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Hotel Bizarre · the front desk

Your room key

It brings back your bookmark and the pins you left on the plans, from another computer or from your phone. You get it when you subscribe, and you type it once.

An old brass key HB-····-··

You have no key yet.

I do not have one: subscribe me

What is written under your key

What is not there

That is why I call it a key and not an account: it protects nothing, because there is nothing to protect. They are slips of paper with page numbers on them and nobody attached. Lose it and I will give you another. Lend it and whoever has it sees your bookmark: there is nothing else to see.

The rules in full are on the privacy page.

Sign the register

Leave your name and you get a letter when the hotel changes: a new chapter, a song, a door that was not there before.