Passages Inn OTA

[element_wizard]

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.

Comments

[gazeatchaos]

Ritchie's never been much of one for animals. Frankly, where he's from, he's pretty sure there's several laws regarding animals and certain proximities for food. It's a reminder that is another world where, clearly, regulations are much less defined than the United States of America. ...He does, however, frequent the occasional hipster establishment that may or may not have a patron animal as a haunt.

The cat earns a brief stare back before Ritchie looks away and occupies himself instead with a wild rummaging through the satchel at his side. He never thought to check on the well-being of his items. Removing a few notebooks and placing them on the bartop to be out of the way, he checks on some more valuable contents at the bottom of the bag: a journal and a few wrapped crystals that seem to have made it just fine.

Briefly his eyes move back to the bar hoping the cat has decided to fuck off.

[element_wizard]

Even then the laws probably don't have rules dealing with ghost cats. Though, ghost cats aren't the worst thing to wander through the Inn. There are plenty of critters that meander through. At least Ritchie missed the Great Porg Invasion.

So many porgs.

Soooo many porgs.

Alec returns with a sandwich on a plate and immediately sneezes; fortunately holding the sandwich above his head so he doesn't get snot on it. Another sneeze followed and then a third. He glares at the cat.

"Get out. You know you're not supposed to be in here," He snapped. The cat gives him a haughty look and slips through the bar and then out onto the floor. Tail held high she wandered out of the room as if it were totally her idea.

"Sorry about that. She knows she's not supposed to be in here but..." he shrugged. "Every necromancer I've talked to shrugs and says she is bonded to the Inn and can't be freed until the Inn is destroyed."

The sandwich placed in front of Ritchie.

"There you go. It should be right."

It will be. Alec is good.