Hotel Inferior Mods

Hotel Inferior. The Best You Could Do.

The hotel lobby is classy in the most unclassy way possible. It has all the corporate taste for “70’s chic” items without the slightest touch of personality - those little out of sync pieces that makes decor "human." Maybe that's deliberate. It could be that in this messy world we are attracted to spaces devoid of intimate things. The same can be seen in our relationship with devices and keeping our real friends on the other side of a screen - a stripped down version of companionship for easy digestion. The deep brown floor shines as well any polished glass. There are flowers, beautiful, the perfect shade of orange to compliment the woody hues and creams placed strategically through your the lobby.

The customer service desk is tall, wooden, and the wall behind it is lined with keys. Guests are greeted by a personal assistant to check them in and take them to their rooms while new staff members are pointed to the elevator. Up you go to the 13th floor.



Each floor of the hotel is unique. The lobby is first. To the left is a closed set of doors that lead to a grand banquet hall and standard dining services. Situated next to the service desk at the center of the lobby is a door that staff use to get to the hotel kitchen. It’s large, clean, and all appliances are stainless steel. There’s a small office to the back of the kitchen where staff schedules and duties are posted. To the right of the lobby are the elevators, guest lounge seating, and the entrance to spa and massage services. There is a small store in the lobby where staff and guests can purchase anything from shampoo to chocolate, even a pre-packaged sandwich.

The hotel operates on an access only procedure. Staff and guests alike are allowed to go to any open floors. Always open: lobby, basement, and rooftop. Each floor that is open will be listed below.

The basement was once a wine cellar. The most exclusive vintages of Europe were shelved in wooden racks, trusted to the natural refrigeration of the soil behind the dense stone walls. There are ancient brackets for candles every few feet along the walls, but it's been so long since they were used that there isn't even any wax residue on them. There is a locked door behind one of the dryers, one that looked much like any other door, except it lacked the usual grubby marks at the handle. In some hotels that might be a sign of a proud owner, but not this one.

Taking up an entire floor, the lowest level and one open space, the basement is used for laundry services, storage, maintenance, and other parts of hotel life that need hidden away.

Always bustling, staff can use the washers and dryers free of charge at any time. Guest laundry services run 24/7 but be mindful of the steam presses, they’re temperamental. Hundreds of shelves along the back wall hold stock for the hotel: fresh linens, pillows, robes, towels, cleaning supplies, cutlery, plates, alcohol, soaps, shampoos, and so much more. If you can think of it, there’s a good chance it’s in the hotel stock area of the basement. Even old furniture and decorations are stored here.

Maintenance takes up a large space to the right of the basement. Maintenance staff tools, equipment, and work spaces are set up to allow for the most efficient and safe reparation of anything that’s broken in the hotel.

The basement is also used for staff meetings and parties. To claim the space for a specific time, comment to this page with the character name, alternate name, day, time, and reason. Once claimed that slot can’t be taken.

The Land of Regret.

The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.

This floor, luxurious and at the highest peak of opulence, houses the long-term guests of Hotel Inferior. Each room has a single guest varying in age though favoring those over sixty. Guests here have paid in full and such a large sum so that they may stay indefinitely. They require constant care and will tip staff extra for added companionship. The youngest member by far is five year old Lincoln who lives alone in one of the grand rooms. He's mouthy and enjoys a prank or two, so be careful not to anger the little fella.

Staff are not allowed to stay longer than three hour increments on this floor - the reason for this will be on the first test drive meme. That information, when it goes live, will be placed here as well.

The Thirteenth Floor

This floor is a dedicated living and common space for the hotel staff.

From a satisfied guest: "He thinks money spent on a hotel is money wasted. He's lived too much in hotels. Never the best hotels, of course. Second-rate hotels. He doesn't understand a hotel. He doesn't feel at home in it. And yet, he wants a home like this hotel. He's even proud of having stayed in this shabby place. He loves it here."

Each room with its old 70's style decor has it's own personal bathroom. The door leading into the room has heavy security locks that engage when the door closes and placed at the front is nameplate. Only one key opens each door and if lost, requires a heavy price to have a replacement made. These rooms are stocked with items custom to what the staff might need; individual health items, toiletries, selected uniforms, clothing, and personal inventory items. They're not specifically designed for comfort but they are adequate. Staff members are allowed to rummage through the basement for furniture and supplies. Please, don't take more than you need.

When you get into the hotel room, lock the door, and know that there is secrecy, there is a privacy, there is isolation. This is comfort. This is reassurance.

The uppermost level of the hotel is perhaps the most obviously unsafe. There are no protective railings around the edges. No signs telling you to be careful. It’s implied - falling or jumping off will kill you. A neon sign stands illuminated at the back; Hotel Inferior in neon purples, greens, and blues. The hotels power system is placed and locked directly below it. The brave can climb the sign for a view of the city and sky. A few chairs are situated here and there. Old coffee tins with cigarette buts are scattered along the ledge. Now, the view:

There are no stars. A single bright moon at night and warm sun during the day that rises in the North and sets in the South. The temperature and weather is static. Light rain in the morning, humid in the afternoon, and chilly in the evening.

This was always a city of the haves and have-nots. There were those in West-Anonymous with their exotic cars and luxury life style and those on Void Street, drug addled and abused. Of course there was a huge middle class that was neither. Working all their waking hours to give their kids ski lessons, music lessons, two sports clubs and foreign vacations. After the first wave they were equal for a short time. Equal in their grief, losses, and mental disarray. There was no shortage of nice homes to move into so long as the dead were removed. The city was ghostly for those weeks, long ago, no-one moved for fear of contracting attention. Then hunger took over and the looting began. Cowering behind locked doors saved no-one, eventually it found a way in under the door or down the chimney. Most of the people who fled to the country came back too, no idea how to farm, no tolerance for the back breaking work.

The city was in a new stage. Wealthy individuals paid low wages for demeaning work. The poor fought and looted. Riots blanketed the city. It was the shambles of a once proud place and very little government still functioned. But inside Hotel Inferior, no questions are asked of the guests. How they got the money for their stay or why they are there. Staff provide and support and watch from above.