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]

[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.