#prolo.

Well, it was good they all had somewhere to eat. She wonders idly to herself if they're all expected to cook. Her guess based upon reality TV shows her friends enjoyed was that a staff would be present to make them all meals and with as fine a kitchen, bar, and china as they had set up here, it would only make sense if they did.

Then again, if it was just a bungled expenses job, then she wouldn't be too surprised either. The age old idiom of "don't put all your eggs in one basket" rings a bell in her mind as she steps around the combined kitchen and dining area with curiosity.

Her face ends up twisting a bit, uncertain whether to be amused or not by the fact that they had this alcohol setup just free to use. Even if she didn't know everyone's ages here, there definitely seemed to be someone in that initial meeting that looked under legal drinking age-- at least in the United States anyhow.

She took out a bottle of bourbon, eyeing it suspiciously. Was this all actual alcohol or was it just for looks? She supposed technically so long as they weren't selling the liquor, they were allowed to just give it out without breaching the law. Still, another part of her wondered if this was all extremely diluted or heck, even just cheap stuff in general.

She was just about to try to open the bottle when she sees someone also sidle up to the bar area.

@pellucidepistle

Bedroom suites with a motif of the moon, a library with a ceiling of the sun... it was charming really to see such diametric opposites in the same building. Cigyun finds herself quite taken with looking around the library. Even if the mural itself was quite eye-catching, she finds herself fascinated with just about everything else about the room too.

To see such a classy wood table in the same room as a chandelier that gave off the vibe of a disco ball? Whoever decorated this place seemed like a person she would love to have a cup of coffee with. She's at least led to believe that this room was likely to be owned and furnished both by the exact same person.

Her digits curl around a book on sales in the nonfiction section when she hears someone else enter the room. She quickly takes the book into her possession, intent upon giving the other space should they desire.

( Oh! This is one of the tallest people, isn't it? )

She does not hold the tome to her chest-- instead of positioning it in a meek manner, the way she slightly tilts it against her waist but cradles it against her forearm instead speaks more of poise as she stands up straight and tall and meets the gaze of the ghostwriter.