[after a heart to heart, a meeting, and quick walk home montage, Fearless and Cater find themselves in the Hellraiser Hotel again. The inside of Fearless's apartment can only be described as 'retrofuturistic', with clean white metal walls all segmented with orange accents. it isn't immediately clear where the closet or bathroom or anything else is, at least not to someone who isn't from 216X Mars.
what is immediately visible is the bed at the far end of the room, the sunken 'conversation pit' style reclining area with its orange leather couchette, a window directly across from the door letting in the blurry view of a glowing neon night in Tharsis. There's also some kind of tiny little kitchenette in the corner, and if Cater looks up, one of those segmented walls is retracted for a view of the stars one could never get in a city.
there is very little in the way of personal effects in the room despite Fearless saying he's been here a year. a little trash can by the door is littered with takeout boxes, there's like four ashtrays on separate surfaces, and there's an actual car engine in front of the couch, but other than that and the pre-furnished parts, it's rather bare.]
Go ahead and get comfy. Or, uh, you can leave your stuff on the table, if you want.
[he himself goes over to the coffee table that is next to that car engine, starting to pull his keycard, phone, a pack of actual cigarettes and the joints he'd snagged from earlier and his wallet, out to drop on the table, too.]
time isn't real but it's after the party
what is immediately visible is the bed at the far end of the room, the sunken 'conversation pit' style reclining area with its orange leather couchette, a window directly across from the door letting in the blurry view of a glowing neon night in Tharsis. There's also some kind of tiny little kitchenette in the corner, and if Cater looks up, one of those segmented walls is retracted for a view of the stars one could never get in a city.
there is very little in the way of personal effects in the room despite Fearless saying he's been here a year. a little trash can by the door is littered with takeout boxes, there's like four ashtrays on separate surfaces, and there's an actual car engine in front of the couch, but other than that and the pre-furnished parts, it's rather bare.]
Go ahead and get comfy. Or, uh, you can leave your stuff on the table, if you want.
[he himself goes over to the coffee table that is next to that car engine, starting to pull his keycard, phone, a pack of actual cigarettes and the joints he'd snagged from earlier and his wallet, out to drop on the table, too.]