Adams. But it was quite a show , though the crew was…inspired.”
Sarah shrugged a shoulder and heaved a sigh, rolling her eyes a little. “Well, anything for the cause. So, wh en do we get to go back to the hotel and rest?”
With a low chuckle, Eamon whipped out his phone. “Any time. I’ll call the shuttle service.” He spoke briefly on the phone and then said to her, “It’ll be about thirty minutes. Go round up the guys.”
She found them in the side room they were using for the Mirrored Nation: Reflections demo tomorrow. They’d run through the presentation, checked out the local audio equipment and decided to use their own. “Hey guys, the shuttle is on its way,” Sarah told them.
“Great!” Kyle said as he put his hands on his hips and arched his back. “I could really use some down time.”
“So, finish up and we’ll get the hey-ho out of here.”
“Sounds good. Let’s go ,” Hank said.
As the guys headed toward the door, Sarah found Eamon back at the booth and went to the foyer to watch for the shuttle. When it arrived, they climbed in and rode in silence.
Just before they reached the hotel, Eamon looked everyone over. “Listen, if you want to eat here in the hotel or have room service, just put it on your room tab. If you’re planning to go out tonight, you’re on your own.”
“Got it, boss. Thanks.” The guys said.
When they arrived at the hotel, S arah headed up to her room longing for a hot bath. While she waited for the tub to fill, she logged into her laptop and brought up her email. The DLC team sent a storyline they wanted to propose along with outlines for the character companions they wished to create. Sarah read through it. She loved the plot and most of the dialogue trees were great, but Sarah was not happy with the art concepts for the companions. The team had used the standard maps for the faces. Sarah thought that this DLC was a chance to introduce additional face models and hairstyles to the series. Still, all of this was a great start.
Sarah remembered her bath just in time. She found her pajamas and her Terry Pratchett book and climbed in for a nice, long soak. She read until the water began to cool, and then she washed up and got into her PJs.
She realized she was hungry and called room service. A few moments later there was a knock on the door. Sarah opened the door to find Eamon standing outside. He’d obviously taken advantage of the bathing facilities because his hair was still damp and he had on clean sweat pants and a t-shirt.
He eyed her up and down. “Ah, Kate Hepburn man-jams. Another mystery solved.”
Sarah crossed her arms. “I thought you were room service.”
“It might be a good i dea to look through the little peephole before you open the door, Miss Adams. Just so you know who you’re inviting in.” Eamon stood there. “Well, am I invited in?”
Sarah had to smile at that. “You sound like a vampire. Should I put on a cross?”
“Couldn’t hurt,” he teased.
“Come in then ,” Sarah said, stepping out of his way. “How can I help you, Mr. Byrne?” She said as he came into the room.
Eamon turned to face her. “Do you have a printer?”
“Yeah, I do.” Sarah walked over to one of the cases and opened it. Inside it was a small printer and a couple reams of paper. “Here it is.”
Eamon knelt by the case a nd closed it back up. “Excellent,” he said as he lifted up the case.
There was another knock on the door and this time, Sarah looked through the peephole at the same time the man said, “Room service.”
Sarah opened the door. The young man brought the cart into the room and put the tray on the table along with a large pot of tea. Sarah signed for the meal and let the man out.
Eamon walked o ver and lifted the lid. “Prime rib?” He looked to Sarah and pretended to be shocked. “You ordered prime rib on my tab?”
“Yep, rare with a baked potato, yeast roll and asparagus.” Sarah stared down at the plate.
Sarah shrugged a shoulder and heaved a sigh, rolling her eyes a little. “Well, anything for the cause. So, wh en do we get to go back to the hotel and rest?”
With a low chuckle, Eamon whipped out his phone. “Any time. I’ll call the shuttle service.” He spoke briefly on the phone and then said to her, “It’ll be about thirty minutes. Go round up the guys.”
She found them in the side room they were using for the Mirrored Nation: Reflections demo tomorrow. They’d run through the presentation, checked out the local audio equipment and decided to use their own. “Hey guys, the shuttle is on its way,” Sarah told them.
“Great!” Kyle said as he put his hands on his hips and arched his back. “I could really use some down time.”
“So, finish up and we’ll get the hey-ho out of here.”
“Sounds good. Let’s go ,” Hank said.
As the guys headed toward the door, Sarah found Eamon back at the booth and went to the foyer to watch for the shuttle. When it arrived, they climbed in and rode in silence.
Just before they reached the hotel, Eamon looked everyone over. “Listen, if you want to eat here in the hotel or have room service, just put it on your room tab. If you’re planning to go out tonight, you’re on your own.”
“Got it, boss. Thanks.” The guys said.
When they arrived at the hotel, S arah headed up to her room longing for a hot bath. While she waited for the tub to fill, she logged into her laptop and brought up her email. The DLC team sent a storyline they wanted to propose along with outlines for the character companions they wished to create. Sarah read through it. She loved the plot and most of the dialogue trees were great, but Sarah was not happy with the art concepts for the companions. The team had used the standard maps for the faces. Sarah thought that this DLC was a chance to introduce additional face models and hairstyles to the series. Still, all of this was a great start.
Sarah remembered her bath just in time. She found her pajamas and her Terry Pratchett book and climbed in for a nice, long soak. She read until the water began to cool, and then she washed up and got into her PJs.
She realized she was hungry and called room service. A few moments later there was a knock on the door. Sarah opened the door to find Eamon standing outside. He’d obviously taken advantage of the bathing facilities because his hair was still damp and he had on clean sweat pants and a t-shirt.
He eyed her up and down. “Ah, Kate Hepburn man-jams. Another mystery solved.”
Sarah crossed her arms. “I thought you were room service.”
“It might be a good i dea to look through the little peephole before you open the door, Miss Adams. Just so you know who you’re inviting in.” Eamon stood there. “Well, am I invited in?”
Sarah had to smile at that. “You sound like a vampire. Should I put on a cross?”
“Couldn’t hurt,” he teased.
“Come in then ,” Sarah said, stepping out of his way. “How can I help you, Mr. Byrne?” She said as he came into the room.
Eamon turned to face her. “Do you have a printer?”
“Yeah, I do.” Sarah walked over to one of the cases and opened it. Inside it was a small printer and a couple reams of paper. “Here it is.”
Eamon knelt by the case a nd closed it back up. “Excellent,” he said as he lifted up the case.
There was another knock on the door and this time, Sarah looked through the peephole at the same time the man said, “Room service.”
Sarah opened the door. The young man brought the cart into the room and put the tray on the table along with a large pot of tea. Sarah signed for the meal and let the man out.
Eamon walked o ver and lifted the lid. “Prime rib?” He looked to Sarah and pretended to be shocked. “You ordered prime rib on my tab?”
“Yep, rare with a baked potato, yeast roll and asparagus.” Sarah stared down at the plate.
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