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

Re: Simon Gruber

[element_wizard]

What Simon heard was a minor blip of what Alec hears all the time. All. The. Time. It'd be like having a continuous migraine. Even while asleep. And then there's the hearing his alts.

Sometimes being on the other side is a relief. There's no sound, because sound doesn't exist. Nothing does.

"Do you have any idea how hard it is to unknot a mess someone makes of reality!? It's like discovering someone has let a hundred skeins of yarn around a bunch of kittens and cats and in a room with lots of chair legs. And you can't Gordian Knot it to fix things." He twitched with the frustration of an expert discovering that the projected he'd been working on for three months got taken apart by a bunch of amateurs. Worse than that. They were amateurs who considered themselves experts and would take no criticism from the actual expert. "So, yes. I would have slapped you all. If you were lucky."

His frustration isn't directed a Simon or anyone in particular so much as the phantom amateur. This is something he has run into before. And he hates it.