[center][b]Hotel[/b][/center]

As Shiroe moved down to greet the lizard, he saw several people disappear to explore. The tactician decided he'll tell the rest of the knowledge he has learned once he has was done listening. Seeing that there were several others still lounging nearby, the Bangaa then nodded and cleared its throat- making a gravelly gargling sound. "Right so, this hasn't been the first time this has happened. The City's been floating about here for about two years now, and this here's batch of Challengers- youse guys, are the eighth generation. The closest any other has gotten to was Day 19, now that was a crazy one." The lizardman chuckled, lost in memory lane. 

"But anyways, everyone of the others failed or dropped out, so the cycle always reset back to Day 1. As for the Challenges themselves, there are usually objectives that are divided into one of many categories. The most simple one is to simply defeat something or someone in battle, though they will likely have forces arrayed against you. Then there's something where you have to defend a place from invaders. Ones where you have to finish something within a time limit or find something for someone. They'll all be grand in scale and the City will warp its settings to fit a Theme. One time the entire place became a chain of islands in a giant sea and everyone had to go about in ships or boats!" The redskinned lizard said enthusiastically. "Crystal clear blue waters, golden sand, plenty o' sunshine! Now that was a blast! And there was another time when zombies attacked. That one wasn't so great..." Standing about near the lobby with the opened doors, it was pretty easy for any newcomer to see and hear that scene, such as Korra.

[center][b]Clearing[/b][/center]

Ranma was about to say something sarcastic and blunt before the situation turned into- well, one of his normal days. Meaning someone shows up and lobs an attack, there's retaliation, and then a big old ball of violence would ensue. This proved no different as a wall of water liberally smacked him in the face and washed him into the ground... where he came back up as a girl. With an irate face, the now redheaded girl muttered under her breath and stood up to wring the excess water from her now sodden clothes that emphasiszed her womanly curves. "Right, that's par the course..." And then she looked around and found everything had turned almost as weird as it could back home. "...I hate my life..." Though she lost some of her annoyance as she saw an African man popped up, hoping to calm everything. The fact that someone had a clear head actually made her respect the guy. "Go on then, man. I could use a bit of good news." The pigtailed girl said, walking towards him with her hands on her hip in an unconscious feminine action.