“night island for your boomer fledgling” wip
It’s an absolute monstrosity, a glowing gold-and-orange identity crisis of a compound, more theme park than resort - and in fact there is an actual ferris wheel shamelessly turning in the middle of the chaos.
“You are speechless,” Armand says, flat and resigned.
Daniel can’t imagine what other reaction Armand had anticipated, but Armand is nothing if not someone who anticipates shit so Daniel thinks that he must be missing something here.
“I guess I didn’t expect laying low to look quite like this,” Daniel musters up, as casually as he can.
A short round of fireworks pops off in the distance. Jesus Christ.
“I have no intention of ‘laying low,’” Armand scoffs. “I have curated a space that will attract a wide variety of guests, while also signaling to our adversaries that we have great resources at our disposal which-”
He keeps talking, explaining, each sentence more nervous than the last. Daniel half-listens as he tries to place a memory itching at the back of his mind. When he spots a skybridge between the two largest buildings of the resort he finally scratches it.
“Armand, I need you to Google ‘Habitrail’ for me. One word. One T.”
