The topmost floor of the Lady of the Ocean was devoted solely to the casino's best and most exclusive restaurant, The Whitecrest Cove. The elevators opened up to a large lobby of similar decoration to the hotel rooms and suites. The wide hallway ended shortly at a set of large open doors, blocked by a long winding section of velvety red ropes that wove through a small crowd of Nepleslia's finest high-rollers and budding socialites.
The large doorway was headed by a single receptionist behind a small podium. From the hallway lobby, those awaiting their reservations could see that beyond the doors was a single circular room with a large spiral staircase in the center, which was apparently the actual entrance to the restaurant. The walls of the stairwell were backlit, the walls themselves covered in a long trickling water system which fed into rows of raised foliage ringing the room and the single walkway leading towards the staircase. The spiral staircase itself was very wide, built to accommodate both incoming and outgoing traffic at the same time. The steps were paned crystal glass with a light blue hue, framed with silver.
Off to the side, near a large decorative clay vase, stood the small group of Cirrus Station honorary guests, consisting of Head Administrator Cassefin Montreal, Administrator Purina Popjoy, and George Resetti, another member of Squad 35. It was 15 minutes or so until their reservation time, and Cassefin was looking particularly impatient.
Cassefin, having only an hour or so to truly prepare for the occasion, did fairly well for the time she was allotted; the red-haired super scientist was wearing a long, formal black dress with a conservative v-neck and bare back, a black lace sash pulled around her waist and a single, flowerbud arrangement of dark fabric clasping the outfit together at the small of her back. Cassefin chose not to do up her hair as elaborately as earlier, possibly due to time constraints; instead, the administrator had left her hair straight, her bangs pulled to her right side with a single jeweled hairclip. Without her usual ponytail, Cassefin's hair fell down just past her shoulders; a markedly different look for the woman, who's hair was usually pulled up in some manner or another.
Purina Popjoy, not looking to be outdone, had chosen a black dress with a frilled bands of fabric wrapping around the body every few inches. The hem of her dress was a tad shorter than Cassefin's, and Purina's mass of beautiful pink hair was pulled up in yet another one of her elaborate designs, delicate curls forming a slightly spherical shape. The perky biological science major had retained her elated mood, making sure to smile at anyone who gave her so much as a passing glance.
George Resetti was, for the most part, the least impressive of the three. He was wearing a simple black jacket and slacks, with silky black tie above a crimson red dress shirt beneath the jacket. The slightly short Nepleslian tossed his sharp, intimidating sanpaku eyes around the room, hands planted into the pockets of his jacket. The man was without his shadow this evening, however; squadmate Lenny was nowhere to be seen, with his large frame impossible to otherwise miss in a small crowd.
