“I would just like to ask one more time... Does this brown coat really belong to you? And you wear it during the winter?”
Outside the gates, a traveler was asked such a question.
The one asking it was a young female immigration officer.
And the one being asked was a young traveler in a brown coat, who goes by the name Kino.
“That’s right. I’ve always had it.”
Kino answered, and the motorrad (Note: a motorcycle, only to note that it cannot fly) with them added,
“It’s like Kino’s trademark, or something! There’s no way Kino would part with it!”
Upon hearing this, the immigration officer chuckled—an eerie one at that. And then,
“I know right! Isn't brown wonderful? Now here’s your permit. Come in, come in! Please proceed through this pathway. Just push Hermes along with you!”
She stamped on the permit papers delightfully and handed them to Kino.
Kino lightly bowed as they accepted the papers, which they neatly folded and stowed into their black jacket’s pocket.
Then they pushed Hermes along the tunnel that penetrates into the thick walls.
After a while, Hermes asked in a voice only loud enough for Kino to hear.
“I wonder what’s up, Kino? That immigration officer lady was tense for some reason. I wonder if she liked your coat? Or maybe it’s really about brown?”
Kino shook their head.
“I have no idea at all. By the way Hermes, what do you mean by ‘brown’?”
There was the sound of a film roll coming to an end. It seems your character is no longer an audience member, but a part of the story itself. Your character enters the country alongside Kino, who seems to be prepared to climb up astride Hermes once more when they notice your character, too. “Ah... you’re visiting too? Though it looks like it’s too late to do much other than go to the hotel.”
[Taking it out and unfolding it, looking to the map, and then at the streets.]
...This way?
[They fold it up again and begin pushing Hermes down the street. Around them, a variety of restaurants are full of customers, and the air is filled with the comfortable chatter of restaurant-goers and the smell of roasts and pastas and other hearty dishes.]
[The push Hermes in through the double doors of the hotel, leaving Lark in the streets full and busy with restaurant-goers looking to get a warm dinner.]
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"Land of Cooking" —Original—
There was the sound of a film roll coming to an end. It seems your character is no longer an audience member, but a part of the story itself. Your character enters the country alongside Kino, who seems to be prepared to climb up astride Hermes once more when they notice your character, too. “Ah... you’re visiting too? Though it looks like it’s too late to do much other than go to the hotel.”
They may explore as they wish.
Re: "Land of Cooking" —Original—
Well, even if there isn't much to do, it probably wouldn't hurt to take a look around. Where's the hotel?
Re: "Land of Cooking" —Original—
[Taking it out and unfolding it, looking to the map, and then at the streets.]
...This way?
[They fold it up again and begin pushing Hermes down the street. Around them, a variety of restaurants are full of customers, and the air is filled with the comfortable chatter of restaurant-goers and the smell of roasts and pastas and other hearty dishes.]
Re: "Land of Cooking" —Original—
Re: "Land of Cooking" —Original—
At the end of the road is an old but sturdy looking hotel.]
...This must be it. I think I'll pay for my room and turn in for the night. What about you?
Re: "Land of Cooking" —Original—
Re: "Land of Cooking" —Original—
See you tomorrow, then.
[The push Hermes in through the double doors of the hotel, leaving Lark in the streets full and busy with restaurant-goers looking to get a warm dinner.]