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--- tmwan_rabbit_hole [2025/12/15 09:44] – [SCENE 8i — RABBIT’S HOLE] admin
+++ tmwan_rabbit_hole [2025/12/15 09:58] (current) – [Initial Read-Aloud (Scene Opening)] admin
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 ==== Initial Read-Aloud (Scene Opening) ====
-The Rabbit’s Hole is less an inn than a last resort.
+Rabbit’s Hole doesn’t look like an inn. It looks like something that survived.
-Volcanic stone and salvaged ship plate press in low around you, the air damp with geothermal warmth and old alcohol. An open-front counter splits the entrance from the darkness beyond. Behind it, a battered ledger, a chipped tin for coins, and a hand-painted sign in crooked letters:
+A stack of cargo containers has been welded into a low, squat block, its skin patched with scorched starship hull plates and bolted mining bulkheads. Rivets and seams crisscross the façade like old scars. Above the entrance, a crooked wooden canopy sags under frost and ash, held up by mismatched beams and a prayer. A weak neon sign buzzes red — “RH” — the second letter flickering like it’s tired. A barrel fires burn in a dented drum giving off a greasy warmth that smells like soot and spilled booze.
-> **“5 K or the street.
+Inside, there’s no welcoming entrance — just an open counter, bright under a harsh electric light strip and guarded by a a massive [[the_zark|Zark]] bouncer. A battered ledger lies open beside a chipped tin coin tray, and a hand-painted sign hangs behind it:
-NO Refunds.
-NO Breakfast.”**
-A stiff-backed [[butler_bots|Butler Bot]] stands sentry at the counter, lenses glowing amber. In a flat voice, it recites: “Armchair, eight hours, five K. Mattress, eight hours, ten K. Weapons must be checked. Disorder equals ejection. The Rabbit’s Hole is not responsible for lost property.”
+**“5 K OR THE STREET.”
+NO REFUNDS. NO BREAKFAST.
+WEAPONS CHECKED.**
-Past the counter, two doorways open into near-dark dormitories: one filled with thin mattresses on low pallets, the other with cracked armchairs and benches sagging under snoring shapes. A massive [[the_zark|Zark]] bouncer leans in the entrance arch, eyes scanning every new face, one hand resting on the butt of a [[guarding_troopers_stun_gun|Guarding Trooper Stun Gun]].
+A stiff-backed [[butler_bots|Butler Bot]] stands behind the counter like a machine-made clerk. Its voice is flat and practiced: “Armchair, eight hours, five K. Mattress, eight hours, ten K. Payment in advance. Weapons surrendered. Disorder equals ejection.”
-It’s warm enough to keep you alive. And just close enough to the Cartel’s shadow that nobody asks questions.
+{{ :read_aloud_rabbits_hole.mp3 |}}
-{{ :read_aloud_the_rabbit_s_hole.mp3 |}}
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