Sean spent the next few hours setting up his room as well, arranging the amplifier where he liked and allocating his easel to the corner by the window. He went through the process of tuning his guitar and adjusting the amp settings; as he did so it occurred to him to wonder where the house electricity was coming from.   After all, they were on an island in the middle of the ocean.  There were no cities or population centers nearby.  Was there a small coal- or diesel- powered generating station somewhere on the island?  If so, how many people worked there to keep it running?  How much had it cost to build the house, to run the wiring, set up the plumbing, and so on?<br/><br/>It boggled his mind when he considered how much time and expense must have gone into the project, all of it simply to see if two men and two women could enter into a stable polyamorous relationship.    Some government bigwig somewhere must have thought this was particularly important, for some reason.  What kind of reason it was, however, was a complete mystery to Sean.<br/><br/>Oh well.  He tinkered a bit on his piano, playing a song of his own composition.  When he heard the sound of Rachel hefting the crate up to her room, he went to go see if he could help.  Unfortunately, it was the last crate; she had already taken care of them all.  He mumbled an apology at his lack of thoughtfulness, but she assured him that she did not mind.<br/><br/>So he went downstairs instead, to the parlor where, indeed, a billiards table waited for him.  The game room had been artfully designed, with one wall made almost entirely of glass, track mood lighting around the ceiling fixtures, and a drinks bar made out of polished marble, to give the room a light and open ambience.  He inspected the liquor cabinet; not surprisingly it was well stocked.<br/><br/>Sean triangle'd up the balls, and began to practice taking shots while he waited for the others to arrive.