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Galen Forrester<br/>
<i class="fas fa-spinner fa-spin"></i> Bar<br/>
Mentions: <a class="username" data-user-id="3476" data-username="@tristyn grace tucker" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/3476/">@tristyn grace tucker</a>​</div><br/>From one moment to the next, Galen wasn't quite sure what had happened. He'd done a song on the stage, he remembered wearing the boa and the darkened glasses because he was feeling jolly, but then he was sitting in the room with Dawn looking at the remnants of what looked like some sort of strange lights and it felt like a chunk of experience was missing from his mind. He'd been singing, watched singing, lots of it. But with who? John was there, and Dawn. He could have sworn there were more people, it gave him a strange feeling of yearning... but he couldn't remember. He looked to Dawn, and without wanting to seem like he was a crazy person who'd just imagined it all, he sort of gingerly commented: "What an unusual display, haha..."<br/><br/>The mage turned his head the other way to look for John, but he couldn't find him. He felt somewhat tired, perhaps it wasn't a bad time to go to bed. But at least he'd hoped to say goodnight to both of the other guests. Axle and Nalia had already long gone so he didn't suspect he would bump into them again. After briefly asking Dawn if she knew where John went, he decided to get up and have a look around, inviting her to come along if she wanted to. He headed over to the front desk.<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi56.photozi.com%2Fimages%2F9tvGf.png&amp;hash=a5fae486a78bcc1a3514a6401a5d7331" title="9tvGf.png">
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John 'Axle' Winters<br/>
<i class="fas fa-spinner fa-spin"></i> Anger room<br/>
Mentions: <a class="username" data-user-id="4695" data-username="@MonsterMistress" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4695/">@MonsterMistress</a>​</div><br/>Axle listened with a smile as she explained how you'd usually select a preset, and then chuckled as she explained why there wasn't a preset for that particular concept.<br/><br/>"Well, you're welcome in my room," he said with a glance as his arm wrapped around her back after helping her up. He made sure she was steady. "I just don't feel like moving that far right now." The man grinned and then gave a slightly more serious look as he listened to the rest of her explanation.<br/><br/>"It takes input directly from your mind, huh?" he said with surprise then, closing his eyes as he pressed his finger to the button. "Then these rooms are definitely more advanced than the training rooms I used," he continued briefly, smiling, before focusing on the image he wanted to summon in his mind. He drew a little on memory from hotel rooms to add certain details, but overall the room was a product of his own creative imagining.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi56.photozi.com%2Fimages%2FWZMrO.jpg&amp;hash=91af28fdc2fbca8cc3d3a24224d9894a" title="WZMrO.jpg">
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</div></div><br/>The padding on the floor already vanished and it grew smooth - lines and texture appearing as a wooden parquet surface created decorative shapes in a larger, finely cut and crafted wooden floor. The confines of the wide studio space drew slightly closer and the light dimmed into a rich yellow glow to create a more intimate setting, while inobtrusive wallpaper spread out to cover the barren walls and baseboards appeared where the horizontal and vertical surfaces met.<br/>The light in the room emanated from lit candles materializing in candlesticks on top of a few dressers, and fixed in decorative sconces on either side of a wooden hallway door, as well as from two cast-iron lanterns that hung from chains suspended by hooks in the ceiling. Bathing in the light, a large antique wardrobe, a desk and another door to a bathroom took form, then a glass door appeared and showed a balcony under a dark but star-specked night sky on the other side.<br/>Sitting up against the back wall, finally, a spacious bed emerged. It had a sturdy wooden frame with simple relief decorations, a supportive and comfortable mattress and very soft sheets and pillows - clean, neat, pristine, folded and ready to be crawled into or onto.<br/><br/>With a smile on his face, Axle opened his eyes again and looked around, impressed by the capacities of this system. It was pretty much perfectly what he'd thought of, down to the details. He looked at Nalia then, slid both of his arms around her and brought her close for another brief kiss. "What do you think, should I add this to the presets?" he asked then with a grin, looking into her grey eyes. "I don't usually go for the more elaborate stuff myself," he added with a soft laugh, relaxing his hug to let her look around if she wanted to. "But I can still imagine better than just a plain room. Especially for a unique lady like yourself."