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rainbowlounge2015-02-27 12:04 am
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowlounge2015-02-27 12:04 am
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Winter RP: The Citadel
It's late afternoon, just approaching evening, and one of the less-imposing reception rooms in the Citadel at the heart of the City of Glass is lit up by a glorious sunset. The dry heat of the desert day is starting to die off; the temperature sits at a pleasant level now.
The walls of the room are made of thick, solid glass panes, in deceptively delicate white stone frames. They are punctuated at regular intervals by wall hangings embroidered with intricate geometric patterns, in green and gold. There is a large, extravagant rug, woven in similar colors, covering the floor. The ceiling, high above, is more glass, fogged, and gilded around the edges to match the gold in the tapestries.
One wall is dominated by a pair of double doors that swing open onto an enclosed pleasure garden, with carefully maintained flowers climbing the walls and a murmuring fountain in the center. There are white gravel paths marking out four regular quadrants.
The portals are opening once again...
The walls of the room are made of thick, solid glass panes, in deceptively delicate white stone frames. They are punctuated at regular intervals by wall hangings embroidered with intricate geometric patterns, in green and gold. There is a large, extravagant rug, woven in similar colors, covering the floor. The ceiling, high above, is more glass, fogged, and gilded around the edges to match the gold in the tapestries.
One wall is dominated by a pair of double doors that swing open onto an enclosed pleasure garden, with carefully maintained flowers climbing the walls and a murmuring fountain in the center. There are white gravel paths marking out four regular quadrants.
The portals are opening once again...
Re: Sam
She was daydreaming about the outfits she might put together when the sound of her heels changed, and she looked up to find herself in a room made of glass. Because that wasn't weird at all.
"What the frick?"
...her dad taught preschool, okay, the children of a preschool teacher learned weird swearwords.
Re: Sam
"Um, hello, do you have any idea where we are?"
He hoped she didn't find it strange that he was in his slippers and looked like he hadn't gotten any sleep in a few days.
Re: Sam