It felt far too good to be true, like some detail had to be missing or glanced over to pull people in. Despite that feeling, no amount of research would pull much of anything wrong with the society other than groups of people leaning sedentary on its features. Living with such support had to be freeing, but oddly enough, the idea of living in a way where your name had an inherent value that could increase or decrease your spot in society was terrifying, possibly even more than the currency based life she was used to living. Thankfully she didn’t have to think of moving in, at least, not yet, because that wasn’t why she was there.
Eden was known for many things, she noticed, but ghost tours were not on that list, despite the Wild Hearts program sending her here in pursuit of one particular supported tour. What drove her to accept the invitation was something she had trouble putting into words, so the best explanation she could rightly give on the matter was ‘I really had nothing better to do.’ Which, either way, proved inevitably true.
The next few hours drug on, from leaving the ship, meeting with a guide, getting briefed on more information she’d forget nearly immediately simply because of how much if it there was, and then having hear stuff brought to a nearby hotel that she’d be staying at for the next few days, regardless at how long or short the actual event ended up being. She had heard that the other person was also at the hotel, but she had heard nor seen anything about this other partner. Their pure anonymity was a feature of the program, she recalled quite blatantly.
It was, Naomi had to admit, perhaps the strangest hotel she had been in. Not just for its clean, absurdly well kept aesthetic, but it seemed to be designed to house people far taller than she was. The elf, standard sized and sitting in her casual clothes, felt downright puny as she waited for the person she was supposed to meet to arrive.