oo1 {location: mansion; lobby} i don't think we're in central park anymore
Welcome to the City of El Dorado, Doctor. Or do you prefer Miss Coolidge?
For a moment, all Emma could do was stare with a dumbfounded expression at the woman sitting at the front desk. The woman who had just greeted her not with words, but sign language. Questions were running rampant through her mind as she stared. How did this woman know she was deaf? Her name? Her former profession? Where was she? Yes, the name was apparently El Dorado, but where was that? She had been in Central Park not five seconds earlier.
With a slight shake of her head, Emma hesitantly stepped closer to the desk. "It's Emma," she answered absently, while her fingers immediately began to sign out something else entirely. How did I get here? Why am I here? I want to go home!
She finished her statement and let her hands fall back at her sides. Already she was going from wary and confused to irritated. She'd already had one hell of a night, had already had more than enough excitement to last her a lifetime. She felt dirty, she felt guilty, and the tips of her fingers were throbbing where the split skin served as a constant reminder of everything that had taken place over the last few hours. Unfortunately, as Emma learned over the new few moments of conversation with the receptionist, there was no going home. Apparently she was in some city created by 'the Gods', had been hand-picked as being worthy enough to live there, and now had a key to a room and a shiny new communication device that looked suspiciously like a cell phone, for her trouble.
It was ridiculous. Then again, her life for the past few months had become ridiculous, and if there was one thing Emma had come to realize recently it was that fighting such things really was rather pointless. So rather than cause a scene, she'd finally accepted the offered items and wandered away from the front desk to better take in her surroundings.
She had to admit, the place was nice from the looks of it. Not that the niceness made up for being kidnapped, but at least she wasn't going to have to stay in poor conditions until she was able to leave. Because Emma knew she would be able to leave, eventually. Either through her own action or that of another - and yes, she would freely admit most of her money was betting on Peter at this point - she would see her real home again. For now, though, she simply set out to explore with a wary expression on her face and her communication device clutched in her uninjured hand as though it might somehow protect her from whatever else she might encounter.