Okay so now you guys are outside your bungalows. The hotel aesthetic had long faded to the grand bewitched brass bridges and mechanisms of the colossal fountain in the main square, which in turn faded to the peaceful, almost suburban feel of the inner peripheral. The inner peripheral, you could probably summarize a good chunk of it as just a collection of various words followed by "court" and then linked together with parks, pathways, and accommodation. You do notice a hotspring and a couple sparring arenas though, probably gonna be using one or the other soon enough.
Anyway, your bungalows, they each have light rail stop right in front of them, the system splitting off from a hub just outside the the general stretch of beach they're all built along. When it comes down to it, they're basically just small luxury houses, not really surprising when it comes down to it, the realm's got magic out the damn ass and it seems like no one's afraid to splurge a little. Full temperature, breeze and humidity control, adjustable sound and temperature insulation, filtered windows that can simulate day or night and let in a breeze without even needing to open. Shit's got wifi, a full kitchen with the same weird pigeonhole appliance Noriko now owns, oh and, no instruction manuals at all. You have no fucking idea how to use any of this.
It's fortunate then, that putting your bags down does not require a user manual.