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Alec Troven ([personal profile] element_wizard) wrote in [community profile] alternativewriting2016-11-28 10:49 pm
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Passages Inn OTA

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There are Inns out there that exist between worlds and dimensions. They show up just when you need a place to stay, your car having stalled out a mile away or the unexpected rainstorm suddenly starts dropping torrents of water. Or sometimes you’re wandering around the streets in a city and need a place to stay and you spot the door to this Inn which looks friendly and inviting. Going in, things are just a bit off. The patrons are perhaps not quite human; the man behind the desk smiles a bit oddly. However he tells you that you’re in luck. There’s just one room left and you can have it.

But, when you leave the next morning and turn around to see what it’s called, the inn is gone. When you ask people about it, they look at you funny as if they have no idea what you’re talking about. There was never an inn there, they tell you.

And yet you may still have the key in your pocket, the leftover from dinner, a note from a girl you spoke to, just some little token that says well, maybe you’re not completely crazy.

The Passages Inn is one of those Inns.

Built in the middle of an interdimensional nexus it can reach any time or place or space. You just need to find the door and you can come in. If you’re lucky you can find the door again.

Just remember, first Tuesdays are Viking Night and second Thursdays are Poetry Slam.

The proprietor of the Inn is Alec Troven [personal profile] element_wizard All questions and concerns may be addressed to him.
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[personal profile] rhapsody_in 2016-11-29 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
Bleu had no worries whatsoever as she breezed into the bar; her current artist was in a deep slumber for the night, Lucien wouldn't mind that she'd been away, and Alec never failed to offer her the finest in hospitality. Whoever else was in the bar when she entered, the picture of loveliness she always was, she didn't care.

She settled at the bar next to Alec, reaching for the glass of absinthe and raising it to him before she drank. "À votre santé," she murmured, her fondness for French showing. "What's new?"

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[personal profile] voided_huntress 2017-01-04 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
The door is nearly blown in as this soaked redhead stumbles through, holding the door to keep it from slamming against the wall as the storm behind her blows and tries to ravage the interior. She does manage to get the door closed and stands against the door for a moment before looking around.

Blink, blink. "This isn't home..."

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Rory McCallum

[personal profile] crowschild 2017-01-02 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
There didn't used to be a dart board in the Inn's restaurant but Rory brought one in and no matter what the owner did, it refused to leave. The red-head enjoyed plays darts, obviously, though playing with him was risky:

The man was a seventh son of a seventh son which meant that he was Exceptionally Lucky. Things just tilted in his favor. That being said the fact that the Inn was built by a chaos embodiment did interfere with that Luck.

Other times Rory could be found at one of the tables with a glass of whiskey or something else alcoholic and a plate of fish and chips while reading a motorcycle magazine.
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[personal profile] hiddentalent 2017-03-12 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
The Inn was a very pleasant place to visit, Matt had found. While the man behind the desk could give him a chill down his spine every time, the other patrons were generally welcoming and he enjoyed how casual the atmosphere was.

The dart board had caught his attention almost immediately and with his hidden talent, he was able to hit the bullseye almost every time. He hustled any newcomers every time.

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Theodred "Theo" Sammeth

[personal profile] deadmanbusiness 2017-01-02 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Though he feels like he walked over a person's grave when they get near them, Theo is actually a nice guy for a demi-god necromancer. (He's not evil, has no intention of turning you into an undead minion, taking over the world or anything like that.)

Instead the dread demi-god necromancer is oft found in two flavors.

1. A rogue from Eberron who spent far too much time in Ravenloft and the Forgotten Realms and tends to work on his lock picking skills. Because really, some how he's rather miserable at them. He can shoot and stab fantastically, but when it comes to lock picking...

2. the demi-god necromancer who also works on his lock picking skills as well as slight of hand. Sometimes he has a pair of zombie rats with him other times he could be found working steadily on the latest business reports from his father's companies that he watches over or reading some fantasy novel.
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[personal profile] truthtwister 2017-01-04 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
Valiss has been sitting and watching Theo try (and fail) to get that lock picked for... oh, half an hour? He's been sitting very quietly, nursing a beer, and trying not to poke his nose in.

Finally he can't take it anymore. "It's not a set of daggers, friend, you need to be gentle- not stabby."

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Laruna Troven

[personal profile] water_wine_wizard 2017-01-02 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Alec's twin sister. A water wizard who makes wine out of water as a business and a terrible flirt. She likes people. She will happily say hello and offer to break into the Good Stuff when her brother isn't paying attention.

Sadly, she is one of the few people that Alec can't kick out. (Doing that to your sister tends to lead to miserable consequences at home, a constantly soaked bed being the least of them).
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Kale Daly

[personal profile] engineermage 2017-01-04 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
Sitting in the lounge as he's no longer allowed in the restaurant is Kale; bright red hair brilliant green eyes and a tendency for tinkering with things that occasionally go boom. (If he looks rather like the man with the cats, it's because they're identical twins)

1. A prince of Eire, he's psychometric and a technomancer who likes fiddling with electronics, building small drones in the shape of birds to fly about the room. Other things are just coding on a computer.

