The foyer of the Rosethorn Hotel is deserted. A crisp white letter addressed to "Mm. Iron" sits on the front desk. There are no other signs of life.
The bath is a jacuzzi, and also has a shower head in case she'd prefer to shower. There's bath bombs, scented oils, rose-perfumed and nonperfumed soap and shampoo and conditioner. Toothpaste by the sink and a disposable toothbrush in a little sealed package. Cups and a pitcher of water.
People brush their teeth here?
Do cleaning wands not address that..., or at least skip the requirement for toothbrushes to be disposable for hygiene?
She types a search into the console on that subject.
Some people like to keep in the habit even though it's not strictly necessary, apparently. And the plastic covering is more of a reassurance than anything.
She shakes her head and laughs a little, and takes care of that with a cleaning wand she procures.
She steps into the bath, and turns it on, grabbing the rose scented soap and one of the bath bombs to try - hopefully if she doesn't like the interaction of them she can just cleanse the water and start again.
The bath bomb is carefully calibrated to work with the Rose soap. It's not the most energetic one she's seen, it mostly fizzes and dyes the water pink. But it certainly smells nice.
More pleased humming as she takes in the scent deeper, lying back against the gentle jets.
...She requests a genital shifting potion from the console.
It produces the potion without complaint.
She drinks it down, and melts against the back of the bath, pressing herself up against one.
It's surprisingly... relaxing to do this, she finds. It can be more right to have the other set but really...
This is excellent too, especially with the interesting things that the pressure of the jets and moving bubbles can do to her when she's doing this....
She methodically massages the soap into her skin, enjoying the slight slickness and the way she can relax back into this.
She did her hair too - despite what she tended to think about for all this, it didn't especially matter that she could probably procure and 'wand of shampooing' without going through this. There was snothing wrong with htat sort of convenience, but considering the way that she enjoyied the way that it settled in to her hair, there wasn't really an edge for going for that sort of thing, she expected.
She let out a small snort, and looked to see if there was an option for getting rose petals in the bath itself - if she was going to have that theming, why not go all in?
Of course there's an option for that.
The petals form from light amongst her warm bath, and she lets her hands stroke through the water, feeling the way that the petals drift around the movement of her hands.
...This is good, to actually rest and indulge, even if she was only letting herself do this on her own though...
If there's a public bath, she might want to try that, as well. It's important to have a chance to enjoy this a little more properly, beyond just doing it 'because she could'.
She rests in the bath for a while, smiling a little.
After perhaps half an hour, she leaves the bath and towels off.
It's been two and a half hours since she arrived in the Bowers. Plenty of time still left ahead of her. What shall she do?
She looks in more detail at the listings at Club Coze - what's going on there now?
A tabletop game meetup, apparently.
Excellent, at least assuming it's open table.
If she remembered correctly, the dress code for the club was fairly modest, so she threw on a simple black bra, tan t-shirt and somewhat tight black yoga pants, and set off to the club.
The meetup is fairly well packed, with thirty or so people all in a modestly sized room. People are playing Heart of Crown and Starfall and Namer's War and Carcassonne and a half-dozen other games.
There's an androgynous woman in a suit waiting for someone to come play Namer's War with her...
And over here there's a pink-haired woman in a hoodie kicking back and waiting for someone to play Carcassonne with her.
...Is there a listing of what those games are like?
She was thinking about a tabletop rpg, or perhaps something from a larger franchise to talk over.
There's a listing of all the games available to take out by title, but no descriptions. Perhaps she'll have to talk to someone.
She sighed a little, and walked over to the suited woman's table.
"The hotel is apparently reluctant to share information about these games - mind explaining this one?"
"Namer's War is a recent game, it's a simulation of the war for Cthonia. You have cards and pieces that you move on the board. Some of your cards are the names of your units and I have abilities that let me steal cards from your hand and thereby steal the names of your units which makes them mine. You have overwhelming force at the start of the game as the OTC, but if you play sloppily you could see your own invasion turned back against you. Want to give it a try?"
She nods and smiles faintly.
"That does sound interesting, Miss Morning-Glory."
She settles into her chair.
"Though I do wonder what the idea is around having a random hand within influence - it seems like even beyond the level of force, for efforts like that simply being 'beyond reach' is one of the largest advantages that the OTC enjoys."
"Yes, well, one has to make some concessions to game balance. And in the real war they managed to get the name of the initial agent, which let them control her, and she gave them more names, and so on. It was the bloodiest war the OTC's fought in the last century."
"The OTC is excellent at a great many things, but starting at level of force and caution sufficient for the problem is not one of them, it seems. I certainly understand the desire to cut costs, but... Well."
She gestures at the game.
"So... How do I start?"
She grabs a rulebook, if there is one present.