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

[familyalien]

[While Mulder rambles The Doctor is soon to realize he needs to be an emotional support alien for the human.]

It's very human to want to have offspring. I had a child, a very long time ago with my mate. And between you and me, I want one with Rose and River.

[But he's also come to the conclusion there are many reasons he can't have a John Smith life; as much as he did have in an alternate reality with Madame De Pompadour.]

Mulder - everything matters. But you're right to not blame Scully for her choice. Because unfortunately there are bad people who would harm there own. It's not a human thing; it's a personality type.

I am still so, so, sorry you lost out on being a father. But it seems to me so long as you seek the truth; being a father will be hard.

[ispyforthefbi]

I never wanted children, especially if they'd have to go through what Samantha and I had to go through. You're welcome to yours, but --

[ Mulder fights back the tears as best he can. ]

I didn't know what I wanted until I learned that I had it... and it went away.

[ He blanks out the rest of what the Doctor has to say. He misses his son, the son he only got to hold once in his life. It's not fair. He promises himself he won't cry, but he's breaking that promise, so he lets his eyes well up and refuses to visibly wipe the tears away. They can fall into his lap as they have to. ]

[familyalien]

My children are dead.

[The Doctor drops like a rock with his voice. He just goes to hold Mulder in his arms in a big old hug. His two hearts beating against his friend.]

[ispyforthefbi]

I don't--

[ Mulder wants to finish the sentence with "know if mine is dead too," because, in all honesty, he doesn't know. And as things are going, he'll NEVER know. He'll never know how his son is growing, how he's learning, how he's smarter than the rest of his class in Kindergarten, everything. ]

I'm sorry for you.

[ To hug the Doctor is to not only hug out his friend's sorrow, but to hug out his own. The two of them seem to have been through so much. He doesn't want to vocalize it. He just... wants to give his friend a hug. A hug they both probably need very, very much. ]

[familyalien]

[The Doctor doesn't say anything as they hug. It wasn't just the child but Susan and her son.]

Thank you.

[The Doctor whispers back and continues to hold onto Mulder in a deep hug.]

[ispyforthefbi]

[ Mulder's innately aware that such affection would be frowned upon back home. It doesn't make him terribly eager to go back. Why do hugs have to be such a bad thing? He could definitely do with more hugs, especially after not receiving any once his sister was abducted. The only hugs he ever received after age 12 were from Scully.

Upon further consideration, maybe staying here wouldn't be such a bad idea. If only Scully and his son were here. But he understands how unlikely that'd be. ]

And thank you.

[ Mulder pulls away and pats the Doctor on the shoulder. ]

Care to drink our sorrows away?

[ He gestures to the bar. ]

[familyalien]

Thankfully, they have hyper vodka.

[Why this a smart move? No. Was The Doctor hurting from three generations of dead children? Yes. But Rose, Martha, Donna, Clara, Amy, River, Jack weren't in sight so bad choices it is.]

[ispyforthefbi]

[ In case it's never come up between Mulder and the Doctor - or it has and neither of them remembers it because THEY'VE NEVER DRANK TOGETHER - Mulder takes the Doctor's reaction as an acceptance of an invitation. ]

Take a stool, my friend.

[ Mulder sits at an empty stool, beckons over the nearest bartender, and once the bartender is free, requests: ]

A screwdriver, please.

[ The bartender, with hesitancy and a hint of panic in their face, tells Mulder they're out of orange juice. Mulder shrugs, not wanting to be one of THOSE customers. ]

Then just a shot of straight, neat vodka, please.

[ Mulder nudges the Doctor with his elbow. ]

What do you want, Doctor?

[familyalien]

Hyper vodka.