It's nice to meet you, Joseph, and yes, I just got here." She picked up a few other pamphlets and flipped them over in her hands. "So... if no camel rides, what you recommend I do?"

[LocusVonErich]

Name: Joseph Edwards
Date | Time: 11 June 2020, 11:00 AM or thereabouts
Wearing: Black jeans, white t-shirt
Location: Front Lobby
Tagging: Olivia,Open

"Well, I've taken up a second residence at The Mirage, personally. But, I imagine you're here for more than just daydrinking and pissing away a fortune." Joseph answered. "There's the pool, the spa...I'll admit, not a lot of this place has had my presence...nobody's fault but mine, I suppose." A self depreciative crack from him.

[Peripherie]

Name: Olivia "Liv" Evans
Date | Time: June 11th, after checking in and putting her things in her room
Wearing: black sleeveless sundress with the hat
Location: Front Lobby
Tagging: Joseph, Open

Joseph was living there? Liv's fingers itched against her notebook. That was interesting. "Oh! I didn't know they offered long-term facilities." Her eyes scanned the brochures for something about that but hadn't seen anything about permanent guest housing. Of course, this was just the kind of place to be an ex-pat's dream. It was far from everything and had everything. If she had unlimited funds and hadn't already been bitten by the travel bug, she could be tempted to just stay there forever as well.

"I can see the appeal of staying here. Would you mind telling me why you choose here and not somewhere else? If you don't mind me prying that is." She would probably need to tell this man who she was soon enough, but they were just chit-chatting. She tried to remain calm and collected as she waited for his answer, her eyes darting to some more information on the spa he had mentioned. That did catch her attention. She could use a mani/pedi or a nice massage. Ya know - to test the services for her story.

[Gannameade]

 

Name: Chris (Deandre) Nelson
Date | Time: June 11 , 2020 ||| Morning
Wearing: shown
Extra: On the hunt for candy
Location: Hallway, front area
Tagging:  Becky, open


Chris was actually out looking for someone in particular, he was trying to think of what to do or say as he didn't get a chance to spend alot of time with anyone and now.  Now things hadn't quite worked out the way that he had planned and now things were unraveling quickly and he needed to head back home as he was going back somewhere else and he had one more goodbye to make before he headed out if she even spoke to him at this point.  She probably thought he was a flake if nothing else.  If he caught up to her it was fine, if not...he more than understood things might not have been mean and he knew fate was a cruel mistress.  He was pretty sure that he still had to go and people had their own lives to live.

[LocusVonErich]

Name: Joseph Edwards
Date | Time: 11 June 2020, 11:00 AM or thereabouts
Wearing: Black jeans, white t-shirt
Location: Front Lobby
Tagging: Olivia,Open

Joseph would catch a glimpse of her notebook out of the corner of his eye. "What are you, some kind of reporter?" He would ask with a bit of snark. "If you're wanting a life story...well, mama always said it is rude to go on about yourself...but, I'll answer any questions you have...once we're somewhere I can put a drink in my hand. Meet me at The Mirage bar in an hour or so, and you'll get your scoop. I promise." With that, He would walk off, letting her get back to her own explorations.

[Flower]

Name: Nadim Date | Time: June 13 | Saturday | 8:30 am Wearing: See Picture Location: Main Lobby Tagging:		Name: Kadin Date | Time: June 13 | Saturday | 8:30 am Wearing: Click Location: Main Lobby Tagging:		Name: Bilal Date | Time: June 13 | Saturday | 8:30 am Wearing: Click Location: Main Lobby Tagging:

It was no surprise the main lobby of the hotel buzzed with life. People milled about the lounge area, beverage in hand, as they waited for someone to join them. Whether if it was someone they arrived with or someone they met during their stay remained unseen. Front attendants did their best to control the rising tide of traffic into their domain, answering questions to the best of their knowledge and pointing hopeful faces in the direction of their desire.

