A third of the world is covered by the howling maelstrom that was born a century ago. It is not ordinarily a place you'd find people surviving, but sometimes things appear in it. Strange things - otherworldly things - brought into the mist of a howling storm of cloudy dust and wind that blows in whichever direction it wants.
It's got stained glass, in some places patched up from damage but it's hard to make out in the dark. It's got a tall spire. It's got armed guards up on the wall and another couple at the door, but they don't seem to be alerted to the approach of Pelape and Eefa; they aim a light at them, then move it forward to light their way to the door.
"You looking for Elysium? You found it," says the guard. "How're you paying for a stay?"
Pelape looks at Eefa. "Did you have a plan for that already?"
"That for the both of you?" the guard asks.
"- this any good to you? Eefa shouldn't have to pay for me." Pelape holds out the rifle ammunition.
He inspects it. "Yeah. Separate rooms?"
Pelape looks at Eefa.
Eefa looks at the guard. Looks at Pelape. Looks at the guard. Decides which one she trusts more.
"No."
The guard opens the door. "Two to a room for three days pending Saffron's eval," he tells the receptionist.
"Two in one for three pending," agrees the yawning receptionist. "Here's the key to number seventeen, that's up on the second floor, third on your left. If you harm anyone in Elysium you will die. Matinees come with the room, evening shows are extra, enjoy your stay."
What a deeply puzzling world this is. Pelape takes the key.
Sounds like they havn't figured Eefa out yet which is good. Maybe she'll be safe here a day or two.
Pelape finds room seventeen and opens it. There's a freshly made bed, a desk at the window with the patchwork curtain pushed aside on the rail so a little starshine can get in, a tile floor, and a sign on the wall about how access to the bathroom down the hall is managed that it's too dark to read.
Pelape does her best to leave road dust and grime from herself and Eefa in the hallway and collapses into the bed. Holds out an arm tiredly to the kid.
"Suit yourself." She drops her arm and falls asleep, pistol still in her pocket.
Pelape sleeps pretty late even though the curtain is very far from blackout. They were up so, so late. She walked so much.
Eefa's been keeping odd hours but isn't going to leave the room without her protector. She has a bit of stale bread stashed away under her clothes but that's all she has so she's not eating it right now.
Eventually Pelape yawns awake. Opens her eyes and looks at the room. Closes them and sighs very deeply. Opens her eyes again to check on Eefa. "You up?"
"Good call coming here, seems like a nice place so far probably. Did you have any plans for what to do if you made it this far or are we making it up from here out?"
Pelape cleans herself up with her power, reads the bathroom sign, visits the bathroom and comes back somewhat dismayed, and will then accompany Eefa wherever she wants to go.
There's food in Elysium; two meals a day come with the room. It's great by the standards of the locality. It might be the best restaurant on the planet. It would probably get seven stars of ten from a reasonably discerning critic in Lina but Pelape usually eats at places that would get three to five because they're cheaper, so quality-wise it's fine, exotic but fine. Lots of fresh vegetables. Strawberries. All slightly alien to Pelape.
They get to spot Saffron in the dining hall. Prosperously plump, button shirt worn open over a shirt that doubles as a bra, cutoff jean shorts, the best-armed person in the room. She swings by where Pelape and Eefa are eating. "New faces - I never forget one and yours are new. Names?"