I can hear the voice inside my head

Grey is pleased to find the hotel is, in fact, still there. He wonders if anyone else is around and sets off to the bar again.

Today he isn't dressed to stand out overly much. His braids are tied back with a red bandanna and he's wearing well worn black jeans, purple boots, and a long sleeved purple shirt, unbuttoned to show the plain black t-shirt underneath.

The halls are silent as they were the last time he was here. Armed with coffee he makes himself comfortable at a table in the bar and pulls his sketchbook and pencils out of his bag. If nothing else he can get some drawing done.

The hotel grounds were decked out for a huge barbecue and bonfire. It was almost as if the staff knew they could expect an influx of guests.

A tented area had a completely modable buffet and plenty of tables and chairs. The pool was lined with lounge chairs and tiki torches. Part of the lawn was covered with a portable dance floor and completely modable music was playing.

Any guests who showed up this evening were guaranteed a good time.



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Maedhros has been in places like this before, so although he's surprised to find himself in a strange hotel, he's not entirely disorientated. He's settled in comfortably in the years he's been here ("Stuck here") in the 21st century, much more easily than Findekano ever did.

He's dressed in modern clothes, with a bit of the rock-star look about him; long red hair, scruffy blue jeans (which, because of his height, are much too short and show off the red socks he's wearing beneath), loose white shirt with sleeves long and baggy enough to conceal the stump of his right arm without drawing too much attention to it. Black leather vest over the top, and a bandana to keep his hair covering his pointed ears.

Since hotels are pretty much the same everywhere, it doesn't take Maedhros long to find the bar, where he perches on a bar stool and orders a double navy rum. Its rich colour and caramel taste is the nearest he's found, in this age, to Miruvor. He cradles the drink in his left hand, sips it slowly, and wonders where he is, and why he's been brought here.

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