WELCOME TO TOKYO.

[tokyodisa]

Who: Everybody!
What: Tokyo Day One
When: Tuesday, 16/July -- starting at midnight
Where: Paradisa Hotel in downtown Tokyo
Rating: kawaii

Maybe you were asleep in bed last night. Maybe you were out on the town. Or maybe you were working on something super cool, which you didn't really need to be disrupted by, oh, say a world change or anything else stupid.

Too bad for you, that's just what happened.

At the stroke of midnight, everyone will find themselves back in their assigned castle rooms -- except they're not exactly the same as they were left…

[ ROOMS | RESTAURANT & BAR | FITNESS CENTER | LOBBY & GIFT SHOP | COURTYARD ]

[this log is only for the hotel! if you'd like to explore tokyo, feel free to set up your own logs and posts.]

Comments

[ensorceler]

[ She was being hugely sarcastic! Whatever, fine, she won't harass him about getting off further. With a sigh, she'll just find a nice unobtrusive spot to sit and zone out or whatever it is people do here. ]

[eaglet]

[He thought she was just being rude! Well, either way, he watches her, though he's getting the impression she's somewhat at a loss of what to do.

Eventually, he speaks up again.] Are you not going to explore this place? I know many others are.

[ensorceler]

[ Oh man, are you really going to interrupt her brooding? Must be payback. She glances over, out of the barest sense of respect for another human being. ]

I am no more trusting than you.

[eaglet]

[He's just being polite, jeez! Jeez!!!!

Connor shrugs slightly, glancing at the ground.]

It is not distrust. It is discomfort. I am barely able to tolerate the city in Paradisa.

[ensorceler]

[ That makes her raise an eyebrow. ]

It is not so grand a city as I am accustomed... But these cities in the future are much larger. Such growth should be natural, though none of this looks to be.

[eaglet]

[He frowns... that's what makes him so uneasy about it all. The growth of cities, turning land into this. No trees, nothing but people and machines.]

I come from a small village. My first time into a city was the day I was brought to Paradisa. I suppose I am still not used to it.

[ensorceler]

[ Oh, welp, then that explains a lot. ...A lot, actually. ]

Might I ask where from? I do not recognize your origin, I am most sorry to say.

[eaglet]

The British call the land New York. The city I visited the same day I was taken to Paradisa was called Boston, which is some distance away from my village.

[ensorceler]

[ Anne's lips pinch together as she hears the name, and for a moment she might just be annoyed or terribly amused. If there was going to be a laugh, she's smothered it before she speaks. ]

Boston, as in Lincolnshire? And New York, that must be for Yorkshire...

You must speak of the New World. But why the English names? [ Isn't that the Spaniard's thing? ]

[eaglet]

[His response is a somewhat perplexed look. Lincolnshire? He has no idea.

He also doesn't get what she is asking.] The name of my village is Kanatahséton. New York is only what the English call the land in general.

[ensorceler]

[ That's entirely unhelpful, but she gathers by his response he doesn't know what she means at all. Whatever type of people he hails from must not know about the Spanish, or perhaps just not in his time...

Though she must feel smug satisfaction at the English claiming land there. Let it be that or the French. ]

I hail from Kent. I doubt you would have heard of that, either. What do you call yourself?

[eaglet]

[He bristles somewhat at her words, because no, he hasn't, but he doubts she's heard of Kanatahséton. He doesn't say any of this though, just frowns in silence for a beat or two before he answers her question.]

Connor.

[ensorceler]

[ She probably couldn't pronounce Kanatahséton if she tried. So she's surprised he has a name she does recognize. Irish. ]

Well met. I am Anne Boleyn.

[eaglet]

[He blinks for a second, maybe somewhat stupidly, but tries to cover it up.]

Ah... it is nice to meet you.

[ensorceler]

Unfortunate that it is not during merrymaking.

[eaglet]

[He wonders if this is actually the Anne Boleyn... then again, Ezio is here, so why not other famous historical people...]

Does this happen often? Merrymaking? So far, I have only seen the god of this place cause distress...

[ensorceler]

We must work ourselves to find the joy in this wretched world.

[eaglet]

Is that not also how all worlds are?

[ensorceler]

Sometimes we are surprised by miracles.

Though not here.

[eaglet]

I do not believe in such things. Everything exists for a reason.

[ensorceler]

I would agree, but it is God's will for such things to occur. Though there is always a reason, we are not always made aware, for that is His place only.

[eaglet]

[frown...] Gods are strange and their ways do not always make sense to us, but why would your god keep secrets about what he has provided?

[ensorceler]

Some things we are not yet ready to know.

[eaglet]

Then we must seek the answers until we are deemed ready.

[ensorceler]

How comforting it must be to be so assured in the ways of the world.