You know the lies I tell... Who: Sansa and Hans What: Sleepy Hollow residents meet Where: The hotel restaurant general public eating place When: Sunday afternoon Warnings: Nothing comes to mind (will update as needed) Status: Ongoing.
Sansa still didn't know what to think of this place.
The buildings were strange, the furniture was foreign, and the people were alien. Here, there were ghosts, soulless, staring servants, and friendly wolf-women. Firelight without heat captured in waxless candles on the tables and in the ceilings, fountains of warm water, magic chamber pots, and shampoo. There were these...phones, which currently had her attention as she explored it's various magical functions, seated primly in one of her new dresses at a small table in what she knew as the 'hotel lobby'.
She was waiting for Tyrion, and the Giggler in her room had become far too irritating to tolerate for much longer. Besides, the lemon sweetcakes the place served, though a bit soggy and oddly shaped, weren't overly terrible. One sat beside her hands on a small plate, to be consumed small piece after small piece.