I’d like to say that yet another day has passed, much like the previous, but that would be a lie. Days don’t exist here. There is no nighttime, nor daytime, no sun or moon. The sky is filled only with the vastness of space. So, I could suppose that would mean it’s technically night from some worlds’ point of views. But here, it simply just...is.<br/><br/>Lydia was at her usual station at the front desk, handing a key card to a couple. “Your room will be on the 5th floor. Please enjoy your stay.” Her voice was calm. Any who heard it would feel an immense relaxation, as if just a few words would send your mind on a paradise cruise. As the couple thanked her and made their way to the elevator, she sat there, still smiling, as she awaited the next guest(s). While some would come straight to her from the streets outside, she always kept her eyes on the doors to the bar, as that seemed to be where most stories began, but it’s through her services that they would continue.<br/><br/>While the blonde twin sat at her desk happily, Nalia wasn’t quite so thrilled. The brunette had been wiping the bar with a rag, brushing her hair from her face with her sleeve for the fifth time, trying to get a particularly stubborn stain out of it. She had told those assholes time and again to take their argument to the anger rooms. But they wouldn’t listen to her. After a hissing and growling fit, one finally had lunged at the other and broken one of her stools. Splintered pieces of wood still lay on the ground despite the offenders having long gone, finally heeding her advice after she screamed at the both of them for getting blood on her bar. Grumbling under her breath, and with enough elbow grease, she managed to clear the polished wood of the sticky crimson and green colored goos. Once satisfied, she rounded the corner to get her broom to sweep up the now useless hunk of wood chunks, thankful it was slow for the time that she cleaned up, awaiting the likelihood of more patrons.