# Happy Haven Inn _***Trait 1***_: Constantly Patrolled _***Trait 1***_: The Streets are alive _***Trait 1***_: Low Class and lower drive ![[Happy Haven Inn.png]] 👀 Neon lights flickered erratically, casting vibrant and chaotic hues across the grimy walls of the motel, a patchwork of colors contrasting sharply against the bleak alleys outside. 👂 The incessant hum of outdated machinery mixed with muffled electronic beats leaking from various rooms, creating a symphony of technology and life constantly battling for attention. 👃 A pungent blend of fried oil and synthetic perfumes lingered in the air, a testament to the continuous cycle of guests seeking temporary solace within these walls. 👅 The faint metallic tang in the air clung to one's palate, reminiscent of recycled air that failed to filter out the essence of past occupants. 💪 Surfaces felt perpetually sticky underhand, from countertops to door handles, having absorbed countless stories without respite or renewal. 🎬 Holo-signs advertising room vacancies buzzed to life intermittently above the entrance, their luminescent scripts shifting between languages and symbols as they tried desperately to capture attention in this ever-moving cityscape. 🎇 Aetheric conduits crisscrossed through each room like veins beneath skin, pulsating softly with energy that powered both basic amenities and more arcane installations, giving guests fleeting access to a world beyond their own reality.