Dusk is beginning to settle over the city of Santa Peralta, California. You've probably had a long journey, and a dry wind relieve the stifling heat from earlier that day. When you disembark, there's a friendly, metallic face there to greet you.
You see a five foot tall copper robot, wearing a leather jacket, striped shirt, blue jeans, red Converse sneakers, and a pompadour wig. He is blocky and old fashioned looking, with circular eyes, a square jaw, and two-pronged pincers for hands. He extends his rubbery arms and speaks in a metallic, Joisey accent.
"Welcome to Oddity Park! I'm Axel Hutchinson, at your service. May I help you with your bags? "
You see a five foot tall copper robot, wearing a leather jacket, striped shirt, blue jeans, red Converse sneakers, and a pompadour wig. He is blocky and old fashioned looking, with circular eyes, a square jaw, and two-pronged pincers for hands. He extends his rubbery arms and speaks in a metallic, Joisey accent.
"Welcome to Oddity Park! I'm Axel Hutchinson, at your service. May I help you with your bags? "
((Dear, if you could, try and write with punctuation, like quotation marks and stuff. Write it almost like a book.))
"Well, thank you kindly. What kind of room were you hoping to rent? Studio, loft, penthouse, tank, laboratory, or arcanum?"
"Well, thank you kindly. What kind of room were you hoping to rent? Studio, loft, penthouse, tank, laboratory, or arcanum?"
"An arcanum is like, basically, a magical laboratory. It's got rune sigils, alchemy sets, sky panels, all the stuff you need to connect to the magical world, I guess. I don't mess with the magic stuff, so honestly I can't really explain."
"Alright, follow me."
He escorts you to the apartment complex. It's a large, imposing building. A strange, Art Deco style building with several glass domes at various levels the higher it goes, leading up to a stylized penthouse suite at the 20th floor. The building has metallic gargoyles jutting from the side. The eyes appear to follow you. You cannot tell if it is illusion or if they really are.
Then you go to the lobby. It's a wide, open area with chairs scattered about around a fireplace and a coffee table. The table includes a large, dusty tome titled "A Monster's History Of Santa Peralta". It also has a Keurig, K-Cups of various flavors, creamer, and several paper cups. The table sits in front of a fireplace. Hovering above the fireplace is a portrait of a thin, skeletal figure completely covered in coal black skin and thousands of sharp thorn-like appendages. He wears a crimson suit, golden shirt, and black bow tie. The plaque reads
"TIMOR CARBONARIUS
12TH DUKE OF TARTURUS, COMMANDER OF THE 10TH BRIGADE OF ARMAGEDDON, 18TH COUSIN TWICE REMOVED OF LUCIFER
YOUR FRIENDLY LANDLORD"
Axel hands you a stack of paperwork.
"Fill in your name, number, room requirements, and any special service requests such as room service, tank cleanings, extra electricity for lab equipment, you know, standard apartment stuff. If you have any questions, holler. Please, help yourself to the coffee table."
He escorts you to the apartment complex. It's a large, imposing building. A strange, Art Deco style building with several glass domes at various levels the higher it goes, leading up to a stylized penthouse suite at the 20th floor. The building has metallic gargoyles jutting from the side. The eyes appear to follow you. You cannot tell if it is illusion or if they really are.
Then you go to the lobby. It's a wide, open area with chairs scattered about around a fireplace and a coffee table. The table includes a large, dusty tome titled "A Monster's History Of Santa Peralta". It also has a Keurig, K-Cups of various flavors, creamer, and several paper cups. The table sits in front of a fireplace. Hovering above the fireplace is a portrait of a thin, skeletal figure completely covered in coal black skin and thousands of sharp thorn-like appendages. He wears a crimson suit, golden shirt, and black bow tie. The plaque reads
"TIMOR CARBONARIUS
12TH DUKE OF TARTURUS, COMMANDER OF THE 10TH BRIGADE OF ARMAGEDDON, 18TH COUSIN TWICE REMOVED OF LUCIFER
YOUR FRIENDLY LANDLORD"
Axel hands you a stack of paperwork.
"Fill in your name, number, room requirements, and any special service requests such as room service, tank cleanings, extra electricity for lab equipment, you know, standard apartment stuff. If you have any questions, holler. Please, help yourself to the coffee table."
"Hmm," said Axel, reviewing your paperwork. "I'm afraid we only have one apartment available that's fits your exact requirements. If you want true solitude, you need to have one of our pocket dimension rooms. They appear on the Negative 1st Floor. Only accessible through pushing the secret button on the elevator. However, that's going to run you up quite the bill. $20,000 a month. Can you afford that?"
"Alright, that'll be $950 a month. Do you want to set up autopay or pay it yourself each month? If you pay for it yourself, then you'll have to hand deliver your payments to me or the landlord. Preferably me, because the landlord is kind of a..."
He looks both ways before whispering
"ASSHOLE."
He looks both ways before whispering
"ASSHOLE."
"You're a very brave soul, right this way."
Axel leads you to the elevator. He takes you up to your room, 981. It's at the far end of a long hallway, not someplace you'll likely be disturbed. The apartment has three rooms: A bedroom, a living room/kitchen, and a bathroom. Very bare furnishing, a blank canvas for which you can paint a home.
But, it's been a long bus ride. The sun has retreated, and unless you are a nocturnal being, you are inclined to sleep.
-END OF DAY 1-
Axel leads you to the elevator. He takes you up to your room, 981. It's at the far end of a long hallway, not someplace you'll likely be disturbed. The apartment has three rooms: A bedroom, a living room/kitchen, and a bathroom. Very bare furnishing, a blank canvas for which you can paint a home.
But, it's been a long bus ride. The sun has retreated, and unless you are a nocturnal being, you are inclined to sleep.
-END OF DAY 1-