The hotel was one of the first structures to get caught in the dimensional schism and you unfortunately became trapped in the fractal lobby. Outside the great glass front the world cascaded into itself, splitting and splitting and splitting and your eyes ache to see it but your heart aches more for everyone left in worse ruptures than yourself.
The staff room is one of the least affected areas of the lobby and the only one you can access without collapsing from dimensional sickness. The coffee machine always has a fresh, warm beverage ready for you but it's never actual coffee. You try not to think about what is keeping you alive as you take gentle sips to ease the the perpetual pain behind your eyes.
You realised you weren't entirely alone when the receptionist came back, or rather an approximation of one came back as the lobby tuned into your thoughts and remembered that there is meant to be someone behind the desk to give you a room key.
You didn't receive a room key from this "receptionist"... it gave you a fetal cow and reminded you that there were refreshments available in the staff room. Whatever was now behind the desk, smiling with someone else's face, wanted to give you companionship.
How strangely sentimental.
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