Scott was told they would take his things to his room at the hotel. He was glad to be off that damnable plane. First-class or not it was a long flight with a lot of transfers for him. He grabbed his map and stretched. He surveyed the island with a  sense of anticipation. He could smell the salt water and the fragrant smell of palm trees and some far distant restaurant. It reminded him how hungry he was.<br/><br/>He was wearing a white dress shirt with no tie and the sleeves rolled up and black slacks. He shuffled his feet in their brown casual shoes to wake them up as he moved over to the island's transports. He opened the door and slipped into the rear passenger seat. Others were mulling about but not a lot. This place was fairly exclusive. He'd been saving since he left his residency. The idea just seemed like a fun vacation and everyone talked about it.<br/><br/>The car drove without picking anyone up. Scott didn't mind he thought it was a little rude but then again maybe everyone could get their own car. The car drove down a lightly paved road, you could pick out the pieces of gravel, to the most opulent hotel ever. He got out and the car drove off. "Whoa" he muttered with a big grin. He walked into the lobby and was promptly directed to orientation. He sat down in one of the plush chairs of the auditorium and waited.