An odd foundation

[petal_storm]

Who: Orchid, Magnus, any?
When: About a month after she arrived injured at the spa.
What: A grand re-opening.

The invitation was beautifully written on actual paper, delivered in an actual envelope and with hand illustrated margins showing thorny vines, sands, and battle grounds. A true piece of archaic penmanship likely courtesy of Orchid and it added a touch of high end grandeur to an open invite. And 'open' meant 'anyone who wishes to experience an evening of mingling and new, far more interesting definition of spectator combat'. The spa likely recieved the widest invitation, as it included any employee (or owner) thereof and any date they wished to bring.

A subtle way to demand Markux's presence, but also allow his old pet, Poppy, to attend.

After all Poppy had to miss being properly assured of his place instead of being a mere 'employee'. Such a disappointment that really. He'd had high hopes for Poppy's ability to crack Markux's facade. Ah well, he could still provide opportunity to reassure the boy of his place in life.

There was comfort in having a role after all, Orchid assured him of such, though she was quite capable enough to replace many less efficient (and caring) people he'd employed prior. It truly was something else to his comfort and entertainments to have a creature that adored him and put his pleasures paramount. Money couldn't buy a dedication like that.

Regardless, the upcoming reopening of the arena in C was the talk of the town, and a hell of a conversational topic in the spa as well. 'High dress' was the listed code, though all other amenities, from food and drink, to 'mild' drugs were provided sans charge. Tonight was an exhibition after all, a way to display WHY they should return and spend money betting later.

Magnus himself was dressed in simple, dark green silk tunic and pants; Orchid was his ornamentation wearing delicate gold chains and stones only in a wash of light and glitter over purple skin as they greeted people and mingled out of the pristine sands. It was the largest area for a party of course, but there were several raised platforms showcasing some of the intended lineup, and more empty ones for patrons to add fighters to later.

Comments

[petal_storm]

What he saw was rudimentary honestly, they got by currently through the diligence of their people judging by the quiet glances Jaeger got before she stopped at a door. "This was the security room. I'd prefer to relocate and improve upon it."

[code_jaeger]

He went in to look around a bit. “Where would you like it instead?”

[petal_storm]

"Ideally..." she smiled slightly, "within the inner ring of my redesign." She pulled a schematic on her pad for him, showing there was indeed a whole upper ring, invisible from the sands below that held gardens, office, a school room and the like. It also had very few designed entry points...

[code_jaeger]

“How long before this redesign starts?”

[petal_storm]

"It's underway already," she noted simply. "I have several blocked out but unfinished rooms you may choose from if you don't mind safety gear."

[code_jaeger]

“I need a finished room to set up permanent things into. Server stacks especially wouldn’t do well in a dusty environment.”

They had far more efficient but he was working with only a small chunk better than what was available on the continent and not the level they had at home.

[petal_storm]

"Once you determine a good space for you I'll prioritize having it finished."

[code_jaeger]

“Alright. That will work. Let’s see those then.” He nodded.

[petal_storm]

She smiled slightly again and led him through the halls again, through what was obviously her work office judging by the setup and humidity, not to mention potted plants...and pressed on the wall there to access the inner ring. 'Helmets there in the hook," she noted easily.

[code_jaeger]

He took one yes. “Hmm, quite dusty here.”

[petal_storm]

"Currently yes, but that will be changing, for the health if my people and myself our air and water processors are...impressive." Construction was just out if the ordinary. She slipped a hat in herself, one with a protective silk liner, and led the way once more.

[code_jaeger]

He looked around as they went judging how many people were around.

[petal_storm]

The answer was...several, working efficiently and well...though most gave Jaeger suspicious looks. "This us going to be the redone medical suite," Orchid noted. "The current will become a weight room for people." Health had not been a priority in this place prior...

Then she glanced at the workers that were watching, expression mild, "this is Jaeger, he us mine." That made them relax.

[code_jaeger]

Jeager froze a second…? He wasn’t exactly sure what she meant by that but he tried to stifle a purr.

[petal_storm]

She glanced at him briefly as he froze? Hmmm, she'd startled him, "and past this any room that works," she noted gently.

[code_jaeger]

No not startled. It was hooope. “W… what did you mean by that?” He asked quietly.

[petal_storm]

"That you are to be trusted," she listed easily, "and that here you answer only to me."

[code_jaeger]

Ahh. “Alright.” He was very carefully not disappointed… yes.

[petal_storm]

She tilted her head slightly, reading the masking probably, "I cannot promise more," she noted, voice the barest whisper.

[code_jaeger]

“Not now,” he agreed. “I have options I can tell you about.”

[petal_storm]

"Options in regards to...?" She mused, gesturing to the empty skeletons of rooms to choose among. Anyone would assume he meant systems of course.

[code_jaeger]

“I will go over them with you in private.” He nodded checking over a couple rooms.

[petal_storm]

"Of course," she allowed. "Might I ask a technical question?"

[code_jaeger]

“Ofcourse.” He nodded.

[petal_storm]

"I would like...a field. My people will have access to this ring, but no others should suspect it if possible, so an illusion over any doors to this inner walkway. Is that possible?"