Dark Ridge Resort
Jessica, the receptionist, smiled at Ms. Bhati, as she looked up her reservation. There it was, Jessica got a small packet from the rows of shelves behind the desk, and handed it to Zaynab and signaled for a bell boy to come collect her bags and lead her to the room reserved for Ms Bhati. The bell boy, a tall broad fellow called Jim, who'd grown up not to far from Dark Ridge, came right over expertly collecting Ms Bhati's bags before leading her to her room. Right this way Ma'am. You've got a real nice suite, with an excellent view if I do say so m'self. Jim walked over to the elevators and walked into the first empty one, waiting for Ms. Bhati to get on before taking her up to the third floor, the highest that the elevator served. Jim got of, and walked down a long hall, turned a corner and wen to the end of this hall, where an ornate Mahogany door stood tall and dark. Jim swiped his utility card, and a chime sounded then three seconds later the door unlocked, and he opened it stepping into the front hall of a surprisingly middle eastern flavored room. It wouldn't be mistaken for anything but an American room, but the drapes and bedspread where done in eastern style, even one of the couches could be reset to match the eastern divan if so desired.
To the left you'll see the kitchenette, with fully stocked fridge, microwave, two eye stove, small oven, and large sink. Here on the right is your coat closet, though I doubt you'll need it this time of year. Straight through here is the living room, with a nice bay window over looking valley bellow and the mountains around here. You can't see the pool from here, but you can just catch a glimpse of the lake over to the right if you look. Jim walked into the living room, which opened up to left and connected with the kitchenette, and then to a door on the right wall almost at the back of the room. Stepping through the open door, he finally set Ms Bhati;s things down and continued his little tour. He stood looking at Ms Bhati, till he remembered the screened deck behind him, across from the bathroom, which he stepped back to present to Ms Bhati. This is your bedroom Ma'am, and that's your bathroom. There's a powder room off the kitchenette for any guests that come calling. You've got a hot tub and a shower, to suite your tastes. Oh, and these sliding doors are to a screened deck with an acrylic roof so you can see the stars on a clear night or enjoy the wind of a rainstorm without having to get wet. Jim looked around and took a deep breath checking to make sure that he hadn't forgotten anything. And remembered one last thing, and made his way back to her front door as he spoke. One last thing and then you can have your peace ma'am, I promise. You remember that my card opened the door after a chime, yes? Well all service cards will do that unless you press this little button over the latch. Pressing it is like leaving a do not disturb sign, but more secure. As long as the button is depressed, as it is now, service cards will not open the door, though a soft chime will still sound. If there is no response then house keeping will come back by later that same day. Your card will always open the door, and will not sound a chime. That's all I have Ma'am, do you need anything else or will that be all? Jim hoped to get a tip, like any bell boy, but he was to proud to ask for one, so if that was all Ms. Bhati required of him, he would leave, closing the door behind him, with the "Do Not Disturb" button still depressed. The fridge held no alcohol and was stocked entirely with kosher foods, fruit drinks and some sodas. If Ms. Bhati wished to eat anything or have the fridge stocked with anything not presently available she needed only to pick up one the two phones, one in the living room and one on the bedside table, and request the items from room-service.
Dig Site
Tecumseh noticed that neither hand showed any signs of having received a shock, which shouldn't have been possible... unless... she hadn't been entirely joking with her flippant little phrase earlier. Stepping back he considered her carefully, but Mr. Schultz walked up before anything else could be said, demanding to know what was going on. Tecumseh pointed to the ruined blower and said that if Mr. Schultz didn't start maintaining his equipment any better, he'd personally see to it that the site was closed until a new manager was found. Mr. Schultz probably didn't like it, but it was an unnecessary safety hazard that would be certain to put the courts on the land owner's side so gritted his teeth and asked, as sweetly politely as he could, what had brought Tecumseh down to the dig site.
Curiosity. I wanted to see what you had found so far, which I haven't done yet.
Mr. Schultz decided to take his guest to see what had been uncovered so far and get him away from Alessa and Jason, he'd meant what he'd said earlier. Tecumseh wished Alessa and Jason a good day. Then he winked at Jason and suggesting he bring "his" girl up to the resort for a nice evening, and ask to ask for Tecumseh personally if he did. Before either could respond properly, he turned and follow Mr. Schultz to see what ever he could, leaving the two youngsters to deal with the sudden awkwardness themselves. He'd honestly said it more to get Jason's mind off of what had just happened than to cause embarrassment; and because he knew what it was like to be feared and suspected by those around him. Tecumseh hoped that by diverting both their minds, the blower wouldn't cause to much distrust and fear between the two. He knew he'd have to come back and check on the Alessa in the not to distant future, and then he realized that he didn't even know her name, but it was to late to ask now as Mr. Schultz babbled on about what he was achieving at the dig.
