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, and one seems to be unaccounted for, 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/">
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</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, is her chance to relax.<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/">
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</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 seemed to remember somebody promising to teach her how to play that thing, but for the life of her she couldn’t remember who or when. Nevertheless, she still played a few notes, singing what few rudimentary tunes she knew, waiting for new customers.