It's breakfast-time. She goes up to the bar; she did this a couple times when she was hanging out with Etty, too, to hand them food, and the bar takes the meal plan (however that works; she tries not to dwell on it) so she can get some breakfast.
Breakfast comes with a key, and a napkin with a room number on it.
That's curious.
Bella picks up her breakfast burrito and heads up the stairs, eating it one-handed, looking for the room.
The room exists, empty, decorated with landscapes and neat rugs, and there's a sign; it directs her to go check out the new Belltower, in the backyard.
Bella walks slowly, suspiciously, back down the stairs, out the back door, and to the tower. That tower wasn't there before.
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Date: 2013-06-01 03:14 am (UTC)It's breakfast-time. She goes up to the bar; she did this a couple times when she was hanging out with Etty, too, to hand them food, and the bar takes the meal plan (however that works; she tries not to dwell on it) so she can get some breakfast.
Breakfast comes with a key, and a napkin with a room number on it.
That's curious.
Bella picks up her breakfast burrito and heads up the stairs, eating it one-handed, looking for the room.
The room exists, empty, decorated with landscapes and neat rugs, and there's a sign; it directs her to go check out the new Belltower, in the backyard.
Bella walks slowly, suspiciously, back down the stairs, out the back door, and to the tower. That tower wasn't there before.
But it's there now.