Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190417003707/@comment-5543592-20190419204134

The door unsealed when Morgan twisted the release valve, revealing a room full of tech-no do dads. Machines whirred and hummed pleasant as they worked.

The maze wound and continued and bound all the way around. Soon enough, Denis was walking back over the line he had made in the ground. Which should not have been possible. And, frustratingly enough, the mark he had made on the wall wasn't far either, about ten feet or so ahead, on his left. In fact, it appeared to have moved.

"Man, and I thought this place was something the first time." Josey muttered.

The lobby had tiled floors. The interior walls were stonework, the exterior walls steel. The ceiling had a leaning curved, and was asymetrical. Several people milled about, dressed shoes clicking on the floor, heading this way and that to their destination. There were numerous offshoots from the lobby.

A young woman sat at a large, half-circle receptionist desk.

As for guards, there were men in suits with ear pieces positioned around the room at various locations. They were very Yakuza looking.