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The werewolf, sitting at the bar on a high stool, was sipping an absinthe cocktail. At that moment, life didn't seem so bad to her. But something persistently scratched at her memory, like a splinter, an elusive thought. "Wait, HOW did he say his name was???" she suddenly caught the fleeting thought. "Eorden... Eorgel... Eordel Eerkreftain??? Could it be him, the one I read about in the newsfeed on one of the websites?" The absinthe suddenly tasted three times more bitter. The werewolf quickly got up from the stool, threw a crumpled bill on the counter, and went to her fourth room. Once inside, she locked all the locks, and only then did she feel safe.
Hostor took a pair of sunglasses from the shelf, which were lying under a poster that read "Evil is good and Wesker is best," and immediately tried them on. Thanks to the excellent frame and curved lenses, the glasses fit perfectly, causing no discomfort at all. After hesitating for a moment, Hostor decided to borrow the glasses for a while, justifying it by saying that his own pair had been ruined by the clumsy employees of the organizing company, and this terrible loss had not been compensated. The desire to chat with Mr. Unpronounceable-Name E.E. because of the bright sunlight quickly changed to the desire to put on some light jeans and sneakers, so Hostor kicked the nearest **door with the number 1** and entered the room...
Kosha surveyed the room, watched her fellow travelers scatter into the rooms like cockroaches, thought "why should I be any different," and headed to room number two.
A young man, dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and long shorts, hurried over to the group of tourists. Previously, his attention had been drawn to the exterior of the estate, which, like any other, he had been critically examining as was his custom. However, he realized that he had fallen behind. - Mr. Eur... Ero... damn it, I mean Eordel, before you leave, may I ask you something? What is this runway you mentioned? Is it another American base? - he added with a smirk.
Well, while I'm at it, if you'll excuse me, I'll go to the observation room. I still have plenty of energy, and besides, I don't want to miss anything interesting.
Guys, you don't quite understand the essence of Lord Eerkraftain. Reven might have prepared something similar, so expect a trick from him, but I think such a connection is unlikely. Still, just in case, Medji, don't relax. It's a bad, evil name. Loken looked around, breathed on the lenses of his glasses, and wiped them with a cloth. Carefully putting the cloth in his pants pocket, he put on his glasses, regaining clear vision, and pondered. Looking out the window, smoothing his chestnut hair with his palm, and rummaging in the pocket of his short-sleeved shirt, he resolutely headed towards Mr. Eerkraftain's office to ask the founder the question that was bothering him. Why are there no service personnel or other guests?
While the others were still looking around, Amaranth had already managed to toss his small but heavy bag into the eighth room. After quickly changing, he ran out in just his shorts into the recreation room and shouted:
Guys, who's up for the beach? I'm in! Wooo, sunshine, water, sand! ^_^
>Gathering all his remaining savings are we all broke or something?
Without much hesitation, Neyra decided that it would be best to take room number 3. The girl didn't want to sit still, so she decided that for now, it would be best to take a short tour.
The first thought that crossed the girl's mind was to ask the organizer to tell her about the most interesting places. But for some reason, Neyra changed her mind and decided to think about where to go. On the one hand, it would be nice to explore the basement with Arandor, but there was nothing to do there. The observation room didn't hold any interesting things, and she wasn't interested in watching others. She didn't want to go to the bar because the drinks were too expensive, in her opinion. She wouldn't stay in the gym for long. The game room wasn't a worthwhile idea. She could go to the dining hall, the kitchen, or visit Eordel Eyrekraft himself to learn more about the island and decide what to do for the rest of the day. But she didn't want to eat, and for some reason, she didn't feel like seeing the organizer at the moment.
Overall, none of the options interested Neyra. Even the thought of visiting the beach made her feel bored. And the runway was clearly unremarkable. She had to decide whether to go to the abandoned hotel, which surely held many interesting secrets (as well as useful things...), the tropical forest, or still choose the pond. But she knew for sure that it wasn't worth going there alone, so she decided to sit in her room for a while to finally choose a destination and decide who to ask to accompany her.
"There's just one thing I can't understand," Neyra thought. "Why did Mr. Eyrekraft invite us to his estate? What's in it for him? It's all so strange..."
Do I need to ask him and get an answer live? Or is this a private conversation? Reven will wake up, have breakfast, and answer. For now, let's leave it as is.
You need to ask right away, and get the answer later, but not live.
Added 51 minutes ago Due to suddenly appearing, incomprehensible, and rather stupid circumstances (which I, of course, cannot talk about yet), I will write the continuation a little later.
Added 1 hour 11 minutes ago If any of the players find something interesting in any location, they will be informed personally, so they may not tell about what they found.
Aziral was busy working out in the gym, and Morning, as planned, went to Eerkraftain to ask his question. MedjersoN_HP, Imaris, the Moon Wolf, Khostor, Drakkoska, Koteiko, and Neyra all spent several hours in their rooms, which were absolutely identical in size and interior. Arandor went down to the basement. After this short break, everyone met again in the lounge. Medjerson and Lizard were missing; the latter had not been seen since he went to the observation room. Medjerson, as was assumed, fell down the stairs and broke his neck. The guys were, of course, upset, but should they cancel the vacation, for which all their recent money was spent, because of this?