Anytime a body is stolen from their plane of origin, yanked who knows how far across reality, and thrust into another dimension it's disorienting. One more, you're infiltrating an ancient Mayan complex with a mysterious and alluring stranger who hasn't even told you her name and the next you're being jarred back into awareness by the sound of a very large fountain, the spray from which chills you more than you would have expected as it touches your skin.

Years of training brought his senses into focus enough that he was able to pay attention to the address at the fountain, but he cursed his distraction as a bag was shoved in his hand, turning just in time to see the gnome get lost in the crowd. If he were a younger man, he would have gone off after the individual, but he’s grown a sense of brevity and he was of a mind to learn more about this place before he ploughed headlong into it.

So, instead, the lithe brunette with in the sunglasses, sporting a pair of loose-legged pants and a lavender tshirt that declares “No Father to My Style” makes his way to the building sporting the same color roof as his bag: gray. As he stepped in from the summer sun he removed those sunglasses, looking around the foyer with a practiced and meticulous nonchallance. Anybody who happens to be in the room, say near the bar or relaxing in a chair, gets a playful smirk.

“Bonjour, mon ami. You know where I can find the concierge? I got a few questions if they got the time.”

[The video feed cuts on to a comfortable living room, the phone itself propped up on a stand of some kind, which affords Remy use of his hands. He appears to be building a house of cards on a low table in front of his sofa and only glances over momentarily to check to the activity of the feed, but it’s enough to get a look at his black eyes for anyone unfamiliar.]

Bonjour, mes amies. We’re a pretty ecclectic group, ain’t we?

[His accent makes ‘ecclectic’ sound like ‘eee-clectic’.]

Now, I’ve seen the tavern, and that place gets pretty excitin’ once the sun goes down, but I been curious: what do y’all do for fun around here? Anything together, or are we a group of persons collected here rather than people, if you get my meanin’? Seems a shame if it’s the former, non?