OOM: Iceland
Sep. 9th, 2015 08:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
onceavikingThe trip ended up being rather uneventful. That is often the case when you spend the actual time traveling in a sleek coffin, as you do when you are a vampire traveling with Anubis Air during daytime.
They'd arrived in Keflavík Airport just before sundown, and the coffins had been taken by to Reykjavik, a 45 minute drive on a good day. Or night. As it were.
The hotel was of the big, boxy and shiny variety, although the windows had obviously been blinded once it had been bought up by Carmilla, a hotel chain catering to vampires across the globe.
The concierge was an attractive, lithe blond female vampire who spoke perfect English and matched the Nordic decor. Everything was light and airy and minimalistic with designer furniture, a futuristic fireplace and elegantly draped sheepskins atop the couches.
"We have your suite ready. It is the Presidential Suite on the top floor and it is annexed by an additional bedroom. Will you be using coffins or beds?"
There was discreet posters advertising the spa, harnessing the magic and might of a natural, thermal spring. Vampires and a few humans were scattered about the lobby. Two of the humans were acting as pre-dinner drinks in a way that would not have flown back in Louisiana. Not in a place with windows this size at ground level.
They'd arrived in Keflavík Airport just before sundown, and the coffins had been taken by to Reykjavik, a 45 minute drive on a good day. Or night. As it were.
The hotel was of the big, boxy and shiny variety, although the windows had obviously been blinded once it had been bought up by Carmilla, a hotel chain catering to vampires across the globe.
The concierge was an attractive, lithe blond female vampire who spoke perfect English and matched the Nordic decor. Everything was light and airy and minimalistic with designer furniture, a futuristic fireplace and elegantly draped sheepskins atop the couches.
"We have your suite ready. It is the Presidential Suite on the top floor and it is annexed by an additional bedroom. Will you be using coffins or beds?"
There was discreet posters advertising the spa, harnessing the magic and might of a natural, thermal spring. Vampires and a few humans were scattered about the lobby. Two of the humans were acting as pre-dinner drinks in a way that would not have flown back in Louisiana. Not in a place with windows this size at ground level.