2. Like the prince of Eire, Kale Delvar also is a psychometric and technomancer. However he wears the insignia of the Galactic Republic army on a pilot's jacket with the rank of sergeant and a lightsaber hangs off his belt. He is often found working on repairing his military gear and fiddling with his blasters. There's also a droid that he's trying to piece together. If one wants to get him ranting ask about his job.

3. And then, not possessed of a single bit of magical talent, this Kale Daly is from an Earth in the 1920s and he's an Irish prince from a deposed monarchy - thanks to Oberon overtaking things. He's got a Winchester to clean and he's working on some experimental bullets. Acid and bullets probably don't go together... likely... probably...

Just... be careful.
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[personal profile] wildgift 2017-01-18 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
Putting things mildly, Stefen was exhausted when he stumbled through the door to Vanyel's room--

--and wound up somewhere else entirely with a gasp of shock to match his expression and a hastily muffled curse.

"Hellsteeth." Maybe he was hallucinating. At this point, he wouldn't have put it past himself. Court was growing more and more tiring each day, and he could only imagine how many hundreds of times worse it was for Randale, deteriorating daily and fighting for every moment and every inch of his life left. He felt a pang of guilt remembering that he was the only reprieve the King had, but what was he supposed to do? He certainly couldn't have gone anywhere that fast by himself. Would he even have known if he'd been through one of those...Gate things? Somehow he'd always thought they were more...fantastical than stumbling through a door with not so much as a please or a by your leave.

Clearly he'd been abducted. And for very different reasons than he would have ever believed in his childhood. For once he was actually valuable.

"Lord and Lady I will never hear the end of this." He straightened and made a face, clearly imitating someone else when he continued speaking "'Do you see, Stefen, they'll take you and use you against me.'" He sighed. "Safest Bard in Haven, indeed."

It was right around then that he noticed he wasn't alone. This was the strangest abduction he'd been a part of. No time for being shy now, though. So he walked up to the man, carefully. He wasn't stupid, after all.

"Pardon me, milord, but I think I've managed to find myself a little lost. Could you please direct me back to Haven? I'm needed in Court in the morning."

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Trever Daly

[personal profile] reincarnshaman 2017-01-04 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
Banished to the lounge because he's covered in cat fur and the owner of a teleporting cat with six teleporting kittens is Trever Daly. With bright red hair and brilliant green eyes He tends to be found on the couches with cats on him while reading.

1. The man is a prince from Eire (if he looks a lot like the man sitting at the table with explosives, it would be because he's an identical twin) with a knack for talking with animals and is a bit of a science fiction and fantasy geek which is what he tends to read.

2. Trever Delvar is a man who has had a brush with the dark side of the Force and is struggling with which way he should go. Here he tends to relax and try not to think about such things. He's got a lightsaber hanging on his belt. Sometimes he'll use the Force to amuse the kittens by wiggling things about in the air for them to chase when he's not reading.

The kittens aren't too much of a problem... besides the teleporting. They're very good at getting into things they shouldn't be, like any other kitten. However the fluffy grey one has a tendency to eat things... as in anything. Metal... magical... as long as it's not organic he'll happily try to eat it.
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Re: Trever Daly

[personal profile] spiderhexes 2017-01-04 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
Caw, caw, panicked flapping, and a rough voice in Elvish shouting, "Get off of me!" as a raven flew in, tucking one wing to roll and dropping a kitten off its back.

Menalya chased after, her face an expression of concern. "Topspin, calm down!" she cried out.

"You don't have a cat trying to eat you!"

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[personal profile] neverwantedtobesith 2017-05-30 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Needing a break from the demands on his attention and time, Garth'zel slips in. Lana and Theron know where to find him if he's actually needed for something, it's fine. The other choice of hiding spot to be undisturbed is his ship, and there's rather more going on here than there.

...Such as the man using the Force to play with kittens. Garth'zel surveys the scene before him for a moment before moving forwards. Interesting. There's definitely a sense of the Dark Side around him, but not as intense as even his own, much less many other Sith he's known. So not a Sith. Although maybe on the way there.

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Maerwyn, the Lady of Choices

[personal profile] choiceness 2017-01-04 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
Maerwyn is surprised when she walks inside, both sets of her eyes taking in the surroundings. A building she hadn't expected, a place she doesn't know, and a choice to enter, see what she could see about it. Not knowing isn't exactly a new condition for her, though. That isn't part of her.

It seems like a warm place, though she doesn't exactly need it--despite the rain outside, she's completely dry. Both of her. Probably for the better since her dress is light and her arms are bare. She would probably be freezing if she'd been soaked by the rain.

She doesn't seem too unapproachable, at least. Just...curious. This place is fascinating, if unexpected. But it has been a while since she's seen something--or someone--so interesting.

