The Hotel directory

Tonight’s line from the Seal Log, the Ridge, and the doors off the lobby.

Walk the floors open to you, on a floor plan or in 3D.

Rows of orbs down the long hallway.

The round door and its two keypads.

Rooms by chapter and by Door. Read in order; nothing ranked, nothing private.

Somebody reads aloud from the beginning, at half past nine in the evening.

The telephone by the desk, still being recorded. Read what it will say.

Where makers sign the worlds they have made.

A lettered wall of the Hotel’s patrons.

Where it starts: I’m awake, or I’m dreaming.

Every game in one place. Nothing timed, nothing sold.

Ten minutes as a Registry clerk in training. There is no right answer.

One to seven players on one screen: one person calls it, and whoever it is meant for says it back.

Strip a crossing log of what would let anyone pick a person out of it.

A street of signs that want something from you. Switch them off.

Things guests left at the desk, each with something written on it in the Code.

A relay of seven calls, one held by each Door’s office.

Seven stalls, one for each Door’s office, through the Unwritten days.

The book’s opening, and the puzzles that start from it.

One line entered each evening at seven, your time.

People, places, worlds and creatures, written up only as far as you have read.

The Map of Lost Worlds, as the wall in the map room shows it.

Texts from the shelves, each with its strongest rebuttal on the facing page.

Lines from the book, gathered under the lintel.

A file from the shelves, once a week.

A leaf a week, with a pencil in the margin.

File a theory. It must cite the page.

The author’s own answers, given each Crossing Day.

What has been ruled, and what has been revised. Nothing is rubbed out.

Answers sealed in advance, and a way to check them when they open.

The Archive, the Atlas, the Library, the Precepts and the Theory Desk, at your own chapter.

The sheet of forty-eight signs behind the desk.

Sign the register: your name sealed in the Code, and an Earth of your own.

Lessons that teach you to read and write the Code, a row at a time.

Look a word up, or put a line into Somka and back.

Sotak Book and Sotak Cut, free for fans.

A scribe checks a line before it goes on skin. Free.

Where readers propose new words.

The yearly vote that adds seven words to the dictionary.

The language data, free to reuse (CC BY 4.0).

How the language was built, dated.

Nine questions. The form suggests a Door; you choose your own.

The Hotel’s seven offices, and what each one keeps.

Free, for readers aged 16 and over: your Room, your Door and your keys.

The front office: licensing, notices and the public register.

Two keys a month to give to friends.

For members: sign in, or make a free account.

A dream journal locked on your own device. Nobody else can read it, us included.

For members: sign in, or make a free account.

A private place to set for someone who is missing.

For members: sign in, or make a free account.

Show your Door and rank on the Discord server.

For members: sign in, or make a free account.

Link a game to your account.

For members: sign in, or make a free account.

Objects, books and prints from the Dreamscape Code universe.

Night Shift, Dispatch and Backdoor Key.

Twelve months, one payment, no renewal.

Readings, premieres and nights at the Hotel.

Work by fans, sold on each maker’s behalf.

Set up as a seller; every listing is checked by a person.

For members: sign in, or make a free account.

Sign the Guest Book, or give something towards the site.

Send the Registry a world of your own making, or a Statement.

Every rule, policy and report about how the site is run.

Seven community stewards, drawn by lot each year.

Every month: how many reports, what we did, how fast.

Twice a year, in the standard form.

Ask us to look again at a moderation decision.

The Gate, the Bell, safety and the Prologue’s page, in Spanish.

The same, in Brazilian Portuguese.

The same, in French.

The same, in German.

The same, in Persian.

The same, in Arabic.

The same, in Hebrew.