Hotel Seven Stars

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Beneath the Waves

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The lobby is large, open and airy. The sunlight is beaming down on me, from overhead; as if I had indeed been in the lobby of a Five-Star Hotel in the big city.

Going by the angle of the shadows in the lobby, it is about twelve; or lunchtime, in other words. Going by the same token, it appears to be mid summer; considering how the sun is hitting me from the angle, corresponding to mid summer.

I hear a hint of squeaks, to the sounds of my steps; as I am walking up to the lobby, where the girl is waiting for me.

The girl is wearing what appears to be a metallic bloody red bikini, only with a knee-long ultra-tight pencil skirt. I can’t quite make out the fabric of the smooth and glossy material her suit had been crafted out of. (Not that it matters, really; it’s just a curious detail, as I am examining her on my way over to the desk.)

I notice her large, deep Sapphire blue eyes focusing on the screen before her. From what I can see, she is ignoring me and anything else in the lobby.

Her hands are resting on the smooth surface of the crystal clear Sapphire glass desktop; exposing everything, aside from the palms of her hands. The skin of her hands, just as the rest of her skin is a bright, pristine Silicone white. (Just with a hint of a light pink, to make it slightly more human.) While her fingers are spread slightly; I notice her inch long oval nails perfectly curved; as if she had just left the Nail-Salon an hour prior. (Well; why not, it isn’t as if it makes any difference {to me}, in any event.)

Just as I am reaching the line, one yard from the desk, she is looking up; noticing me, as if something had notified her. (Maybe, just maybe; she had not been quite as oblivious, as I had pictured her?)

As she is facing me, I notice the smooth golden lips spreading into a genuine smile; spreading out all over her face, and she is winking at me demonstratively.

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I feel weird.

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She gives me the impression, she knew me from somewhere; even if I have no idea, from where that could possibly have been. Still, her smile lingers, persists.

I resist the urge to ask, where this Hotel is. There is no point. I know I am near the bottom of the sea, beneath the waves.

As I am facing her, I can clearly see her jet-black, glossy hair in bangs covering her fore-head. (Only, her bangs are in the Unicorn style; as if she had had a horn, I can’t see.)

A pair of braids hide her ears, reaching down to her shoulders, before hiding behind her back. Her hair reaches down her back, all the way down to just inches over her plump thighs. Furthermore; she has a Pi inch thick braid running down her spine, all the way down to her knees. (Curious hairstyle. Does she try to emulate one of these crazy Animésque hair styles, so popular in the Japanese medium?)

“Place your right hand on the plaque..” she is instructing me; indicating the glossy black hexagonal surface before me with her extended index finger of her right hand; “spread your fingers wide, in order to confirm!” she concludes.

While I still wear the full diving gear, the fingerprint should not be registered; but she seems to be utterly oblivious of the fact, just as she ignores the fact: I had never made a reservation prior to my arrival.

I feel the smooth surface of the plaque under the palm of my hand; just as I feel the warmth corresponding to a genuine handshake, aside from the contours of what could only be a suction-cup under the palm of my hand and touch-pads covering the tips of my fingers.

“Does she have a suction-cup and sensitive touch-pads too?” I ponder.

“Of course not, that would just be silly; girls does not have such details, I know that as well as anyone else!” I conclude. (Why should she have any such details?)

Only then I catch a glimpse of the reflection of her hand on the tabletop. What I see defies logic and everything I thought I had known. Naturally; she does have both the suction-cup, and the touch-pads where my sensation of the plaque had indicated.

I just stand there, blinking; staring at her, as if I had not seen her.

“Take the Elevator on my right, if you want to see your room..” she suggests; “or, take the Elevator on my left; if you wish to explore the hotel further!” she concludes.

She is pointing at the respective Elevator door, as she is mentioning them; making utterly clear, I know where I want to go. (How fortunate; that I had opted for the Dry-suit in place of the Wet-suit, leaving me with dry clothes under my diving gear!)

“Thank you, Miss!” I respond; as I walk over to the Elevator, just as she had suggested.

I can see the portal of stainless steel, even if it had been plated with Iridium. The two twin sliding-doors quietly open before me; just as I am reaching the three foot mark. I step into the elevator, only to be greeted by the Elevator Operator. The room is a full six by six feet, in an octagonal shape, with a three foot cylindrical core in the middle.

“Greetings, Miss..” she exclaims; “I am Ellie, the Waitress!” she is presenting herself.

“Greetings, Ellie..” I respond; “May I call you Ellie?” I inquire.

“Yes, but of course; please do call me Ellie, Miss!” she simply responds, confirming my suggestion.

Of course, Ellie has the same hair-style and Uniform; both girls are working for the same Hotel, after all. Only; Ellie’s Uniform is Silver metallic, in place of the metallic Bloody red.

“Curious make-up, they fancy at this hotel!” I ponder, as I continue to observe Ellie, while she is operating the Elevator. (She does not touch anything, just as she does not speak; other than to address me, in conversation.)

“Ping!!” is heard, as the Elevator stops, at my floor.

“This is your floor..” Ellie explains; “Enjoy your stay!” she then concludes.

“Thank you, Ellie!” I respond, as I am stepping out of the Elevator.

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I feel weird. (The Narration likes you to feel weird!)

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What is facing me, as I am stepping out of the Elevator; is neither Glass and Steel, nor Marble and Stone. (This may be onboard a ship; but I feel, as if I had been in the Five-Star Hotel here.)

The floor had been laid with deep, dark Oak-wood parquet; while the walls had been laid with pure, pristine Beech-wood covered with a four foot pink Cherry-wood picket-fence.

On the upper rim of the picket fence, I can clearly see the railing, I can hold on to; if and when I need the support, in order to keep my balance. If this is from the ship of the hotel; but I will take it for all it is worth, all the same.

Overhead, I can see the pin-prick LED star-skape illuminating the hall.

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I feel weird.

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Pass: - "Faux Pas" Confirmed..

The Suite

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