Switzerland
Switzerland
Henri Escoval, his parents' friend, had arranged a chauffeur for him, as Bad Ragaz was over an hour away from Zürich by car. The flight attendant had been very helpful in getting him out of his seat and helping the chauffeur get him into the car, and he warmly thanked her. She smiled, nodded and left while his chauffeur – whose name was Frank – put his luggage away and started the car.
Jay was pooped after such a long flight, and dozed off. When Frank pulled the car to a stop in front of the resort, a man came forward and spoke with a French accent "Mr. Aslan?"
Jay nodded and the man smiled, "My name is Larry, and I'll be your aide for the remainder of your trip, if you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask, I am here for that."
"Could you please help me bring the luggages up to my room? I'm so tired I'll probably sleep until tomorrow."
Larry raised his eyebrows at that and Jay thought it helpful to add "It was a long flight."
***
When Jay woke up the next day, it was 6:30 am. He had gone to sleep at around 6pm so that was about right.
He sat up on his bed and smiled, he felt refreshed.
"Stats."
[Showing host's current status]
Jay Aslan - Male - 15 Years Old
Level 1. Exp 0/10.
– Attributes –
Appearance: 13
Intelligence: 15
Charm: 8
Strength: 3 (-8)
Agility: 3 (-8)
Health: 3 (-8)
– Skills –
[Prime] N/A
[Sub]
English: 5/5
Korean: 4/5
Swedish: 4/5
French: 4/5
Russian: 3/5
Attribute Points: 0
Skill Points: 0
Overall Evaluation: In terrible shape, hurry up and get better, host!
He had wondered why the languages he knew hadn't shown up on the screen, apparently skills were divided in two categories, the prime ones, and the sub ones. The sub ones were automatically hidden so he had asked the system to show them from now on.
He got out of his bed and took in his surroundings. Henri had actually arranged for a Junior Suite, and the view from his bedroom was to die for.
He slowly made his way to the bathroom, he could call some of the staff for help but the thought of being ogled and touched by strangers seriously put him off.
The bathroom was the size of his old appartement and he couldn't help but chuckle, rich people were different. He was about to take a quick shower when he took notice of his long hair and decided to do something about it.
He found an electric razor with different guards and put the #2 on.
He started from the top of his head and dragged it up to the bottom of his neck and he repeated the process until all his locks had disappeared.
And tad-ah, a good ol' buzz cut!
It was ugly as fuck.
But he would be here for 6 months and he figured that was plenty of time for hair to grow. He looked at his face in the mirror and also considered growing a beard. He didn't have much facial hair but then again half a year should be enough to grow it to a decent size. He shook his head, no, he would just grow one when he got a little older.
He turned the shower on and jumped in, he quickly washed himself but was careful enough not to slip.
He go out, put a bathrobe on and went back to his room wondering where the staff had put his clothes when he noticed the walk-in closet. He hobbled to its entrance and turned on the lights; his clothes had been put away and carefully arranged by color, season and brand. He sighed, rich people... were really different.
He put on some loose jogging pants, a tank top and black hoodie. He picked a pair of socks and put on sneakers shoes. It took him a whole 15 minutes to finish dressing and he collapsed on his bed panting when he was done.
His body was seriously a mess. He didn't budge for a good 5 minutes, and when he glanced at the clock, it was 7:10 am.
He waited for Larry to come and get him so they could have breakfast, and when he did, the man was so startled at the haircut that he forgot to inquire about how he had even changed.
Jay chuckled at his face, he sat in his wheelchair (an electric one this time), and made his way to the door.
Larry snapped out of it and hurriedly followed.
"Mr. Aslan, we'll have breakfast in the resort's restaurant, then you'll be free until we meet with Dr. Sanders this afternoon order to plan for your rehab. Is there something you'd like to do in between?"
Jay thought about the promise he'd made to Lou before leaving and earnestly asked "Do you know where they sell dolls here?"