alternativewriting | Passages Inn OTA

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

element_wizard All questions and concerns may be addressed to him.

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"It was sort of an accident that my family made it," she says with a small grimace, though she lights up at the offer of a drink. "A warm drink would be pleasant, after that storm."

"Must have been quite an accident to tear a hole in reality."

Gesturing to her to follow him he walked into the restaurant part of the Inn and sidled behind the bar.

"Anything in particular? Otherwise you'll get tea or coffee. Nice thing about the bar is that I can make you anything."

"Mmm, tea please," she says, following him and sitting at the bar. Resting her elbows on the bartop, she rests her head in her hands.

"It was quite the accident. My mother uh... bound herself to our house basically, and shattered reality around it. Sort of."

After a second's thought Alec puts a plate of shortbread biscuits on the bar near her. Shortbread biscuits went well with tea.

"That... is different. I have to say that's the first time which I heard of something like that happening," he said, putting together a cup of tea, dishes clinking together. "And considering what I've seen and done that's saying something."

Requiem shrugs a little as she snags one of the biscuits. Breaking it apart, she chews thoughtfully on it. "It is different. Mom is... kind of not one to be chained by rules and the expectations of others. So she broke them."

Another shrug, bites another piece off. "It caused her to lose her goddesshood, though, so she's... mostly mortal?"

The biscuits might have been Girl Scout cookies in another life; Alec hasn't ever been particular in where he gets his food. If it doesn't poison people, he's happy. Unless he doesn't like the people.

"I've been told I have a healthy allergy to rules, much like my allergy to cats," he said, pushing a cup of tea at her, with sugar, honey, lemon and cream for Requiem's choice. Being Alec, he's mixed up a tea that tastes like ... whatever sort of tea she's feeling like. "I get that - immortality and godliness aren't necessarily related. If immortality were the only requirement to be a deity, then I would be one."

She sips the tea, humming with pleasure at the taste before adding a touch of honey and cream to it. "Oh, I know that well," she responded, nodding. "Immortality isn't all it's said to be."

She shrugs and set the tea cup down. "Witnessed too many wars, battles, deaths.."

"I apparently get to outlive my entire planet," Alec said mournfully. Knowing your future sucked. Knowing it because your future self tended to be chatty tended to be worse.

Reaching out to grab the sugar spoon he started putting in an unhealthy amount of sugar into his cup of coffee that wasn't there a second ago.

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