I believe it stays open from sundown to sunup, and vanishes during the day. It is considerably... grittier than the casino proper.
There was also a period of time during which the mirror inside the Roost offices acted as a portal to a mirror world of sorts, with much less welcoming guests.
You are correct. The Roost accepts almost anything but money in lieu of chips--the more precious to the gambler, the better. Arms, eyes, fingers. I would not recommend making a wager in that place.
[ not that she's particularly keen on losing an arm or a leg. but what's "precious" is also subjective; information can be just as coveted as a limb, if it's the right kind. ]
[ clorinde is early to the lobby, if only because the lack of structure to her days means that she's still trying to get used to having more time on her hands. but she thinks that seeing tseng is always something to look forward to, and then finds herself wondering when that started, before acceptance takes over the rest. it isn't as if he doesn't already know.
the lobby is empty at this hour, many guests having gone off to enjoy the other amenities of the resort. there's still some time left until their meeting, so she picks a seat off to the side to wait, pulling her hair over her shoulder to quickly and loosely braid it. her bruises are still healing, a faint outline peeking up over the gauze wrapped around her throat. ]
[ if it's any consolation, tseng is early too—partly because of a similar problem, lack of structure making it difficult to balance his time, and partly because he's just as eager to see clorinde as she is to see him. not least of all because the last time he saw her involved him applying bandages to some fairly severe bruising on various tender parts of her body—it was a relief to receive her message, and even more of a relief to approach her and see that she looks much less wan than she had the last time. ]
Clorinde. [ tseng draws to a halt in front of her and gazes down, studying her face briefly before a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. ] You look better. How do you feel?
[ after just the briefest hesitation, tseng reaches out to ghost his fingertip along a loose strand of her hair, tucking it back behind her ear before his hand drops again. he's no fool—he can look at the shape of what's growing between them and identify it, but that doesn't mean tseng knows where all the boundaries are, for her. ]
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There was also a period of time during which the mirror inside the Roost offices acted as a portal to a mirror world of sorts, with much less welcoming guests.
Should we pay it a visit?
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If you don't mind accompanying me.
I'm assuming the currency at the Roost is different from what's accepted at the casino.
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You are correct. The Roost accepts almost anything but money in lieu of chips--the more precious to the gambler, the better. Arms, eyes, fingers. I would not recommend making a wager in that place.
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[ not that she's particularly keen on losing an arm or a leg. but what's "precious" is also subjective; information can be just as coveted as a limb, if it's the right kind. ]
Are you free tonight?
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I am. Let's meet in the main lobby at 9 and go from there.
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[ clorinde is early to the lobby, if only because the lack of structure to her days means that she's still trying to get used to having more time on her hands. but she thinks that seeing tseng is always something to look forward to, and then finds herself wondering when that started, before acceptance takes over the rest. it isn't as if he doesn't already know.
the lobby is empty at this hour, many guests having gone off to enjoy the other amenities of the resort. there's still some time left until their meeting, so she picks a seat off to the side to wait, pulling her hair over her shoulder to quickly and loosely braid it. her bruises are still healing, a faint outline peeking up over the gauze wrapped around her throat. ]
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Clorinde. [ tseng draws to a halt in front of her and gazes down, studying her face briefly before a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. ] You look better. How do you feel?
[ after just the briefest hesitation, tseng reaches out to ghost his fingertip along a loose strand of her hair, tucking it back behind her ear before his hand drops again. he's no fool—he can look at the shape of what's growing between them and identify it, but that doesn't mean tseng knows where all the boundaries are, for her. ]