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

[horseproblems]

You know! The singer! Well, he used t'be Prince, then he changed his name to this weird symbol that nobody knew how to pronounce. Uh...anyway, it's nice to meet you!

How do you think we all ended up here?

[familyalien]

Right. Him.

Well - I think that we're all hovering over some Nexus point in the multiverse with this hotel.

[horseproblems]

Ah, man...yeah! Like in X-men or something.

[ He turns in a little circle, his hooves thumping dully on the nice lobby carpet. ]

I hope we don't gotta pay for rooms...a place like this must cost wild credits.

[familyalien]

Since we were transmitted, I would hope our host did it intently.

And that's what I wonder, how this all happened and why.

[horseproblems]

Oh good. What's good to drink here?

[ He gestures to the Doctor's vibrant beverage and lets out a whuffering noise from deep in his chest. ]

[familyalien]

I wouldn't with the hypervodka, it's extremely strong. Don't want you passed out. But you could always get a screwdriver.

[horseproblems]

[ Maurice just Looks at the Doctor for a second before he laughs.]

Dude, I'm like...three times bigger than you. I'm not afraid of a little vodka.

[familyalien]

This is no ordinary vodka most people end up in bed with someone after drinking it.

[horseproblems]

[ His ears sweep out to the sides. While Maurice isn't afraid of hangovers, he is afraid of canoodling with a stranger while unawares. ]

Oh...a screwdriver's alright. Where'd you get it? This place is huge.

[familyalien]

I'll show you were the bar is. I know right? It's bigger on the inside. Tell me a bit about your world.

[horseproblems]

Thanks, man.

[ And should the Good Doctor lead, Maurice will fall in behind him with a leisurely clippity clop. ]

Well...I've never really known anything different. We, uh...hmm. We call it Earth. Oceans...countries...cities...fried food. Uhm. There's this tv show called The Twilight Zone which is really good.

[familyalien]

Is The Twilight Zone, good. I've never watched it. Uppose, I have new media to look back in my Tardis.

[horseproblems]

Yeah it is! It can be kinda cheesy, but when it came out it was hot stuff! What's a Tardis? Is that your car?

[familyalien]

That's my ship.