In addition to the daily masses, there was a sign post, situated at near the entrance, with the word ‘Village Tour’ inscribed upon it. Nearby it, three men stood together, one older than the other two. There were similarities though, in their appearance, which marked them as family. Their older man wore more traditional garb as did his sons though they appeared to put their own spin on tradition.

Prior to the day of, flyers were sent out, inviting guests to take part in Caravanserai’s first tour adventure. In addition to a compelling reason for people to leave their hotel for the day, the tour package included regulations pertaining to behavior expected outside the hotel. It reminded people to be respectful of native villagers and their customs. There was also a strong advisory for both men and women to wear clothes which concealed their forms. For women, they were advised to select clothes which garbed them from neck to ankle; for men, they should wear clothes which concealed shoulder to knee. Veils were not a requirement but scarves were advised. Knowing some people might be uncertain, Caravanserai offered assistance, either in the form of advise or pointing them to appropriate selections at Bits and Bobs. The shop had a assortment of unique djellaba, gandoras, and many others.

Though engrossed in conversation, the men kept aware of their surroundings, looking for the first of their flock.

[Lady Sakura]

Name: Nyasha Von Koli
Date | Time: June 13 | Saturday | 8:30am
Wearing: Baseball cap that says Icon, High neck Nike hoodie, dark blue jeans, and runners.
Location: Front Lobby
Tagging: Tour Crew


Nyasha was always an early riser. She did not know why, even if she wanted to sleep in, she couldn't. There was only so much time in one's life that you could live and she felt she did not want to waste a single moment. You'd think she'd decide to never sleep, however, that would do more harm than good. Especially for her artistic mind. She was a designer and every opportunity she wanted to take advantage of.

Which was why she was here. Exiting the elevators and moving out into the lobby where the tour group was suppose to meet. They were going on a tour; something she had learned was something new they were trying. She was excited to be part of it and had signed herself up almost immediately. The outdoors was amazing and learning more about this paradise did not seem like a bad idea. She could probably get some inspiration for a new design so it was a win win situation for herself.

She had gotten the memo about how to properly dress. So she opted to wear a high neck hoodie, some dark blue jeans, and some runners. She wore a baseball cap that had the word 'ICON' etched in the front. However, if they wanted her to wear a scarf she'd be more than happy to quickly run upstairs and find one. Or better yet, make one.

"Hope this is okay." She asked curiously. "Let me know and I can fix something really quick." She wanted to make sure she didn't offend the natives after all. This was their home and she wanted to be very respectful.

[Flower]

Name: Nadim Date | Time: June 13 | Saturday | 8:30 am Wearing: See Picture Location: Main Lobby Tagging:		Name: Kadin Date | Time: June 13 | Saturday | 8:30 am Wearing: Click Location: Main Lobby Tagging:		Name: Bilal Date | Time: June 13 | Saturday | 8:30 am Wearing: Click Location: Main Lobby Tagging:

All three men ceased their conversation about last night’s football game when it became clear that the woman approaching them was, in fact, participating in the upcoming tour rather than a random passerby in the lobby.

Kadin, the more confident of the two sons, offered her a broad smile in welcome. Meanwhile, Bilal stuffed his hands into his pants and directed his eyes away from her.

By far, Nadim was most pleased of the trio. A genuine joy brightened his wrinkled features as he bowed his head in greeting. Though he did not voice his concerns to his sons, he feared the hotel might drop the tours if it garnered little interest from their guests. If that happened, both he and his sons would need to find other work. He doubted other jobs in the area would pay so well with little backbreaking work required of them.

“Saalam uwaleekum,” Nadim said as he lifted his head and held out his hands to wave away her concerns about her clothing. “No, ma’am. Your choices are fine. I am Nadim, by the way.” He stepped to the side so she could see his sons. “This is Bilah and this one is Kadin. Good boys and better drivers! You are in safe hands. Will you be traveling alone, ma’am?” He asked to determine whether or not a spot should be saved in one of the jeeps for her companion.