The Hotel of the White Wake
The Hotel of the White Wake lives up to its reputation. While other places in Cambre reflect the Wheelander passion for color and sound, the White Wake is understated and elegant. A broad shouldered doorman bows you inside. The heavy stone construction leaves it cool in the afternoon heat. The lobby is surprising small. For two levels above it a lobby bar circles it with tables on narrow balconies. A few people of obvious wealth sit at the tables. A large water clock decorated with flowers dominates the center of the lobby, while the polished wooden desk to the right is manned by an elegantly dressed woman and two bellmen in red uniforms and white gloves who stand in a pose reminiscent of troops at inspection. To the left a small hand lettered slate announces the specials of the day at the entrance to Periguldi. A couple of older men with patrician faces in expensive clothing flawless tailored are just entering the restaurant and you overhear one say, “I wasn’t taking a copper less than a million five on that deal…” A few overstuffed benches around the lobby are occupied by well dressed people chatting or reading the afternoon broadsheets. The woman at the desk catches your eye. You can’t help feeling she knows your net worth to the silver piece and has determined you do not have the portfolio to stay here. But she greets you with cool politeness, “welcome to the Hotel; how may we serve you?” There is something in the way she says “THE HOTEL” that suggests no other place in Cambre deserves the title. Upon being told your business she consults a list with a glance, but you suspect she knows without reading it that you have an appointment. “Captain Marin is expecting you. Simon will escort you to his suite.” Simon is undoubtedly the bellman now at your elbow. He moved so silently and swiftly that you did not notice him until he gestured to a grand staircase that had been obscured by columns and the floral arrangements when you entered. Simon leads you up two flights of stairs and down a tastefully decorated corridor. The corridor turns at obtuse angles every 25’ feet or so lending an intimate air to the long corridor. Only one or two sets of double doors line each side of the segments of corridor suggesting spacious accommodations are within. Finally you stop at a door lettered in artful script in gold “312 Marin and Son”. Simon taps politely on the door which is quickly opened by a butler in a dark gray tail coat. Simon announces you and departs without giving you an opportunity to tip him. An unusual occurrence in the Hotels you normally visit. “Devon, at your service sir” welcomes you to a small sitting room with a sofa and wing back chairs. Small tables and a sideboard complete the furnishings and round carpet nearly fills the room. A large domed sky light decorated with a nautical scene illuminates this room. Oil paintings of fine quality line the walls interspaced with small busts and statuary in niches. “Captain Marin will see you shortly. I have taken the liberty of having a small tray prepared if you would like something to eat while you wait. Please ask Greta to serve you.” He gestures to a side board loaded with a couple of trays and an assortment of decanters. Greta, in a long gray dress that somehow matches Devon’s coat stands in one of the two alcoves containing doors leading from the room. Devon moves to stand in the other. Somewhat conspicuously in this otherwise immaculate room a scabbarded cutlass and crossbow share an armchair over the back of which a heavy cloak has been casually tossed.
For Morwyn only! [sblock]You are the first to arrive. A tall black man in grey and black with a big sword is announced as Rook, He is followed by a sailor who looks bit down on his luck with long hair and a pack on his shoulder anounced as Radoon, and finally a man anounce as Michael Storm dressed in expensive looking black clothes with silver trim.[/sblock]
For Rook only! [sblock]When you arrive a tall slender young man in expensive sharkskin and blue-grey silk is waiting. Soon, a sailor who looks bit down on his luck with long hair and a pack on his shoulder anounced as Radoon comes in, and finally a man anounced as Michael Storm dressed in expensive looking black clothes with silver trim enters.[/sblock]
For Randoon only! [sblock]When you arrive a tall slender young man in expensive sharkskin and blue-grey silk is waiting along with a tall black man in grey and black with a big sword. And finally a man anounced as Michael Storm dressed in expensive looking black clothes with silver trim enters.[/sblock]
For Michael Storm only! [sblock]The Desk clerk tells you that a courier brought a message for you this morning. She hands over an envelope sealed with a generous amount of wax. Inside in Nicolas' familiar script is a note saying: I haven't got much to report yet. I'm hanging out dockside and making some contacts. Look for me at the Fouled Ancor near the head of pier seven. I did discover that there is a girl who has been called old Honager's 'niece' that may stand to inherit of the son isn't found. She's not family, but he's helped raise her and paid for her education at a top tier Chruch of Heaven School in Aucoin. Also, Terry Lockspur is in town. You proceed to the room where 3 others are waiting--a tall slender young man in expensive sharkskin and blue-grey silk, a sailor who looks bit down on his luck with long hair and a pack on his shoulder, and a tall black man in grey and black with a big sword [/sblock]
OOC: The spoilers are a way for me to send you private info, please respect the others by not clicking on their blocks. When you click you'll be able to read a bit more info. Feel free to post a better description of your character or interact with the others in the room. You'll be waiting for a bit. Sorry for the delay in posting last night, wives are funny about wanting one to spend time with them when they've worked all weekend and are going out of town the next morning. I should be free all evening if you need character help.
