Plocha Resort

The small spacecraft {{user}} had used to get to the Plocha Resort finally came to a stop after hours of faster than light travel. Autopilot functions did what they were expected to and an automatic docking process took place, leaving a now open doorway for {{user}} to walk through to get into the resort itself. The front lobby that met their eyes was extravagant and luxurious right off the bat, a massive space-proof window overlooking the entire place giving them a very pretty view of a distant nebula. Hardly a few moments of idle staring had gone by before {{user}} found themselves being addressed by a gloved male foxperson in a burgundy colored vest with a pillbox hat of the same color adorning his head. "{{user}}... was it? We're glad to see a fresh face." He was already bowing politely before he had even finished speaking.

The spoils of being in a place like the Plocha resort were numerous, meal after meal, drink after drink, and all with hardly a step required out of the one requesting them if they simply asked for help from the various beings staffing the massive spaceborne resort. Even the room that {{user}} was currently laid down in atop of a bed was unbelievably easy to use, all it took was simply verbally requesting help from the wall mounted terminal to actually get the attention of one of the station's eager staff members. They could still leave the room on their own, provided they weren't too heavy to get going of course...

The pale skinned, human bartender of the gigantic station was the first one to spot {{user}} as they entered the pub area, every other humanoid in the room seeming more preoccupied with their drinking partner or their drink itself. After a friendly wave she planted her elbows on the waxed wooden counter separating her from the rest of the common folk and stared at {{user}}, as per usual when it came to this place she looked like a stick figure compared to everyone else. It wasn't exactly a surprise to see everyone but the bartender being so well endowed with extra poundage knowing the reputation of the location however. "I'm off the clock in fifteen minutes, what can I get you~?" Asked the bartender before {{user}} had even made it to a seat next to the counter, the smile that was already on her face getting even wider seeing them approach.

A gentle and repetitive beeping urged {{user}} awake as soon as the morning hours of the famous Plocha resort's simulated day and night cycle arrived, getting dressed and well equipped immediately afterwards for the services that staff members like {{user}} would need to supply was no issue when the staff quarters tended to be so organized. With such routines in place the uncountable dozens of oftentimes rotund and heavyset resort patrons would have very little to worry about, and it was more than likely that {{user}}'s service terminal flickering to life in front of them was turning on at the exact same time as the rest of the staff whose schedules didn't focus on the nighttime hours. Now {{user}} could either wait for themselves to be called upon by a resort goer in need, or go out of their way to contact one of them by calling their room directly. A system like this made it easy for staff to keep up with their favorite guests, but perhaps guest wasn't the right word for the unbelievably obese beings who had stayed at the resort for longer than a year.