[@AeonSpiral]

The door opens, with some difficulty, seemingly pushing aside a large sand-drift that had propped itself up against the door. The hotel looks very different, half-flooded with sand, the air dense with a playstation-era yellow fog effect, and everything seemingly frozen in time... featureless Glass mannequins stand mid-motion amid the sand drifts. Pushed by the door, the bellboy shatters on the floor.

The gardener's whistling persists.

[i]I feel pretty![/i] *snip!* [i]Oh so pretty![/i] *snip!*

[@DJAtomika]

The clock's ticking seemed to slow as her mind raced. It grew louder, more drawn out. There was an incessant beeping noise coming from outside the room's door.

[@Eviledd1984]

"I'm afraid I don't know much more than what I told the girl..." the Clerk says, "He was a young-looking drifter, 20 at most, who carried a notebook with him. He protested against us through every step of construction, and threatened one of the guys in charge with a shovel, but I think he's been arrested now."