Hotel Matata already has enough problems just being run by Creed. It's about to get a whole lot more when the maniac merc discovers that the land he chose to build that strange beach hotel on is in fact, a flux of dimensional rift energies. If that isn't whovian enough, Creed even manages to upset the flux, causing the hotel to literally jump realities.
But where does it go? One where LeBeau is president? Maybe one day. One where the Knightfalls don't die all the time? As if! No, Creed finds himself and his prized hotel in a reality where Gothic city is the swellest place around. And gee it sure has the most neato protectors!
Creed is about to meet a world that might even freak someone as nuts as him right out of his brain...Along with this Gothic's groovy protector...
(An alternate reality RP Between Creed and DarkKnightDetective)