H-252: Little Isle Manor House

She can do those things.

At the foot of the stairs are more guest rooms on the level below hers, numbers 1 to 9.  These are sans balconies with doors that open directly to the outside – no access corridor – though each one has a screen directly in front of the door that may be party for privacy and partly to counter the stiff breeze blowing in from the ocean.  At the far end, of the building from Lia, another set of stairs leading up.

A path bordered by a large, neat hedge leads around the side of the guest wing toward the house.  On the rear side of the guest wing, nine more rooms facing an ornamental privacy wall, and a path ahead leading toward the house beneath long black-metal latticed pergola covered in with creepers and vines, pots of succulents on the ground at the edges. 

At the end of the path a water feature at a T-intersection; a stone-breasted woman, beautiful and grotesque, water pouring from her hands looks both puzzled and horrified at the directions people might choose to take when they meet her.

Sounds of water and conversation drift up from the right-hand path.  Lia turns left to the main house. 

A sheltered walkway to the house – rain is common on Captree – then five stone steps up to glass-panelled double doors.  They swing inward at Lia’s approach and there is a boot room beyond.  Classy and well-appointed but a boot room none the less – a bucket of umbrellas stands by the door, hooks for rain ponchos, cupboards, a stone wash trough in a corner, flooring suited to wet shoes and functional rather than decorative. 

Lia doesn’t need to roll for her Observation to note an opaque security camera dome.  

Unless she lingers in the boot room, more automated double glass doors swing open to allow her access to the house beyond, where she will find herself at the corner of an L-shaped corridor.  The corridor’s interior maintains a sense of the house’s external shaped-stone architecture, but with highlights of glass and gold, feature walls washed with light grey and pin-spot lights reflecting off surfaces rather than the diffuse lighting strips popular in most of the Dominion. 

Along the corridor to her left, a large open doorway with movement and noise beyond – possibly the function room Pasquale spoke of.  Ahead the corridor opens out after some distance, sense of an open space beyond.