Giovenith wrote:
Lobby
The front desk cultist looked up from his book as a wind swept through the lobby. In a shower of glitter and rare tropical flower petals, Dax Liebsturk appeared, with all the luggage he would need and a customary "Welcome" unicorn plushie.
"Good to have you, Mister Liebsturk," the man at the check-in desk greeted. "We've been expecting you. Please, come over and receive your keys, and I'll show you to a social event our current residents are hosting."
"Alright then..." *He took his keys, confused at this 'social event'
"What's this social event about? *He cringed inside, thinking about his often anti-sociability...* Also, it's Dr. Liebsturk, but I perhaps realise that you may have not known that and-" He cut himself off, as he often did when he ran off with a sentence. The scars of childhood left him almost unable to act like a regular person.
"Please, sir, lead the way." Dax cringed again, knowing that he said sir, but he then promptly ignored it.