When she speaks, it's in turns. First one, then the other.

"It's a new place."

"A strange place."

"A place I wasn't."

"But a place I am."

"A choice made."

"And not made."

Maybe she's a little stranger than the place.
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[personal profile] undeadgodandstar 2017-01-04 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
Twins. And such interesting twins at that. They catch Ashkari's attention right off the bat. Standing up from his seat in the bar, he wandered over a picture perfect image of a Hollywood heart-throb, with golden eyes and the feel of the undead lingering around him. What else would one expect, from a god of the Undead?

"Ah. My lady, I see you're new here, may I perhaps be of service?" he asked, addressing both of them as one entity. It's clear to him, at least, they are one.

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Maisie Doats

[personal profile] amaisieng 2017-01-18 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
Maisie stops by Passages a lot- most of the bars in Cardinal, her home, are under the control of her family and she kind of tries to avoid them most of the time. But Passages is fun and she's been coming here for months now, since she returned from her adventures in the North- adventures that included rescuing a cursed dragon, fighting an angel, and gaining the favour of a goddess.

So she's having a drink, her rapier leaning against her bar stool, and looking around for someone to talk to. Failing that, she's going to play some darts.
Edited 2017-01-18 18:42 (UTC)

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Requiem Argente

[personal profile] voided_huntress 2017-01-18 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Requiem swings by Passages a lot, now that she knows where the door to her world is. She tends to be soaked by what appears to be rain water, and is more often than not drinking something warming while her rain cape dries, hanging near the fireplace.
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Tanec Rheihlin

[personal profile] rheihlin 2017-03-18 08:14 am (UTC)(link)
Separated from his group he needs a drink, the bottle of Elkheart Whiskey he was able to loot from some alcoholic witches tower has long since dried up. The half elf wanders here out of necessity, it's been a difficult road, traveling with difficult individuals and feeling as tense as he was about the entire situation of being the only member in the club of giving a damn, maybe this is needed, a small reprieve, a break. Let them all deal without him for now, he's always on the front of the line, always alone there and it's cumbersome but maybe it's the curse of the fighter. HIs head still hurts from where a magical thumb print was placed, rather harshly by the same alcoholic wizard, being pulled slowly into the world of druids.

It's all new, it's all painful and he just needs a drink.

At the bar he seems uncomfortable in the clothes he wears; this is not what he is used to, it was provided to him and he would grumble about it but it is a rare luxury. He does not stand tall, he is slim, his eyes are grey, his skin tanned, his hair black and pulled back into a small bun, two harpy feathers tied up amongst the style, he looks exhausted but pleased enough to have both hands around a mug of ale looking like he would happily drown in it. This place is strange, it is new, but it's not where he just came from so that is fine by him.
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Alsadair | Herald of Valdemar OC

[personal profile] firestarterinwhites 2017-04-17 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Inns, this Inn, is a lovely break from being a champion and force of Good. Also from having people being a bit wary of him. He was a fire starter. Those were dangerous, those only came at times of danger and they could burn you with fire. Even though he wore the whites.

So finding the Inn was nice, especially when there was a place for Vaylen to run around freely (even if the sky outside was a bit on the strange side). The inn keeper merely blinked at him and directed him to the back when he asked, with a hint of wistfulness in his eyes.

Now, however, he could rest, drink and eat.
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[personal profile] herarrows 2017-04-17 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
Another one? She wasn't even supposed to be at an inn, and yet...here she found herself. Still in her court whites, too--the velvet and silver would draw attention, of course. At least she'd managed to take off the circlet. She didn't need that kind of notice. But finding the Whites on the man only reinforced the opinion that she'd be easy to find. At least she had Caryo with her, though she had to leave the Companion outside. Alberich was going to give her a lecture, she was certain.

At least it was safe to approach someone. So she did. Maybe he'd have more information.

"Herald. I don't suppose you know what's going on here?"

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Jono Sayer

[personal profile] cutting_visions 2017-05-30 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
The young man sits in the lounge by the fireplace. He's dragged a table over to the fireplace and is flipping cards as he watches the room. A closer look shows that he's flipping tarot cards. An even closer look shows that the deck isn't like a normal Earth deck as it has an added suite: bones and some of the higher arcana are different.

Most of the time he flips a card after staring at a person for a while. Other times he just seems to be playing solitaire.


((OOC: Jono is a telepath and tends to be rather free with it, so if you'd like him to hear your characters thoughts put them in the narrative, otherwise he'll be considered blocked by the Innkeeper (rude of him... ). He's also capable of telling the future.))
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Moogie

[personal profile] passages_staff 2017-05-30 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
On one of the tavern tables is a saltshaker. It appears to be an ordinary salt shaker made of glass and metal. At least until it seems to inch over just a little bit towards any fingers on the table.

Or

Is that a saltshaker stuck to the wall? The Inn is kinda weird but... that just seems a bit more weirder than usual.

And did it just growl?

It couldn't have just growled.

Saltshakers don't growl...