welcome, new visitors

[modconcierge]

There isn't much fanfare for the new crop of visitors who have come in this month, but what they encounter is quite wondrous. Is it a cruise ship? Is it a hotel? Is it a tiny planet? No one can give them a straight answer, but all are encouraged to take part in the buffet, where visitors may find an assortment of foods both familiar and unfamiliar to them. There is an open mic night happening in one of the lounges on site, featuring staff and visitor performances. Or there are a handful of shops to browse if you're amenable to trading.

Visitors will find that the Hotel Multiverse at the Edge of the Cosmos between Canons (its official name) is very much alive beyond the bustling crowd. In fact, it might just be listening to you and anticipating your needs.

As for the rest? Well, that's up to you. You may as well socialize, right?

Comments

[plantcounselor]

[There's something to be said about being a member of a species of people-shaped nuclear reactors. Vash is basically a walking Geiger counter when it comes to finding sentient power sources. So it isn't long before there's a gangly, three-limbed boy standing outside of the strange, big blue box, staring up at it in confusion.]

H-...hello...? [He creeps closer, putting his remaining hand up near his head as he leaned in to press his ear to the wooden side and listen intently for any sign of a reply.] Can you hear me?

[It's not another Plant. He doesn't think so, at least. But there's no denying the fact that it feels mind-boggingly akin to one of his sisters. He turns to press his forehead against the wood, and for a brief moment, delicate lines of white-blue light begin to glow from his eyes and his face.

But then a man walks up behind him suddenly, startling him, and with a sharp flash of those lines, he gasps and spins, tripping over his own feet as he tries to pull the hood of his too-big coat up over his head before he can manage to "turn them off" and he's caught red-handed.]

Sorry! I don't- I wasn't- I didn't mean to-...huh...? [He begins to peek out once he feels the lines fading away and leaving only the tingle of an embarrassed blush behind them, and a pair of big, blue eyes peek up at the Doctor from the shadow of the oversized hood. Oh. This one's tall, too, like Brad, only not as broad in the shoulders.] "Where am I from???"

[He stammers, stalling for time. His immediate answer wants to be "Ship Three," but that hasn't made any sense to anyone in over a year, and he realizes no one on this ship will know what that means, either. They aren't part of SEEDS, they want to know where he comes from in the greater sense. And he can't say "Ship Five," either, because that's just the same problem and might make him talk about things he doesn't want to share with strangers, on top of everything else.

They probably also don't know the city of Octovern, either. No one on this ship, and even the ship itself, don't look like anything he's used to back home. They probably don't know the Seven Cities from a hole in the ground.]

Um...You mean like what planet? Or-...I don't-...Um...that's-...kind of complicated...

[familyalien]

[The Doctor stares at the other, he watches the other trip over his own feet. Clearly exhausted from something. He goes to offer a hand to help the other up.]

Are you alright? Why's that?

[The Doctor asks curiously.]

[plantcounselor]

[He peered at the offered hand warily for a moment before reaching out and taking it and shuffling to his feet with a quietly-mumbled 'thank you.' He took a moment to dust himself off, discreetly eyeing the places he knew his lines were fastest to appear to make sure they were out before pushing back his hood. Luckily, the moment gave him a chance to try and come up with some kind of answer.]

I'm ok. I'm just...not from...Earth. [Even admitting to that made him give a little cringe. They were in space, so that shouldn't be a shock, right?] There aren't many people where I'm from. I don't think anyone will know it.

[And if they did, and they were anyone but a very select number of people, admitting that he was from No Man's Land and giving them a chance to recognize his face could have, from what he's been able to glean from eavesdropping on the adults' hushed whispers back home, very drastic consequences for him.]

[familyalien]

[That hand is extra cool. Like someone might not be human.] You're sure you're alright?

[The Doctor asks with concern and then with a thinky face]

That's alright. We all can't be from Earth.
[There's a playful twinkle in his eyes]

[There's a look of dread on The Doctor's face when that is mentioned. He remarks with a very serious tone] Why aren't there a lot of people from that place?