I should not be at the Marquise Estates. During the dry season, this place is the most expensive resort on the planet. During the rainy season, no one would be caught dead here. It’s too bad Rio’s moons and rings make weather control here tricky. We could all benefit from sunnier skies and fewer wet days.
Rain pours from the sky as Jinzo, Ken, Gus, and I are escorted to our suite of rooms along an elevated outside path. The floating canopy above us does little to keep us from getting soaked even wearing ponchos and carrying umbrellas. We can’t even run for shelter because jellies cover the path in front of us. Jellies that can make us slip and fall to our deaths. Two service personnel inch along in front of us, sweeping the jellies from the path with brooms. They slosh over the side and plop into the forest below.