Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
A place for characters abandoned before their time to commiserate, get a drink and maybe find a kindred spirit or two.
Or as Prester put it: “So basically this is a Cabaret Redux sort of place but for story characters and they for real answer all of Erin’s /roll q questions and other ‘what if’ hijinks.”
Hosted and narrated by:
Erin 🐝 (erindubitably)
Scenes played: 2
License: Community License