I was jared from my thoughts by a connection forming to the Personal Reality constellation. It was a massive cluster from which my power managed to secure two mid-sized motes. I looked to Survey as the information on what had arrived flooded into my head, and the live feeds from the Workshop were provided to her.
I took a breath, then summoned a portal, taking us directly to the Workshop's new housing complex.
I had been aware that the Lofty Loft was intended to be personal space, but that never really clicked. Frankly, there just wasn't much difference between the square of land that sat above the much larger square of land, except for the fact that one looked down on the other.
That wasn't the case anymore. Now the loft's square was occupied by my new 'Housing Complex'. It was an item from the Personal Reality constellation that provided basic housing for me and everyone else in my workshop. In this case that meant Garment, Tetra, Survey, Fleet, The Matrix, Tybalt, and even Aisha.
Normally the accommodations would have been fairly basic. Small bedrooms, shared bathrooms, a simple kitchen and dining room, and a few general-purpose rooms. That would have been the case, except for the larger mote that was secured along with the Housing Complex. A mote called Opulent Housing, and it certainly lived up to its name.
There were three mansions built on the eight-hundred-meter square of the loft. One on each end and one at the center, with each looking over the wider expanse of the main area, including the landmarks and monuments that it had been dotted with. There were rooms for each member of the team spread between the houses, with each 'room' actually being closer to an apartment complex than anything a sane person would want.
They had ridiculously oversized bedrooms, attached seating areas, reading nook, a complete office, an attached day spa, and an en suite sauna, even for the Matrix, who seemed largely perplexed by the arrangement. The rooms were also immaculately decorated, which is to say nearly to the standard that you would see from my casual work. Each room, actually each house, was personalized to the occupants.
Fleet, Tybalt, and the Matrix shared the house on the freshwater side of the loft, which was a sleek, modern affair. In contrast, the central house had a more classic, regal look to it. It contained the rooms for myself, Survey, Garment, and Tetra. Then there was the house on the salt water side, the smallest of the three and built with direct beach access. It had what could best be described as a pseudo-fantasy design, like a miniature stylized castle, and only one occupant.