The Stranded Inn is just that, stranded in a world unlike any other.  One could call this world a void, the gap between imagination and reality.  Outside of the hotel was what looked like a ragged, dirt path with a faded sign nearby pointed toward a great glass building.  In-between countless windows was a silver-colored material, perhaps painted.  Inside the building, the lobby was designed to look as if the people were in a sort of log cabin.  The walls mimicked logs of pine, a sorry attempt to make building seem more outdoorsy.  A faceless yellow ball manned the lobby desk, a granite-topped white desk with a black bell on top.  Imaginary people from the minds of those of reality eventually found their way there, some going to the bar on the second floor to complain about the situations the real people put them in.  Others just had fun while they waited on stories to be put in.  Where would they go while they waited?  The imaginary people felt just as real as the real people, after all!

While the hotel did have room service (With a 400-page book as the menu!), there was also a large dining area on the first floor with a large buffet that served not only food from other countries, but from other times and worlds.  The chefs in the kitchen were floating, yellow balls, just like the attendant in the lobby.  At one table, there were three people.  All were easily seen by anyone else in the room, so unlike when they were written.  The man on the right had tidy black hair with long bangs swept to the back.  His green eyes looked to the food of the man across from him.  The plate across from his was a plate covered with candied apple, seven different kinds of cake, and brownies as well as a bowl of strawberry ice cream topped in butterscotch, chocolate, sprinkles, marshmellows, and gummy bears.  "Minfinion! That's your third serving of sweets!  She's going to write us fat," the black-haired man scolded.

"Maybe," The man with a long, blond braid said with a spoonful of cake in his mouth, "Bwut, if the doeth."  A swallow.  "It's your problem, not mine."  The silver-eyed man laughed in the other man's face as the elf dusted off his purple jacket.

A red-headed woman with pigtails and an empty plate scooted her chair out from under the table.  That woman's red eyes scanned the strange assortment of foods in search of a new thing to try.  Hmm... Whatever was a cheeseburger?  A double-double burger?  Triple-triple?  No, that was too much food.  What kind of giant creatures ate those?  She did not dare take anything from the Eviran Cuisine table.  Everything on it was labeled with a large poison sign.  She took some of the thing called "French Fry" and moved on to other foods.  The woman returned to the table with a pancake topped with fries.  She then wrapped up that pancake and had herself a strange french fry wrap.  And the others thought Millicent ate strange food.

The orb spoke in a series of clicks and clacks, glowing as a bell rung itself.  A keycard floated toward the girl with the number 522 on it.  At that time, a large, black dog entered the lobby.  Her pointed ears were oversized for her head, tilted to the side at the sight of the new person.  The dog walked out again and in walked a woman, slightly older than the girl who entered the lobby.  She wore a sky blue short dress with a tinge of darker blue at the bottom.  He had hair the same shade of black, long and free from any style.  "I see a new face there," said the woman with a face without even the slightest amount of makeup.  She looked to the time on her Blackberry, then to the keycard floating toward the girl.  "Room 522, huh?  I'm just across the hall.  Name's Claudia.  You can call me Dia."  She looked the girl up and down, then put a hand to her chin.  "The Writers usually have us get hungry so we'll go in.  I'll take you to the buffet, all right?"  Dia began to walk toward the dining hall, her hand beckoning the girl to follow.

"Better than floating around through the void, no?"  Dia chuckled a little.  "At least you didn't meet the guy who eats nothing but poison."  She was, of course, referring to another one of her writer's creations, Rorandor Thengelin.  That elf surely roamed around the hotel somewhere.  "Or you could have met my Mistress.  Let's just say you don't want to come over to my room unless she's okay with it."  Being a servant to the being that was Chaos manifested meant, well, a lot of things could happen and you never knew what could happen until it did.  Sometimes, it was not even then.  Once the two reached the dining hall, they were waved over by the trio referenced earlier.

Dia introduced, "Raine, these are Sirius, Minfinion and Molticia.   Molticia doesn't talk much.  When they are being written, they all share the same body!  Isn't that strange?"  Dia brought two more chairs to that table.  "Come, come, you must see the food."  She made sure that the girl was following as she led her to the endless food display.  "Don't mind that some of it is labeled poison.  It won't kill you.  For some, though, it does give a nasty case of stomach problems.  But, hey, a dose of Pepto should fix that!"  She tilted her head at the girl.  "I tried a bowl of rainbow soup once- Actual rainbows!  Spicier than tasting hellfire and it makes you change to all of the colors of the rainbow.  I promise, trying something you're not used to usually results in wonderful results."  She got a plate and immediately got Eviran Spikefish.  In writing, it had fatal poison, but in that world, it would do no more than give indigestion.  After that... She looked toward the long line of pizzas.  "You know, you should really try a pizza!" she called.  "The macaroni and cheese one is great!"

Meanwhile, at the table, Sirius said, "5 silver says she goes crazy within the day."  He knew what his writer's creations were and he knew just how strange they were, himself included.
Minfinion scolded, "Sirius!  You shouldn't say those kinds of things!"  He then coughed and said, "I will up your bet. 10 silver."  He took another mouthful of sweets.
The pigtailed woman, Molticia, shook her head.  "The two of you will lose that bet," she said simply.  The redhead glared toward the other two, both shocked that she said anything.  "No cheating by scaring her on purpose."  She continued to eat her pancake wrap filled with french fries.