RE: The Neverywhere Inn
07-30-2017, 11:52 AM
...a green-skinned individual with towering golden horns, a broad frame, and a blackbird perched on her finger. Like every other humanoid in the room aside from NAME, she wears the Neverywhere Inn's official staff uniform.
Nearby, another colorful figure is reading one of the memos. They're less than half NAME's size, decked out in full one-man-band equipment. They don't seem to be struggling under the weight, despite the drum on their back being three-fourths their height, and the accordion in their webbed hands almost as tall.
Chilling alone in the conversation pit (and thereby missing its point) is a short, fanged fellow wearing mirror shades and a DJ DRAKOOLA name tag. One imagines he doesn't care for his proper name! He snaps his fingers to an inaudible beat, bobbing his head... until a wireless earbud falls out.
The supervisor in charge of orienting everyone has yet to arrive. In the meanwhile, NAME decides to...
![[Image: kR7T98D.png]](https://i.imgur.com/kR7T98D.png)
Nearby, another colorful figure is reading one of the memos. They're less than half NAME's size, decked out in full one-man-band equipment. They don't seem to be struggling under the weight, despite the drum on their back being three-fourths their height, and the accordion in their webbed hands almost as tall.
![[Image: mRYcS7F.png]](https://i.imgur.com/mRYcS7F.png)
Chilling alone in the conversation pit (and thereby missing its point) is a short, fanged fellow wearing mirror shades and a DJ DRAKOOLA name tag. One imagines he doesn't care for his proper name! He snaps his fingers to an inaudible beat, bobbing his head... until a wireless earbud falls out.
![[Image: yYsQ5W6.png]](https://i.imgur.com/yYsQ5W6.png)
The supervisor in charge of orienting everyone has yet to arrive. In the meanwhile, NAME decides to...