Some amount of time has passed. How much time, however, is hard to say when inside the Convergence. There is no sun, no moon, nothing is spinning. Everything is still, stagnant, unmoving, as is time itself. Many of the previous tenants of the hotel have since left. Some have stayed, but in the lobby and at the bar, all is quiet and empty.<br/><br/><a class="link link--internal" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fblackdahliaroleplaying.com%2Findex.php%3Fattachments%2Ff23b1958-38bd-4207-b28d-3fd524526d43-jpeg.39223%2F&amp;hash=3f64134abce5f1cf3b85e37d4f9beacd" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/index.php?attachments/f23b1958-38bd-4207-b28d-3fd524526d43-jpeg.39223/">
<img class="bbImage lazyload lazyload" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/data/attachments/39/39172-ddff777c7b8c97a3888ec857bca2813c.jpg" data-url="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/data/attachments/39/39172-ddff777c7b8c97a3888ec857bca2813c.jpg" height="" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" style="" width=""/>
<noscript><img class="bbImage lazyload" data-url="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/data/attachments/39/39172-ddff777c7b8c97a3888ec857bca2813c.jpg" height="" src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/data/attachments/39/39172-ddff777c7b8c97a3888ec857bca2813c.jpg" style="" width=""/></noscript>
</a><br/>Lydia<br/>Front Desk<br/><br/>Lydia sat at the front desk, reading a book, rather enjoying the peace. Her whole job was customer service, trying to calm angry clients, organizing room service, etc. When things got quiet, it was her chance to relax.<br/><br/>The book she elected to read this time around was a rather spicy one, bringing a blush to her cheeks and a smirk to her lips. It wouldn’t be long before she was nose deep in her pages, that should anybody have need of her assistance, they would likely have to make a large racket to pull her away.<br/><br/><a class="link link--internal" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fblackdahliaroleplaying.com%2Findex.php%3Fattachments%2F34c9037a-f63e-4b50-b9dc-5f18c81bf23b-jpeg.39224%2F&amp;hash=bd9a5fb949019155cbdb672bf265e20d" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/index.php?attachments/34c9037a-f63e-4b50-b9dc-5f18c81bf23b-jpeg.39224/">
<img class="bbImage lazyload lazyload" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/data/attachments/39/39173-58821a0d4518032b21e88ae5d323feb6.jpg" data-url="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/data/attachments/39/39173-58821a0d4518032b21e88ae5d323feb6.jpg" height="" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" style="" width=""/>
<noscript><img class="bbImage lazyload" data-url="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/data/attachments/39/39173-58821a0d4518032b21e88ae5d323feb6.jpg" height="" src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/data/attachments/39/39173-58821a0d4518032b21e88ae5d323feb6.jpg" style="" width=""/></noscript>
</a><br/>Nalia<br/>Bar<br/><br/>Nalia on the other hand hated the quiet. She worked the bar, and when there were no patrons, there was nothing to do. She couldn’t fill her time the way her sister did with peaceful solo activities. She needed the hustle and bustle of noise and people. After cleaning the bar counter for the umpteenth time, she sighed and set herself over at the piano. She didn’t know many songs, but with the endless amount of time that the Convergence granted her, she’d since learned a few new ones. Sitting down at the bench, she play the keys and sing a tune, simple and clean....actually that was the name of the song she sang.