H-494: Cap Isle, Soufoot District

Maxine

Maxine might be convertible to a client, but it might take some subtle convincing that that is an option, if Lia wishes to invest the effort.  It’s not what she’s seeking, but may be open to the idea.

Cinna

I’m assuming she’s going to take a cab.  But, however she decides to get there, the building turns out to be a multi-storey hotel of plain brown stonework.  It’s slightly taller than the buildings around and separated from them by a concrete plaza in front, and some other space out the back behind high walls.  The star has just set and it is mostly dark, a faint glimmer of light still in the horizon sky, mostly blotted out now by dark clouds.  A brisk breeze is blowing, bringing the first drops of rain from a storm.  Lit windows dot the building face above. 

Lia has been dropped in a semi-circular driveway under an awning.  A flash of lightning briefly illuminates the concrete plaza, stark low walls and benches bouncing the bright light back; thunder echoes.

Beneath the awning, glass doors to a lobby beckon, shaded lamps give a yellow cast off more brown stonework and earth-toned fabric furniture.        

Lia’s cab whirrs away.